539 Breaking Through the Realm!
Yue Yang averted his gaze. “Furthermore, if I had any doubts, why would I be the one to suggest we attack Wuji Mountain?”
Only then did Zhou Chuanyong stop. “I was just joking. I believe there’s no one in Qingzhou City who wants the five great sects gone more than you. After all, among the five great sects, the Thousand Divination Tower is the only one that has completely turned its back on the Sacred Heart Sect. It has even wholeheartedly helped our sect kill countless traitors. I wonder how many of the five sects’ martial artists have blood on their hands. If they don’t perish, I fear you wouldn’t sleep well.”
Yue Yang forced a smile. This indeed was a shared concern between the two. They walked towards the mountain gate.
A large number of martial artists were gathered at the foot of the mountain. Almost every leader from the sects and factions in Qingzhou City was present, including several formidable fighters from neighboring counties. Some unfamiliar faces were also present, dressed simply, their wild expressions causing a stir.
The white-robed king had summoned half of the top martial artists in Qingzhou City, preparing to attack Wuji Mountain in one go. Five hundred people were present, even the least skilled among them being in the fifth-level bone pattern realm.
The powerful army of experts began their march towards Wuji Mountain.
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Meanwhile, at the blood sea, a tall figure floated casually. Tiny blood veins continuously entered his body, healing his wounds.
Suddenly, Qin Huai opened his eyes. Instead of the sea of blood, numerous scenes flashed before him. The overwhelming sight caused a sharp pain in his eyes.
“Ahh!” Qin Huai cried out, the pain causing him to roll in the sea of blood. He quickly shut his eyes, which alleviated the pain slightly.
Panting heavily, he wondered, “What happened? Is this a side effect of refining the blood sea core?” Various possibilities raced through his mind.
After a moment, he carefully opened his eyes again, focusing on the multitude of images. Scenes from a mountain village, a stone well, a frightened child in ruins, a disheveled woman with vacant eyes, hiding martial artists stained in blood… These were images from Qingzhou City.
Qin Huai was shocked. The pain returned, forcing him to close his eyes again.
Was he seeing the city’s memories or the real city? The thought sent a chill down Qin Huai’s spine. “The pain is due to the large number of images. It’s similar to when I collected the cultivation method experience balls. I just need to organize them and view them one by one.”
With a deep breath, Qin Huai opened his eyes again. The number of images had indeed reduced. His heart rate increased, and the images further decreased. Eventually, he could ‘see’, not with his eyes, but with his mind or will.
He saw a group of martial artists split into three, standing off in the ruins of a tavern. The reason for the confrontation was a distressed young girl caught between them. Her skin was pale, her clothes partly torn, and her hair, matted with blood, clung to her body.
“We found this girl first. Finders keepers,” a lean man asserted, his eyes reflecting a killing intent towards the other two groups. The man had a peculiar deformity – a small arm, the size of a palm, under his right armpit, a sign of his body’s degradation from cannibalism.
“First one there gets the spoils. It’s the blood sea era now, so old rules don’t matter,” said the bald man, licking his knife. “In thirty years in Qingzhou City, I’ve never seen such a beauty. We won’t let her go.”
The rest seemed eager for a fight, but the fatty man, his body clearly collapsing under the weight of eight belly wrinkles, looked unbothered. “I’ve had enough of killing these past days. My body can’t take it.”
As the tension grew, the lean man proposed, “Why not we take turns?” His suggestion sent the terrified girl into further trembling, an amusement to the rest.
“Sounds good!” the bald man shouted.
The girl burst into tears, inciting more laughter from the group.
Watching from the blood sea was Qin Huai, his gaze filled with intent to kill. Qingzhou City, once vibrant, was now a wasteland with chaos and death in every corner.
“We must kill all these monsters!” he vowed as he clenched his fists, his eyes piercing through the fatty man as he reached out for the girl.
Bang!
Suddenly, a pillar of blood fell, piercing the fatty’s head. His body collapsed, a gaping hole in his head, blood spurting out to mend the wound. But it was too late for him. As he reached out to the girl, he fell, dead.
“What happened?!” Panic ensued among the group. They hadn’t even seen what had happened, only that the fatty was instantly killed.
“Is it Senior?” The bald man, mustering his courage, offered the girl to the unseen attacker. “If Senior takes a fancy to this woman, then I’ll let Senior have her!” As he turned to run, another pillar of blood fell, piercing him from top to bottom.
“It’s from below! Everyone, be careful of the ground!” a warrior shouted, leaping onto a second-floor corridor, eyes on his feet. But he, too, was pierced by a blood pillar, falling down, eyes wide in disbelief.
The remaining men scattered in panic, but Qin Huai had no intention of sparing them. Four more pillars of blood fell, finishing off the rest. The young girl looked around in shock, then up at the sky, her hands clasped in prayer.
“The divine master! They’ve been punished by the heavens!” She was so happy that she cried.
Above the blood sea, Qin Huai studied the seven corpses, deep in thought. “The sea of blood can fire energy… Its coverage is the blood sea area? ‘Heaven’s punishment’… It’s a fitting name.”
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