Chapter 469 - Blood Seeking Sword - Slaughter Arts (2/2)

Like a connected thread of life, Wang Ling's sword moved without stopping.

His left hand moved with stopping, the sword movement only grew stronger with every strike, ”Twilight Sword: Breathe of Life.”

The Revenants saw the flames, they panicked the first second but managed to process the situation. They all moved, dove straight into the body of the serpent, daring to fight Wang Ling in his own domain.

They swung their blades; every corner was blocked. His left hand was too preoccupied to even count them all.

Several vitals were threatened to be destroyed.

”Got you.” They announced.

But Wang Ling did not care, ”Blood Seeking Sword: Blood Moon.”

The Revenant's eyes widened, as they lost an arm. But, all of a sudden, their smiles showed. They leaned over to Wang Ling, flesh being scorched, ”So, you were ali—”

Wang Ling did not listen and killed that one immediately.

”Twilight Sword: Cosmic Retribution —” His left sword moved southwest to northeast, and then his right hand that was also killed two, however, the two swords were about to clash, the Revenants smiled, anticipating the opening that would appear.

”He… that's brilliant!” Chang Ping saw what Wang Ling was doing but quickly snapped out of her reverence, ”Quickly cover your ears! That's one of the three Slaughter Arts!”

She shouted to the others as she saw one of the most dangerous movements in the Blood Seeking Sword Technique was about to be unleashed.

”Was I this much of a fool? Blood Seeking Sword — Slaughter Art: Demonic Tune.”

Clang!

Five Killing Swords and three Slaughter Arts meant for the use of decimating sects.

Swoosh!

One of the most impressive his arsenal was finally unleashed once again.

The blades clashed, the sword, hummed sending the killing intent within him out of his body and intent to ears of the Revenants.

Ting! An echo was heard, then, nothing else.

The Revenants' bled from all of their orifices, they all felt their knees weakening.

A sound attack that attacks the soul, the mind, and the will. Enveloping the tune with killing intent, could even destroy one's sanity.

The Revenants fell victim to such a technique.

One after the other, they fell, as the sixth movement of the Blood Seeking Sword showed its head.

The Revenants could no longer move they could no longer see, and Wang Ling could no longer care.

But with weak voices, they spoke in a chorus, ”The essence… once we have… enough… would you finally… be able… to rest? Father?”

Wang Ling saw this and his response was to snap his fingers, ”Angel, incinerate everything.”

”Sure thing — Heavenly Flame Arts: Empowered White Sun.”

The Revenants burned; their words still being uttered. Wang Ling turned his back on them.