Chapter 467 - God of Murder (1/2)
The spectators in the distance turned pale. That was a Nirvana Realm cultivator! How did Xiao Chen cut him in half like he was slicing a block of tofu?
The blood soon dyed the snow on the ground a brilliant red. Xiao Chen’s mouth curved into a cruel smile. It was as if he had a deep grudge against the Mo family as well.
Mo Yu and Mo Wen were dumbfounded, as were the elder members of their family. They were eager to see which cultivation method he would use, yet he caught them off guard by just swinging his saber.
“Hehe!” Xiao Chen stuck his saber into the ground and yelled, “Next!”
His great momentum sent a shock down everyone’s spirits. The remaining elite disciples from the Mo family were mentally disturbed as well. Who would dare go up to Xiao Chen now? However, one of them rushed forward with a grim expression and a scream. Xiao Chen’s response was still a sneer. “Tell me your name!”
“Mo Wenxuan!”
“Good! You can die as well!” He once again swung his saber and sliced the disciple in half. Fresh blood deepened the shade of red on the snow.
The crowd gasped. This was too shocking a scene! Many of them turned their attention to the bloody saber in Xiao Chen’s hand. The saber was a weapon that acknowledged Xiao Chen as its owner through blood. After Xiao Chen sacrificed his blood to the saber earlier, it had become multiple times stronger.
Xiao Chen laughed without humor. “Is this the so-called heaven-exterminating family? Are you here to kill me or are you here to get yourselves killed by me? Next!”
The remaining ten dared not to step forward this time and dig their own graves. In fact, they were beginning to retreat. Suddenly, a chiding voice erupted from the Mo family side. “Loud-mouthed kid! Enough of your outrageousness!”
Instantly, a silhouette charged at Xiao Chen like a bolt of lightning. It was an old man over sixty years old. Judging from his physique, he ought to be nearly in the Apotheosis Realm. The spectators were beginning to worry for Xiao Chen.
The old man was in Xiao Chen’s face in just a split second. This time, Xiao Chen didn’t dare to be careless. He leaned backward and leaped into the air, yelling, “Dragon Slay!”
The blade fell with a force that collapsed mountains. Blood-red saber light stretched for hundreds of feet, obscuring the sky above. It was as if the saber had cut heaven and earth apart. This was no longer a simple slash, but a demonstration of a Cyan Mystic Sect’s cultivation method. A certain amount of True Energy that was consumed for this.
The old man’s expression changed in the face of hundreds-of-foot-long saber light, but the strength in his palm was far from enough. A loud explosion shattered the air. The saber light had pinned the old man on the snow-covered ground, causing him to cough out copious amounts of blood.
The crowd was aghast. This was beyond any measure of logic! The handful of old Apotheosis Realm cultivators from the Mo family were wearing different expressions as well.
“Hehe!” Xiao Chen sneered. His face was filled with animosity as he said in a sinister voice, “The Battle of Emperors? Challenging cultivators from all sides? Hehe!” Suddenly, at the end of his sentence, he ran up to where the Mo family was. With a swing of his saber, he instantly reduced the eight elite disciples into a fog of blood.
The crowd cried out in surprise. This was no longer a simple sword duel in the Wuyue Sword Conversation or the Battle of the Emperors! They watched Xiao Chen warp and weave around the group of Mo family members. Every time he swung his saber, lives would surely be lost!
This young man’s murderous aura and aggression were far too strong! Many began warning their disciples not to provoke Xiao Chen in the future.
Su Ying finally frowned. “Why is he so aggressive?”
Su Yue’s brows were tightly knitted. She sighed and said nothing. Ever since Xiao Chen entered the Violet Manor, his combativeness coupled with his lack of support made him a target of discrimination and oppression everywhere. His aggressiveness was inevitable. His air of aggression was getting worse with each passing day. Perhaps, he would one day turn to the Devil’s side.
On the viewing platform on the summit, the Apotheosis Realm senior cultivators from the Mo family were beginning to panic after seeing Xiao Chen hack their clansmen like a madman. Mo Tiannan never thought that this young man would be this strong and stubborn. Mo Yu’s information wasn’t at all accurate. He yelled, “Stop him right now!”
The disciples that they brought here today were the cream of the crop. Moreover, they were here to show off their strength. How could they allow Xiao Chen to do as he pleased? Two old men in the peak of the Apotheosis Realm immediately flew over to Xiao Chen. Noticing their strong aura coming closer, Xiao Chen screamed, “Guifeng!”
“Here!” A thirty-foot-tall shadow popped out of thin air. Guifeng was now a sixth-order General of Soul. The General of Soul could borrow its owner’s soul power to become stronger and stronger until it reached a certain limit. That limit depended on the General of Soul’s aptitude.
“Where did a little soldier like you come from? Hand over your life!” Gui Feng swung his saber violently and a hundred-foot-long black saber light went whizzing, sending an old man in the Apotheosis Realm flying. Another old man began shaking in his boots when he saw how terrifying Guifeng was. He immediately flew away in retreat.
This time, the spectators were truly going pale from shock. Many of them had never heard of a General of Soul before, much less seen one. Their astonishment at seeing a large, devil-like object was immense. They had no idea what it was.