Chapter 150: Sword Master's Remains
The rain suddenly fell and the boulders roared, as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. The incessant loud noise shook everyone's heart.
"This... how could this be?" The warriors looked at each other, unable to believe the scene before them.
A blood-red figure broke through the air from the top of the Lingtai Palace and stood in mid-air, like an emperor descending to the earth, looking down at everything under his feet with a contemptuous look. All living beings were under his contempt.
The huge Lingtai Palace was like a rotten tree revived in spring at this moment, and cracks spread rapidly like spider webs until they covered the entire Lingtai, announcing its collapse.
Huge rocks poured down from the dome like rain, and each impact was accompanied by a deafening roar. The ground shook, and the square paved with boulders began to disintegrate under this endless impact, and the sound of collapse came one after another.
The warriors who had originally hoped to fight back were now frightened out of their wits by this scene. All their thoughts disappeared, and only the instinct to escape remained.
They fled in all directions, fear and despair intertwined into a web that tightly bound everyone's heart.
Suddenly, a strange red light surged around the figure, like a bloody storm, which was heart-pounding.
The figure flashed by, but reappeared in the void hundreds of feet away, accompanied by a burst of dazzling red light. The speed was so fast that it was astonishing.
"This... how is it possible!" Among the crowd, exclamations and doubts were mixed, and the emotion of disbelief spread.
The space seemed to be torn apart easily, and the figure crossed the boundaries of distance and displayed unimaginable power.
Shangguan Jiannan stood in the void, his face as pale as paper, staring at the bloody demon-like existence in front of him.
The black robe fluttered, the red light swirled, and every breath revealed suffocating blood and terror.
He stood there quietly, but seemed to dye the entire space with the color of death.
"Run! Run!" Shouts of fear rang out one after another. The disciples could no longer remain calm and began to use their skills to escape from this place of death as quickly as possible.
Shangguan Jiannan also joined the escape without hesitation, and his speed was so fast that it almost exceeded the limit of the wind.
In this chaos and fear, everyone was running for their lives, and that blood-red figure became an eternal shadow in their hearts.
With one strike, the Lingtai Palace was reduced to ashes; within a short distance, the space was traversed like paper.
These shocking scenes will be forever engraved in everyone's memory and become a nightmare that they will never be able to escape for the rest of their lives.
With light steps and a fleeting figure, he approached quietly, occasionally looking up, his eyes fixed on the lonely figure standing still in mid-air.
The man was dressed in a dark black robe, his face was stern, like a sculpture, showing no joy or sadness.
To Shangguan Jiannan, this figure was not unfamiliar—it was the famous Lord of the Slaughtering Heaven Sword.
But at this moment, what surrounded him was not the otherworldly sword energy of the past, but a thick, indissoluble blood-red haze that seemed to be able to devour all life and spread wantonly in the void.
"Here, there is no rhythm of life, only the breath of death and blood."
Shangguan Jiannan pondered in his heart, and a shocking thought quietly emerged - "This is actually the remains of the Lord of the Slaughtering Heaven Sword."
His whole body trembled, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart was filled with indescribable shock and confusion.
Just as his thoughts were in a tizzy, an inexplicable chill suddenly rose from his back, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
Suddenly, he looked up into the air again, and saw that the black-robed figure seemed to have sensed something, and a heart-pounding pressure instantly enveloped his body.
Shangguan Jiannan's face instantly lost color and alarm bells rang in his heart.
"Not good, I'm exposed!" He cried in his heart. The air around him seemed to solidify. The sense of crisis surged like a tide, surrounding him tightly.
At this critical moment of life and death, Shangguan Jiannan must make a quick decision to deal with this sudden change.
A figure stood in the air, staring at Shangguan Jiannan expressionlessly, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his whole body trembled.
The appearance of this person made the faces of the surrounding disciples change suddenly. A blood-red aura filled the air all around, vast and boundless, and all life was lost.
The black robe was torn, but it could not conceal the vast power within it. The bloody aura was thick and spread thousands of miles away.
Shangguan Jiannan's heart trembled, his face turned pale: "This is going to be tricky."
Before he finished speaking, he had already jumped up and fled at full speed, with only one thought in his mind: "Run, the faster the better, otherwise my life will be in danger."
Upon seeing this, other warriors followed suit, spiritual energy surged, and the scene became chaotic.
Speaking of the Lord of the Slaying Heaven Sword, he was arrogant in the past, but eventually his heart of Tao was split and his devilish heart devoured him. Even as powerful as he was, he could only be sealed but not eradicated.
As Shangguan Jiannan was escaping, he was terrified. The evil heart was actually the Lord of the Slaughter Heaven Sword himself. At this moment, it was revealed, and the Slaughter Heaven Sword was resonating as if giving a warning.
He kept Lingtai's instructions in mind and vowed to protect the Sword of Killing Heaven from falling into the hands of the devil, and his heart was extremely anxious.
Faced with such a terrifying force, even if the ten major sects joined forces, they would still find it difficult to match it.
The figure in the air followed closely and locked onto Shangguan Jiannan. The zombie-like body pointed at the void, and the space trembled. A blood-red sword broke through the air and pointed straight at him.
"Leave the Netherworld quickly. The only way is to escape."
Shangguan Jiannan silently thought to himself that at this critical moment of life and death, only by trying his best could he find a glimmer of hope.
The air was suddenly compressed, and the target was directly aimed at Shangguan Jiannan.
"Not good!" In the distant sky, a sharp sword of energy cut through the sky, causing Shangguan Jiannan's heart to tighten and his expression to change suddenly.
The sword rang suddenly and he quickly drew the sword. Although he held the sword tightly, it could not hide the trembling. It seemed that even the Sword of Killing the Sky itself was trembling with excitement.
The sword shone like blood, and the three-inch sword beam was surrounded by red light, humming as it approached him. The speed was so fast that it was suffocating, and the air around it seemed to solidify.
Shangguan Jiannan took a deep breath and infused his spiritual power into it, and the trembling of the Slaying Heaven Sword gradually subsided.
His eyes were as sharp as torches, fixed on the sword energy rushing towards him, ready to strike.
"Hah!" With a loud shout, his spiritual power surged, and he swung his sword, attacking forward with great momentum.
The two collided with a loud bang and red light splashed, illuminating the sky, and then slowly dissipated.
Under the impact, Shangguan Jiannan turned pale and took several steps back before he could steady himself. His breathing was heavy and his chest heaving violently.
"Retreat!" Knowing that he was no match for his opponent, he decisively chose to retreat. His figure turned into a trail of afterimage, and he used the Shadow Escape Technique to instantly escape from the battlefield.
In the square, the disciples screamed and ran away in all directions, with fear written all over their faces.
That bloody figure was imprinted in their hearts like a nightmare.
In the air, blood was boiling and there was a low explosion like thunder. Then, a bloody figure shuttled like a ghost and instantly descended on the square.
Boom! The nearest disciple was hit hard and retreated violently, leaving blood stains in the air. The scene was horrifying.
He was like a tiger among a flock of sheep. Every punch and palm strike sent several people flying backwards. Lights flashed and everyone's faces turned pale. Although they tried their best to escape, they could not escape the crushing power of his powerful strength.
With each move, everyone was easily blown away, and rapid explosions echoed in the air.