Chapter 510: True Blood Seeking Sword III (1/2)

~From the crashing waves… from the Heavens to the Earth… the bodies fall like a Waterfall made of Blood… the first signs of my transgression — [Blood Falls].~

Killing intent, had never changed since its discovery. It was the manifestation of the malevolence the heart held, and the darker and suffocating it was, the more battlefield it had been tempered through.

It was not qi, but simply intent. It could scare some but that was it, however, when one particular man started his journey, that was all that he had.

His killing intent was all Wang Ling had, and he cultivated it so much that he managed to manifest them, similar to sword intent… creating his own techniques. The Seven Movements of the Blood Seeking Sword… a tale known only to him, and those who died from its edge.

The Blood Falls brought him to the ground. His swing of the sword cleaved hundreds of the Demons and for hundreds of kilometers, his killing intent ravaged more of the enemies. Standing on the ground, the next part of the tale commenced.

~ Like a Demon, he sought out death, not others… but his own. In his journey, a trail slowly formed, from the bottom of the food chain (south), he rose to the top (north), with a river of blood behind him, — [Culling River]~

Wang Ling's second movement gave rise to a rising rive of blood and death. Wang Ling traveled from the South to the North, killing everything in front of him, uncaring, and ruthlessly.

He hovered over the air and with both swords, he did not even dare posture over. He simply moved his body and from one body to the next, he moved, never resting… never stopping.

~The path of blood he created laid waste to the balance set upon by the Ancestors. His every kill gave birth to the desire to take his, thus, it became know that his every movement would give birth to another, like a thread of death… his very existence was calamity incarnate — [Calamity Connection]~

”Surround him!!” The Revenants shouted, seeing how Wang Ling's fetters slowly became undone. The sight of the Gate of Blood opened before their eyes was nothing more than a nightmare, they could not risk.

”He already has Blood Seeker, we can only kill him before he can ascend…” the Revenants controlled the Abyssal Demons, commanding thousands to used their tendril and latch it upon Wang Ling's body, incapacitate him so they could prepare.

Tens of thousands flew towards him, but he remained the same. With even more potent intent, Wang Ling moved his sword ever so silently and traced the moon's shape with its blade.

Slash!

A circular plain was emptied around Wang Ling as their attempt in stopping him failed.

~ The killing continued without an end. He looked above and saw the moon dyed in the blood he spilled all over the Continent, watching him from all direction… judging him for what he had done — [Blood Moon] ~

”NOW!”

The Revenants finally saw an opening!

From above, Wang Ling saw the Revenants gather the heatwave the God Beasts left. They used it as a collective and then created a sun of their own. The purple light of Death laced the blazing orb.

The Revenants threw the orb of flames. This ball could not be controlled by the All-Father for it was not in the scope of the Essence of Origin.

When everything began, when the All-Fater and the mother of Beast was born, the concept of Death was foreign. The two were Immortal, thus their incapability to control the Emperor of Death and his Abyssal Army.

This flame orb could not be swayed, it could not be deflected, nor parried. It was the perfect, and the only way to kill Wang Ling… yet, the Revenant felt it weird for Wang Ling's visage never changed. He was not worried, for he knew he would come out on top.

Blood Seeker was in his hands, these Impostors would never touch him with this weapon in his possession.

The only thing the Orb of Death Flames gave Wang Ling was an opening. Where there was no Demon around him, and he was allowed to shift his body. Keeping the Reaper away, Wang Ling enlarged the Heaven's Will, allowing its weight to reach its maximum… from East to West he allowed his sword to wreak havoc!

~At the peak of an unnamed mountain, the Sun illuminated his wretched actions, spreading his atrocities from East to West — [Sunrise Blood]~

”Disappear from my sight.”

Fwu!

The sword weighed the same mountain, its movement was slow, but its power uprooted the ground and like the wind against a candle's wick… the Orb of Death Flames disappeared with the wind pressure.