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Chapter 693 - 458: Demon God’s Will, Sword Domain Prototype_2
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Chapter 693: Chapter 458: Demon God’s Will, Sword Domain Prototype_2

As the secret technique continued to activate.

The blood resonance was rising!

At a certain moment, the expression on the crimson figure’s face froze, then suddenly changed. He faintly sensed a slight dominance inversion, as if the qi and blood within him were trembling slightly, seemingly suppressed by a more powerful qi and blood.

Upon realizing this, the crimson figure was not angry but delighted, with an expression of even greater ecstasy on his face.

"Interesting, it seems I underestimated the strength and potential of this fleshly body before. This human Martial Saint must have been very powerful in life, probably not weaker than those three old entities!"

"But the stronger, the better. You belong to me!"

The laughter from the crimson figure’s mouth became increasingly wanton. Now that the secret technique had begun to take effect, it was only a matter of time before he completely controlled this fleshly body.

"But I have to hurry a bit. The kingdom ranking battle is about to start. Last time that guy Gus squeezed me out of the top thirty pillars. This enmity must be avenged!"

"And those damn guys, Revi and Hammond, just relying on inheriting stronger Demon God Pillars, dared to mock me last time. This time, I must tread you both beneath my feet. I aim to enter the top ten pillars!"

After the wild laughter and fantasies, the crimson figure suppressed the excitement in his heart and once again attempted to use the divine soul to enter the fleshly body.

Boom!

Another golden light shot up into the sky.

Once again, he failed and hit a wall. The expression of the crimson figure twisted somewhat, as if a bucket of cold water was poured over him. He immediately snorted coldly, "And this damned fleshly body, just a soulless body, dares to defy me. You wait, soon I will completely refine you."

Soon, the crimson figure expressionlessly poured another batch of acquired high-tier blood cores into the Myriad Beasts Blood Pool.

Outside the ancient altar, the group of altar guards had long been accustomed to the golden light pillars that appeared occasionally, yet some couldn’t help but marvel.

"Truly worthy of Lord Demon God, this martial art is growing stronger and stronger!"

Not long after, a group of people arrived outside the volcano.

"Sorris Booker seeks an audience with the esteemed Controlling Demon God!"

A somewhat plump figure respectfully knelt at the foot of the volcano.

Unknown how much time passed.

The surrounding light distorted, and a crimson figure instantly formed.

"Speak, what do you seek?"

"Esteemed Controlling Demon God, Booker would like to humbly request the lord to bestow a will. This is a small token of appreciation from the Solis Clan, please accept it."

The crimson figure glanced at the fat man kneeling, motioned with a hand to receive the space ring, and after a mental scan, nodded secretly. There were many high-tier blood cores in this ring, though not all were Tier Eight, but numerous indeed.

This fat man is indeed clever, it just so happens he needed blood cores, solving his urgent need.

"As you wish, bestow upon you a will of mine."

Hearing this, the kneeling Booker immediately offered up a Purple Jade Bracelet with both hands.

Soon after, Sorris Booker left the volcano group, heart filled with joy.

"With one of Controlling Demon God’s wills, I can now freely plan well. If I can achieve a battle merit, perhaps it can elevate my clan further."

"My Solis clan ancestors were once dukes, I shall restore the glory of the Solis clan!"

...

Under a blood moon.

Blood flowed like rivers, a black figure walked leisurely among piles of corpses, like a Death God collecting space rings one by one.

Seeing this scene not far away, recalling the astonishing strike just now, Yuri’s delicate face beneath the white fox mask revealed a hint of shock.

She lowered her head slightly and looked at the ground. Through the blood, the ground was nearly undamaged. That guy Lin Peng’s strike earlier killed Count Oton’s group without harming other things.

His control over the sword momentum had become increasingly exquisite and profound, reaching a level that made Yuri feel terror.

"Something’s not right, Lin Peng, this guy, is not right."

About twenty days ago, Lin Peng, during cultivation, suddenly experienced a Sea of Consciousness spiritual power outburst beyond control. Since then, Yuri sensed some change in Lin Peng.

But she couldn’t pinpoint exactly what the change was at the time.

Drawing back her thoughts, Yuri collected a head, tossed out several rings, and crossed another name off a booklet. This was the thirty-first name.

Just then, in her peripheral vision, Yuri saw someone pick up a Broken Blade from a corpse and hold it in their hand. Instantly, the scene of that earlier strike unfolded before her eyes once again.

At this moment, her delicate body involuntarily trembled, as if an unspeakable invisible force spread from Lin Peng’s hand-held Broken Blade to all directions.

Like forming a restricted zone solely belonging to Lin Peng.

Suddenly, she finally realized...

Who exactly was the blade?

Yuri initially thought she was borrowing the blade to kill, using Lin Peng’s blade to crush forces hostile and threatening to her, while Lin Peng merely wanted to seize resources in the process, benefiting both.

But it seems she was wrong now.

If not for Lin Peng wanting her to borrow the blade, Yuri would hardly be able to move Lin Peng’s blade, at least without using up those two favors.

Moreover, Lin Peng’s true purpose likely wasn’t the blood cores. From the beginning, he was diverting attention using the blood core exchange to hide his real goals.

Yuri herself was also immersed in the joy of eliminating the threatening forces.

Adding up all these factors, she realized Lin Peng just wanted to kill, and not the weak, but the strong alien races, at least at the Titled Level or above.

He was honing his sword momentum.

And she had become a tool to find sharpening stones for him.

That strike just now, in Yuri’s eyes, was already approaching the realm of the Dao!

This monster Lin Peng had grand ambitions.

For after reaching the peak of sword momentum, comes sword intent!

However, none of the current Thirty-Three Pillar Demons can truly grasp the battle intent, as for the so-called ’Demon God Emperor’, an unusual glint flashed in Yuri’s eyes.

"How many blood cores can we exchange this time?"

Yuri glanced at the space ring tossed by someone, "About twenty-five Tier Eight, thirteen hundred Tier Seven."

Hearing this, Su Mu nodded in satisfaction.

Counting this harvest, he had over fifteen hundred Tier Eight Blood Cores and more than forty-nine thousand Tier Seven Blood Cores.

"Killing and arson bring a golden belt!"

Su Mu sighed inwardly, but he also knew that compared to the insights gained in sword momentum during this time, these gains were insignificant.

Over a hundred Titled-Level, nearly ten higher-than-titled powerhouses were used as sharpening stones, there wouldn’t be such an opportunity except for against alien races.

And besides, killing alien races, he felt no psychological burden.

"It’s close, not far from initially constructing the Martial Power Domain mentioned in Huangfu Tian’s booklet. To self-explore the domain, Huangfu Tian is indeed remarkable..."

"A Sword Domain not relying on the Martial God State will also be my second domain to master."

"Currently, the Martial God State cannot be easily used, and the Sword Domain can become my trump card."

"It’s just that these guys are a bit weak, the pressure they provide is lacking, but it can be made up with numbers..."

Su Mu’s deep eyes slightly narrowed, sword momentum ran rampant, ten thousand sword momenta like fine threads, faintly weaving into the embryonic form of a world.

"Who’s next?"

"Count Solis of the Guye Kingdom." Yuri paused slightly after naming, "After killing him, this should come to an end, less than ten days remain until the Alliance meeting, we should head to the Guye Kingdom."

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