Chapter 1823 - The Crisis in the Sword Sanctum (1/2)

There were 18 spirit mountains in the Sword Sanctum. Their vegetation was as verdant as jade, white mist drifted between the mountains with waterfalls falling from the sky, and strange demon-like rocks, as well as auspicious light, glimmered everywhere.

During the Sword Sanctum’s heyday, there were over tens of thousands of disciples and clansmen living in these mountains.

At one point, however, the skies above the Sword Sanctum were smothered by dark clouds.

The eighteen spirit mountains were soaked in blood, and corpses floated inside the stream and lakes. Some of the spirit mountains had suffered the brunt of a terrifying attack; their defensive wards were broken, and the mountains themselves collapsed. Meanwhile, some of the spirit mountains burned as their temples emitted black smoke.

At least half of the Sword Sanctum clansmen and disciples died, while the remainder were taken to the Jade Saint Spirit Mountain.

The Jade Saint Spirit Mountain was the chief of all spirit mountains in the Sword Sanctum. At the top of the spirit mountain, there was a square paved with white stone. Thousand of Sword Sanctum’s disciples and clansmen, be it dead or wounded, lay strewn. Those who were still alive, were all compelled to kneel on the ground by a powerful Saint Aura.

Even those determined Saints had their legs broken and lay on the ground.

The Young Master of the Warhammer Citadel, Bloodhunt Hongdong, wore a dark star armor with a crimson cloak as he stood on the tall steps. His five-meter-tall frame made him look unusually burly, and naturally had an oppressive aura about him.

Beneath him, there were over a hundred Saint cultivators of the Warhammer Citadel, and each of them was like a giant.

The master of the Sword Sanctum, Lu Huaiyu, was nailed onto the purple-black steele, and blood continuously flowed out of his body.

“This is the two hundred and third, if you do not speak, it will be the two hundred and fourth,” Bloodhunt Hongdong said icily.

Lu Huaiyu smiled as he coughed out blood. “Drea… mm… on…”

Bloodhunt Hongdong’s eyes shrank fiercely as his hands tightened loudly.

The Ninth-rank Elder of the Warhammer Citadel, Fu Yan snorted coldly. “Young master, I don’t think we should waste time bantering nonsense with him anymore. Let’s use the Soul Quelling Steele to wipe out his willpower, and take his memories. I don’t believe we cannot find The Records of Heavenly Works.”

The purple-black steele was one of the spiritual treasures the Warhammer Citadel had created, the Soul Quelling Steele.

Not only could the Soul Quelling Steele suppress the will of a cultivator, but it could also take the cultivator’s memories by force, and stop them from exploding their Saint Source. Of course, if a Supreme Saint or a G.o.d had placed a sealing technique in the cultivator’s body, they would not be able to obtain any memories or information even with the Soul Quelling Steele.

Bloodhunt Hongdong knew every well that the Soul Quelling Steele was not omnipotent.

If the cultivator’s will was too strong, it would eventually cause the Saint Soul to shatter and no memories would be left behind.

The Records of Heavenly Works was of great importance. This was his main task in the Kunlun Realm, and there must not be any complications.

Now, he did not seem to have any other way, so Bloodhunt Hongdong nodded and said, “Activate the Soul Quelling Steele, and take his memories. We need to find out where The Records of Heavenly Works is.”

The Ninth-Rank Elder Fu Yan let out a dry laugh.

With his withered hands, he blasted out a powerful Saint Qi and infused it into the Soul Quelling Steele.

Whoos.h.!.+

Suddenly, series of dense circuits appeared on the Soul Quelling Steele. The circuits, like iron threads, stabbed into Lu Huaiyu’s head while the rest pierced into his body.

Bloodhunt Hongdong was a little nervous and worried that the Soul Search would fail.

One needed to know that the Warhammer Citadel was known for refining tools and was well-known across the macroworlds. Nevertheless, compared with the top refining sects, it was a whole level behind.

The Records of Heavenly Works was a precious tome for refining that could rank at the top during the Middle Ages. If the Warhammer Citadel could obtain it, it could definitely improve their skills in refining.

This matter was related to whether he could secure his position as the Young Master of the Warhammer Citadel, and he could not allow any mistakes.

“Ah…”

Lu Huaiyu’s spirit and Saint Soul suffered inhuman torture, as heartbreaking screams rang out from his mouth.

All of the disciples and clansmen of the Sword Sanctum were furious.

“The Sword Sanctum has no grudges against you. Why did you attack us?”

“The Records of Heavenly Works is not in the Sword Sanctum. Please let the Jade Saint and us go. Everything can be discussed.”

“Let go of the Jade Saint, point your spears at me.”

“Fight them!”

…

Dushh!!

All of the cultivators that wanted to resist were all smashed into a pulp by the Warhammer Citadel’s cultivators with their heavy warhammers.

A Sixth-Rank Elder of the Warhammer Citadel looked at the kneeling cultivators as if they were insects and smiled. “Who told you that a grudge is needed for killing? Wherever there are people, there will be fighting. If there’s any interest to be secured, there will be war and conquest.”

Immediately after, that Sixth-Rank Elder walked before a Saint of the Sword Sanctum as he stretched his palm out and pressed against the latter’s head, extracting his memories.

It was obviously easier to extract the memory of a Saint.

That Saint was screaming and resisting, yet he could not escape the grasp of that elder as if he was a doll.

While a Saint may have limited knowledge of refining tools, there was always something worth learning and drawing lessons from. As long as he absorbed that Saint’s memories, it was also an improvement to himself.

Dushh!

A giant black blade flew over from the horizon and pierced through the chest of the Sixth Rank Elder, who was a Six-step Saint King and carried his body by momentum all the way before slamming into a bronze pillar behind Bloodhunt Hongdong.

There was a loud thud.

The Sixth Rank Elder slammed against the bronze pillar before sliding and falling onto the ground, as he was reduced to a corpse.

Bloodhunt Hongdong’s face sank, as he looked at the black blade that was flying away and said, “What a powerful sword will, that it straight up shattered Elder Blueblood’s Saint Soul.”

“Who goes there?”