208 Let Me Have a Sho (1/2)

Wang Baole didn't know how reciting the scripture would, in Little Missy's words, move the heavens and earth and exterminate all living creatures. It was all too strange, and something he felt was completely unimaginable.

But he could feel something indescribable surface within him when he heard the scripture. It was as if it hid a certain meaning that could not be described in words. The last line, especially, was imbued with immense power.

If it had been another time and place, Wang Baole would have cast his suspicions aside and found a way to verify the truth behind the scripture. After confirming that it was of use, he would then try it out. However, at that moment, trapped within the dangerous tree hollow and facing the onslaught of hundreds of assimilated cultivators, Wang Baole—who continued casting spells while deliberating on the scriptures—was running out of time.

Let's just give it a shot! Wang Baole threw out a punch. With a wave of his hand, a sea of lightning and an ocean of fire exploded into being simultaneously, wiping out a dozen assimilated cultivators charging towards him. His eyes flashed, he sucked in a deep breath, and he was about to recite the scripture.

It was at that moment!

Wang Baole had not yet started uttering the scripture when an indescribable Blood Qi rose and expanded behind him. It was followed by a thunderous roar!

The Blood Qi was so intense it formed a Blood Qi hurricane that swept across the entire area. The hurricane exuded an oppressive aura of violence and bloodlust, and the surrounding assimilated cultivators started quaking in their boots and froze in their tracks.

It was as if an invincible, fearsome soldier had just awoken!

Even the tree hollow started shaking at that instant, and signs of decay appeared on its four walls. Everything happened too quickly and too suddenly. Wang Baole's heart pumped rapidly, and his breathing quickened as he turned around. Behind him, next to Zhao Yameng, Zhuo Yifan, who had been gravely wounded and on the verge of death… was floating off the ground!

Not standing, but floating in mid-air. There was a red light flashing in his eyes, and his entire person exuded an aura of violence and bloodlust so intense it conjured the images of a mountain of corpses and an ocean of blood. The intensity of the Blood Qi was indescribable and was coming off him in waves.

What's going on! Wang Baole was stunned. He had almost shouted out the scripture then, but who could have known that Zhuo Yifan still had such an ace in the hole left in him

It was clear that there was something amiss with Zhuo Yifan. As Wang Baole stood, stunned, Zhuo Yifan moved. His body swayed forward abruptly, and he leaped forward in mid-air. As he dashed forward, his right hand raised and pressed against his own neck, yanking abruptly…

Wang Baole gasped in shock as he saw with his own eyes, Zhuo Yifan pulling out, from his own neck… a crimson blood sword!

The edges of the blade were formed from blood while the rest of the sword was formed from bone. Zhuo Yifan's expression was that of pain and ferocity as he pulled out the sword. He was silent, and it was as if he had transformed into a demon as he charged forward!

He was swift like lightning, approaching an assimilated cultivator in the blink of an eye. The blood sword in his hand went sweeping across the air. As it hit the cultivator, the assimilated cultivator quaked, his entire person turning into a pool of blood in an instant…

The killing seemed to have incited his thirst for blood, and Zhuo Yifan moved even more quickly. He was like a blur of blood-red shadow, leaving rivers of blood in his wake!

Within the span of a mere dozen breaths, he slew more than a dozen assimilated cultivators around him. The cultivators, who had turned into pools of blood, clearly lost the power to regenerate again!

The aura of bloodlust exuding from Zhuo Yifan grew stronger, and the demonic air around him intensified as well!

It's not him who's controlling the sword. It's the sword that's controlling him! Wang Baole observed. It was then that the tree hollow started swaying fiercely, and a sound of disdain resounded throughout the entire tree hollow.

It was like multiple bolts of lightning crashing down, sending instant tremors through Wang Baole's body. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and blood spilled from Zhao Yameng's lips as well. As the sound rang out, a middle-aged man dressed in black robes stepped out from the far wall of the tree hollow!

The man looked to be human, but his face was lined like that of tree bark. His eyes were cold and held a glint of savagery within them. As he appeared, the aura of Foundation Establishment realm cultivation burst forth from his body. The intensity of his aura surpassed all Foundation Establishment realm cultivators Wang Baole had come across.

”The perfected Foundation Establishment realm. He's only a step away from Core Formation realm!” Zhao Yameng said quickly. Her voice was calm. When she spoke, her eyes no longer held any hints of hesitation or struggle, and she shut both eyes then.

Despite noticing Zhao Yameng's strange behavior, Wang Baole had no time to question further. It was a critical moment. With the appearance of the black-robed man, the aura in the entire tree hollow turned chaotic, and the assimilated cultivators fell to their knees. It was clear that the middle-aged black-robed man was their master!