Chapter 237: Rivers of Blood

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Chapter 237: Rivers of Blood "Sword Pavilion Grandmaster! How dare you kill our Yaoxi Holy Maiden?!" Three Yaoxi Holy Land elders were forced back by sword qi, their eyes burning with rage as they stared at the bottomless Abyss of Swords before them. Song Chiyue herself was not particularly important to Yaoxi, but she represented their reputation and was responsible for carrying out Master Yuyao's crucial plan. They had no idea if Song Chiyue had transferred all the resources to Yaoxi Holy Land before her death. If she still had them on her… Suddenly, a wisp of remnant soul shot out from the Abyss of Swords. But it wasn’t Song Chiyue’s face—it was someone else entirely. The figure moved so fast that no one could see them clearly. Without even glancing back at Chen Huai’an, they immediately turned and fled north at full speed. Song Chiyue's body was annihilated. Master Yuqing's soul had escaped. At the Void Refinement Realm, life-saving techniques were abundant. As long as one's soul remained intact, they would never truly die. Even if they existed in soul form indefinitely, they wouldn’t fade away. For Nascent Soul and Soul Fusion cultivators, however, leaving the body for too long would mean never being able to return. "Do you really think you can escape?" Master Yuqing thought she was fast. Until— A streak of sword light descended from the heavens, blocking her path. Standing there was a man with gray hair, clad in dark robes, carrying a sword on his back. The pressure radiating from his body was something she could never hope to resist. Just locking eyes with him for a single moment, the sword intent within his gaze alone was enough to make her eyes burn with searing pain. Master Yuqing gritted her teeth and changed direction, attempting to flee another way. But no matter which way she turned, this man was always in front of her. "Where is Yue Qianchi?! Where are the three personal disciples of the Sword Pavilion?!" “…Senior, your cultivation is beyond my comprehension. I admit defeat. Kill me if you must. I will never speak.” Master Yuqing let out a bitter, venomous laugh. She had already planted tracking parasites in every “material.” Even if some managed to escape, they could always be found again. Her first priority upon leaving the secret realm had been to eliminate all loose ends. But instead, she had walked straight into a sword strike that obliterated her body. And her opponent was a sword cultivator so powerful that she couldn’t even muster the will to resist. …But so be it. If she died, she died. Master Yuyao would avenge her. "You refuse to speak?!" Chen Huai’an raised a hand. Countless phantom swords materialized around him and impaled Master Yuqing from all directions. Searᴄh the nôvelFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Each strike tore through her very soul, a slow and agonizing execution. Her face contorted in pain, but she only sneered at Chen Huai’an with a mocking, defiant grin. "Stop!" "Let our Holy Maiden go!" The three Yaoxi elders had caught up. Seeing this scene, how could they possibly stand by?! They all unleashed their most powerful techniques at once. "Noisy." Chen Huai’an tilted his head toward them, his gaze as sharp as lightning. "I’ll kill you all too." As soon as he spoke— Three colossal sword curtains descended from the heavens. Their terrifying pressure made the very earth tremble beneath them. The three Yaoxi elders went pale. Panicking, they unleashed their personal domains and called upon the power of their inner worlds to resist. But they were only second- and third-stage Void Refinement cultivators. The gap between each stage in the Void Refinement Realm was like a bottomless chasm. How could they possibly be a match for Chen Huai’an? The first elder was still forming a hand seal when— The sword curtain pierced straight through him, shattering his inner world to dust. The second elder barely had time to channel his domain power, but it lasted less than a single breath before the sword curtain erased him from existence. The third elder attempted to teleport away, but as soon as he exited the sword formation, a streak of sword qi caught up with him— Slicing his head clean off. Before his corpse could even hit the ground, yet another silver sword curtain descended— Reducing him to nothingness. In less than three breaths, all three Yaoxi Void Refinement elders were obliterated. Within the Ten Thousand Mountains, four more abysses now surged with lingering sword intent. The lake beside them collapsed into the newly-formed chasms, sending water gushing downward. The surface of the lake reflected the fluttering hem of a dark robe—a fleeting shadow like a meteor streaking across the water. CRACK—! Chen Huai’an turned his head. Master Yuqing’s soul was now covered in fractures— But they weren’t from his swords. Her own soul was breaking apart. A gust of wind blew past. Master Yuqing’s entire existence was erased. Even as she turned to dust, the smirk of mockery and defiance still lingered on her fading face. Chen Huai’an's expression darkened. What kind of cult was this Yaoxi Holy Land? They had brainwashed their people so completely that they would rather be obliterated than confess anything. But it didn’t matter. With his Heavenly Divination, he could find Yue Qianchi and the others even without any confessions. The Great Secret Realm's entrance was about to open. He had just killed the Holy Maiden of Yaoxi, three Void Refinement elders, and a Burning Purity elder. He was now an enemy of both Yaoxi Holy Land and Burning Purity Holy Land. Even though he had officially left the Sword Pavilion, there was no guarantee these two Holy Lands wouldn’t try to retaliate. He needed to prepare for the consequences. Chen Huai’an contemplated for a moment, then formed a plan. Chaos. First, Sword Pavilion disciples were suspected of harboring demonic cultivators. Then, the Sword Pavilion Grandmaster personally arrived, ruthlessly slaughtering a Burning Purity elder, then killing Song Chiyue. The three Yaoxi elders had chased after him, leaving behind a massive sword formation protecting two young girls. The surrounding sect cultivators didn’t know what to do. "Everyone, attack this sword formation with me!" A Burning Purity elder stepped forward. He was desperate to prove himself. Burning Purity had already lost one elder, and their Buddhist heir, Burned Heart, had also been killed. The Holy Land would soon choose a new Buddha Child. Even though Yaoxi's three Void Refinement elders had been defeated, they had still bought time. If he could capture the Sword Pavilion Grandmaster’s disciples, perhaps they could use them as hostages. The surrounding sect disciples hesitated. "What are you all waiting for?!" "Those are demonic cultivators!" "Anyone who helps break the formation will be rewarded with cultivation resources!" At these words, rogue cultivators grew eager. Some sect disciples exchanged glances—greed flickering in their eyes. The assault on the sword formation began. But before the first attack could land— A thunderous roar shook the heavens. "IMPUDENT!!!" BOOM—! A monstrous sword intent descended. In an instant— Blood flowed like a river.

Chapter 237: Rivers of Blood

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