Chapter 1647: Chapter 152: Blood Nether Saint Master
"Heavenly Mechanism Saint Son? What Heavenly Mechanism Saint Son? Just the trash of the Heavenly Mechanism Sect?"
The Blood Nether Saint Son apparently was unaware of the Heavenly Mechanism Sect’s affairs.
In fact, although the matter of the Heavenly Mechanism Sect was quite a scandal, it was an extremely embarrassing affair. Therefore, although some of it was spread, not everyone in the world knew about it.
After all, this world is still immensely vast, and Zhou Yan’s series of events couldn’t spread so quickly across the endless expanse.
On the other hand, the various sects suffered a great loss and naturally would not boast about it everywhere.
As for how other sects deal with it, why would those sects who suffered bother to care?
They probably wish that the unknowing sects would also run into bad luck and suffer heavy losses.
This "let the peers die" mindset is very common in the secular world.
The Blood Nether Saint Son, having been away for a long time, knew nothing of these matters.
Even if he had heard of it, he would never take a young person like Zhou Yan seriously.
The Blood Nether Saint Son didn’t take Zhou Yan seriously, and Zhou Yan, in turn, didn’t regard the Blood Nether Saint Son at all. Even those at the Saint Master level, Zhou Yan perceived as mere ants; why would he spare a glance for this Blood Nether Saint Son?
Even if this Blood Nether Saint Son had almost thirty black-robed cultivators by his side, each with a strength of about the Third Level of the Soul Condensation Realm, they were indeed ’mighty’ cultivators.
Zhao Xuexun, on the other hand, was worried for Zhou Yan.
After all, Zhou Yan’s prowess was merely hearsay. Besides, in the Heavenly Mechanism Sect, it seemed there was the Heavenly Mechanism Skill as a guardian and protector, plus a unique ability. In the vicinity of the Bishui Sword Sect, facing so many strong cultivators, perhaps the Heavenly Mechanism Saint Son could suffer losses.
Since Zhao Xuexun didn’t truly understand Zhou Yan, she was somewhat worried.
"Kid, you’ve angered me, the Blood Nether Saint Son!"
The Blood Nether Saint Son suddenly shouted angrily, directly interrupting what Zhao Xuexun was about to say, cutting off the communication between Zhou Yan and Zhao Xuexun.
Zhao Xuexun was taken aback and then looked at the Blood Nether Saint Son with surprise.
"Heavenly Mechanism Saint Son, this Blood Nether Saint Son--"
Before Zhao Xuexun could finish her words, Zhou Yan interrupted her.
"Hmm, truly quite noisy."
Zhou Yan seemed to agree with Zhao Xuexun’s words.
Yet, hearing this, Zhao Xuexun couldn’t help but give a bitter smile—she didn’t actually say the other party was noisy, although he was indeed very annoying and hateful, Zhao Xuexun was really just worried about Zhou Yan’s safety.
"What did you say, kid?"
The Blood Nether Saint Son was furious.
"Saint Son, just cut him down; is a little fish like this trying to play the hero?"
"Indeed, Saint Son, leave him to us. I guarantee with one strike, I’ll cut his soul!"
Another black-robed cultivator said with a cold smile.
His eyes emitted a forest-like light, with a gaze as ruthless and cold as a wolf, seemingly having already marked Zhou Yan as a dead man.
"The Heavenly Mechanism Sect is nothing but a trash sect, and the Sect Master is a useless woman, far inferior to even half the combat power of our Saint Master!"
Another black-robed cultivator sneered incessantly, and when his gaze fell on Zhou Yan, his attitude was so aloof. Yet, when mentioning the ’Saint Master,’ his attitude was one of utmost pride and reverence.
Zhou Yan merely cast a glance at these people, and then his soul energy swept forth—a mighty wave of soul power crashing down like an ocean.
"Buzz--"
The void suddenly trembled, followed by a terrifying force, nearly crushing right over.
A viscous, wave-like energy suddenly erupted.
"Hmm?"
The first to react was the Blood Nether Saint Son!
Almost instinctively, he unleashed a burst of Blood Qi, intending to strike, but Zhou Yan was even quicker.
Moreover, as Zhou Yan’s soul energy exploded, he immediately sensed the crisis of death.
He wanted to fight back, wanted to strike Zhou Yan down in one blow, and he even regretted not taking action sooner to kill Zhou Yan right then, otherwise how could he have given Zhou Yan a chance to act?
However, the Blood Nether Saint Son had no idea that, given Zhou Yan’s current realm—having reached the Sixth Level of the Soul Condensation Realm—against someone like him in the Fourth Layer of the Soul Condensation Realm, even without employing any strength, it would still be a crushing defeat.
Zhou Yan’s inherent depth allowed him to fight over ten realms with ease, and the Sixth Level of the Soul Condensation Realm could be compared to the mighty of the Triple Layer of the Void Soul Realm. If Zhou Yan unleashed a bit of his foundation powers, or wielded the Evil Venerate Sword Dao, it would be even more frightening—the Fifth Layer of the Void Soul Realm would hardly be a challenge.
This Blood Nether Saint Son, just a mere Fourth Layer Perfection, didn’t even consider Zhou Yan’s realm, yet dared to be so arrogant.
If Zhou Yan allowed someone like him a chance to retaliate, he’d be worse than a failure.
Thus, as the soul energy shook, all black-robed cultivators, including the Blood Nether Saint Son—thirty-seven in total—were instantly stunned in place, as if struck by lightning, rendered motionless.
"Ah--"
Suddenly, the Blood Nether Saint Son let out an extremely miserable scream.
This gruesome wail, akin to the cries of ghosts and wolves, shattered the silence of the heavens and earth, awakening Zhao Xuexun from her shock and stupor, and amazed the beautiful, lively young girls beside her.
Because at that moment, after the scream, the Blood Nether Saint Son didn’t show many abnormalities, although his body seemed to suddenly split, he wasn’t dead!
However, all the black-robed cultivators around him almost all exploded immediately after a moment of stupor, turning into a mist of blood and flesh.
Directly scattered soul!
This brutal state directly stunned all the awakened girls.
"Ah--"
This time, it was an almost unanimous cry from the girls.
This scene was too terrifying.
Yet, after bearing a strike from Zhou Yan, the Blood Nether Saint Son did not immediately die!
Zhou Yan’s gaze fixed, a frightening will directly descended upon the Blood Nether Saint Son, and at the same time, a killing intent was about to descend.
But at this moment, as the soul of the Blood Nether Saint Son was about to shatter in a flash, a mark appeared in his soul, from which suddenly flew out a terrifying black shadow.
"What fool dares to kill my Blood Nether Saint Lord’s direct disciple!"
This angry shout erupted, and then a phantom directly coalesced, appearing above the head of the Blood Nether Saint Son.
However, this was condensed from soul power.
Since it was soul power, Zhou Yan had nothing to fear.
When it comes to souls, no one in this world could be his opponent.
Zhou Yan glanced at the soul, this soul phantom’s energy was not weak.
Of course, it was only relatively not weak, having one percent of a Saint Master’s strength.
For Zhou Yan, it was a decent supplement.
"Kid, I’ve remembered you! Dare to harm my direct disciple, regardless of your origin, I will annihilate your nine clans!"
The black-robed phantom shouted angrily.
However, Zhou Yan did not give him a chance to speak further. He directly exploded his soul power, crushing toward that soul phantom.
This crushing was the crushing of soul power.
Equivalent to a battle between souls.
Although such a battle occurs in a real environment, the strength of Zhou Yan’s soul was far beyond this black-robed phantom elder.
After a touch, the other party’s soul energy’s killing intent struck Zhou Yan, but Zhou Yan’s soul energy was unharmed, and Zhou Yan’s soul energy killing intent, after releasing the Evil Venerate Sword Dao, transformed into a sword light that directly pierced through the phantom.
"Puff--"
The illusory phantom’s body trembled, and suddenly began to shiver intensely, unable to contend with Zhou Yan for even a few moves before being slain.
Zhou Yan withdrew soul energy, Emperor Qi Dragon Swallowing Sky Divine Skill was directly performed, swept up endless essence qi soul, stored temporarily in the center of his brows, to slowly refine.
At this time, deep within an endless blood river, there was an ancient blood-colored palace.
Around the blood river, huge chains traversed the void, locking this blood-colored palace in the depths of the blood river.
As if keeping the blood-colored palace from sinking into the depths of the blood river, or pulling it so it doesn’t reach the surface of the blood river.
In any case, this was an extremely eerie place.
And in such a place, endless blood-red mountains traversed the blood river, the entire heaven and earth a sight of crimson.
In the blood-colored palace, an elder with red hair suddenly stood up, uncontrollably spurting a mouthful of blood, trembling violently.
Following that, his entire body was shivering, appearing extremely furious.
After a long while, his face looking extremely unpleasant, he began to use blood-colored energy to evoke a blood-colored scene.
In the blood-colored scene, the figure of the Blood Nether Saint Son appeared, and the scene he had gone through also began to emerge.
After another moment, the red-haired short elder’s eyes had turned as red as blood.
"Good, good, the Heavenly Mechanism Sect’s Saint Son! The Heavenly Mechanism Sect no longer needs to exist!"
"Originally, I planned to give you a chance to recuperate, but since you are seeking death, then don’t blame others!"
He sneered continuously, immediately releasing a blood mist light shadow, which directly merged into the void, entered the endless blood river, and vanished in an instant.
After a moment, a blood-colored light curtain appeared before him, within which the figure of the Ancient City Lord emerged.
"Brother Cheng, little brother has a request."
The Blood Nether Saint Lord immediately said in a deep voice.
"Blood Nether, you and I are like brothers, why speak of requests? Just say, if it’s within my power, I will definitely do my utmost."
The Ancient City Lord said immediately.
Moreover, his tone was extremely firm.
"My favorite disciple, who bore the same title as my own codename ’Blood Nether,’ has died."
