Chapter 159: Startling and Repelling the Demonic Nether Spirit

"Clang!"

The murderous intent shook the wilderness, and the resounding sounds of slaughter filled the sky.

Luo Hao’s black robe was stained with blood. He strode forward like a dragon and tiger, his mane of snowy white hair bristling with murderous intent. Each strand of hair was sharp enough to pierce through the void, resembling the embodiment of an eternal path of slaughter.

"Roar!"

A dragon’s roar erupted violently. Luo Hao stepped upon dragon patterns, covering a thousand miles in a single step. He charged toward Yaoming at a speed invisible to the naked eye. The killing intent was like a tidal wave, freezing the void as if a hell of slaughter had descended upon the world.

"Lord Yaoming!" Lingmo’s pupils trembled, her voice strained and obscure.

At this moment, Luo Hao was the very image of a god of slaughter. Every gesture of his carried a terrifying aura of death. The bone-chilling murderous intent was so intense that even she, standing behind Yaoming, felt as though she had plunged into the Nine Hethers.

Such killing intent did not belong to a mortal human. One could no longer see Luo Hao’s figure in his eyes; ahead of him surged billowing black fog that obscured everything—that was the purest will of slaughter.

"Hmph!"

Yaoming descended from the firmament with a light chuckle. The next instant, Lingmo felt a force push her backward. By the time she recovered her senses, she was already a thousand yards away.

With a calm expression, Yaoming gazed at Luo Hao, who was charging toward him like a god of slaughter, a trace of interest in his eyes. "A human like an ant, mere sacrificial blood-food of the ancient era, yet now you dare to rise against your master? How laughable! How pathetic!"

"Rumble!"

Behind Yaoming, the phenomenon of the Nine Heavens grew increasingly distinct. Stars shattered and fell, blazing fires consumed cities, and a primordial aura erupted, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

His silver hair fluttered, and his white robes snapped in the wind. Yaoming’s eyes were as profound as an ancient demonic god, displaying an invincible conviction. With Yaoming at the center, the entire void trembled, sending out layer upon layer of ripples. Many human martial artists felt as though they were suffocating.

"An ant? Blood-food? If one is strong enough, even an ant can devour a dragon!" With his snowy white hair flying, Luo Hao’s voice was resolute and powerful. Within his chaotic pupils, boundless divine light erupted.

What Luo Hao said was no lie. Over the long span of years, there had indeed been an ant that devoured a dragon—it was the unique and eternal Dragon-Devouring Ant!

At this moment, in the eyes of the crowd, Luo Hao’s back appeared towering beyond measure, and his resounding words made the blood within their bodies burn with heat.

"Boom!"

Aura surged to the heavens. The crimson battle-blood of the human race, brilliant like sunset clouds, obscured half the firmament. The blood Qi rolled like an endless ocean, and a blood-colored dragon stretching a thousand yards manifested within the sea of vitality.

"This... Is this the blood vitality of the Blood-Gathering Realm?"

At this moment, the human martial artists were utterly shocked. Vitality obscured the heavens, transforming into a dragon; the word 'vast' was not even enough to describe a fraction of it!

"Bizarre!"

A trace of emotion appeared on Yaoming’s face. In all his long years, he had never witnessed a human martial artist in the Blood-Gathering Realm whose blood vitality was this terrifying.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, Luo Hao let out a long howl akin to a dragon's roar. With his left hand clenched into a fist, he merged the five forms of the End-Times Tiger Art, suddenly erupting with a chilling white tiger slaughtering might.

Between the palm of his right hand, countless dragon patterns flickered, and a thousand-yard-long black dragon roared forth. Punch and palm pushed horizontally; the dragon and tiger shocked the audience. Accompanied by Luo Hao’s terrifying strength, they suppressed Yaoming together.

"Not good! Retreat quickly!"

The wilderness shook, the firmament quaked, and the very earth trembled. The human martial artists all wore looks of utter terror. The combined power of the dragon and tiger at this moment had broken through the limits of the Blood-Gathering Realm, proving sufficient to contend against the Heavenly-Tier Realm.

The End-Times Tiger Art had been obtained from his unorthodox master, the slovenly old man. Although it was only a mortal-grade top-tier martial art, as his cultivation grew stronger day by day, Luo Hao increasingly felt its profound depth.

The True Dragon Hand, naturally, went without saying; it was a scattered technique of an ancient true dragon. The ancient true dragon once reigned supreme over antiquity, pushing across the heavens and earth, reigning unmatched across the eight wastes. A single palm of his was enough to destroy the sun, moon, and stars, and shatter the flow of time.

"To think he has achieved such comprehension in just a few short days!" Little Thunder King and Liu Mingfei felt a wave of shock in their hearts. From the moment Luo Hao obtained the True Dragon Hand until now, only a few short days had passed.

At this moment, he was actually able to use the True Dragon Hand to condense the power of a true dragon. Such comprehension was simply astounding. This was, after all, the technique of an ancient true dragon, yet he had comprehended it with such ease.

Actually, the others overestimated Luo Hao slightly. Firstly, the cultivation technique he practiced was inherently tied to the dragon race in a major way; secondly, he frequently observed the spiritual infant in his dantian executing the True Dragon Hand, which was why he was able to comprehend it within such a short period of time.

"The Power of Dragon and Tiger!"

Yaoming’s expression turned slightly cold, clearly seeing the extraordinary power of this dragon and tiger. The white tiger governed slaughter, and its power harmonized perfectly with Luo Hao’s kingly path of slaughter, greatly enhancing its might. Meanwhile, the True Dragon Hand was a martial art powerful enough to shake the entire demon race.

"Hah!"

With a low shout from his lips, the void around Yaoming began to tremble, and the Nine Heavens phenomenon behind him expanded completely. The divine might of the Nine Heavens phenomenon was unfathomable, directly stabilizing this patch of heaven and earth.

"Roar!"

"Agh!"

The pouncing dragon and tiger seemed to have fallen into a quagmire. The next instant, Yaoming pointed a single finger downward. An intimidating aura erupted, and amidst the cries of the dragon and tiger, they shattered under this single finger.

"Plop!"

The very moment the dragon and tiger dissipated, the void before Yaoming was abruptly cleaved open. In the flash of a flint, a pale white fist pierced outward, erupting with a slaughtering might that could butcher heaven and earth. Overbearing to the extreme, it felt like a lord of slaughter had descended.

"Bang!"

Yaoming’s expression shifted, and his fair palm immediately pushed horizontally forward. Countless demon runes flowed between his palms, resembling the embryonic form of a world.

Luo Hao’s fist pressed ever onward, slaying gods in his path. At this moment, the kingly path of slaughter flowed through his heart, and his killing fist was pushed to its absolute limit—this was the embryonic form of a supreme fist technique.

"Boom!"

Luo Hao punched into the world-in-a-palm of Yaoming, and terrifying power instantly exploded. Killing intent shook the heavens, runes splattered everywhere. At the point of collision between fist and palm, the void suffered a destructive collapse, leaving shocking spatial rifts that refused to heal for a long time.

"Stumble, stumble, stumble!"

Yaoming abruptly retreated three steps before steadying his footing, a trace of coldness flashing through his gaze. This was the first time he had been forced back. Moreover, his fair palm was dripping with blood, and the dripping blood presented a pale golden hue.

"Lord Yaoming!"

A thousand yards away, seeing Yaoming’s palm dripping with blood, Lingmo let out a cry of shock. But even more than that was sheer terror—Lord Yaoming, who was invincible in the same realm, had actually been injured!

"Hmph!"

Gazing at his bleeding palm, Yaoming’s gaze turned thoroughly cold. Compared to Yaoming, Luo Hao was sent flying back dozens of meters. His hand, which had already been reduced to a bloody pulp, had its entire arm bone deformed after this blow.

Allowing his fresh blood to drip, Luo Hao’s expression remained indifferent, as if devoid of the sense of pain. Only he knew that his physique had been tempered in the Divine-Demon Blood Pool, yet a single clash had actually deformed his arm bone.

In truth, had he not been tempered in the Divine-Demon Blood Pool, it likely wouldn't have been as simple as a mere deformed arm bone at this moment.

"As expected, even the Battle Demon is no match for this demon."

Luo Hao had clashed head-on with Yaoming and was clearly at a disadvantage. However, Yaoming did not see it that way; his strength had accumulated over countless ages, and furthermore, as the Demon Son, his bloodline was the most noble in the entire demon race. Yet, in the same realm, he had been wounded by a human!

"Very well, human. You have successfully angered me. The game ends here—all of you are going to die!" Yaoming smiled coldly, his silver hair standing on end, his demonic power surging and roaring.

"Bang!"

The Nine Heavens phenomenon enveloped half the sky, rivaling Luo Hao’s battle-blood. Yaoming’s eyes were profound, as if they could swallow everything. At this moment, he looked like a true ancient demonic god descended to earth, overlooking the heavens and earth.

"Heavenly Demon Finger!"

Accompanied by Yaoming’s low shout, the heaven and earth abruptly darkened. Golden dao marks shook on the firmament, and as he pointed a finger downward, ten thousand dao cried out in grief.

"Boom!"

Beneath his fingertip, the void shattered inch by inch. An ancient purple finger spanned the firmament, crushing downward like a deity of the Nine Heavens pressing down with a single digit. The purple finger was ancient and mottled, vaster than the stars, and its terrifying aura swept across heaven and earth like a hurricane.

"Run!"

The watching human martial artists felt their hearts tremble with fear. Surging spiritual power burst from their bodies as they fled directly into the distance. This finger was far too terrifying; although only half a finger was revealed, it gave the sensation of snapping the ages asunder, resembling the sanction of a deity.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!"

As the half-section of the purple finger pressed down, even though the numerous human martial artists protected themselves with spiritual power and fled at maximum speed, they were still shaken by the abyss-like terrifying aura to the point of vomiting mouthfuls of blood.

"Ah, ah..."

Beneath the finger vaster than the stars, Luo Hao was undoubtedly insignificant. His face was already blurred with blood, and the terrifying aura, like an ancient divine peak, continuously oppressed his body.

He was confident in his invincibility within the Blood-Gathering Realm, but unfortunately, Yaoming possessed the accumulation of countless ages. Had he not been restricted by the laws of the micro-world, he likely would have unleashed taboo power long ago.

"Boom!"

The ancient purple finger suppressed downwards, collapsing the entire earth. Countless rocks flew through the air, and dust filled the sky. When the dust finally settled, a bottomless giant pit appeared before the terrified human martial artists.

"This... this... just how much power did that finger have to even pierce through the bedrock? Where is the Battle Demon?" Some human martial artists asked with eyes full of horror, trembling uncontrollably.

"Alas, he was no match after all!" sighed a martial artist. In the depths of the pit, they could no longer sense even a shred of Luo Hao’s aura. Within the crowd, Xinlan’s eyes flickered with tears; this stubborn man had ultimately failed to defy the heavens.

"It can't be! He'll be fine!" Aside from Xinlan, there was another slender figure in the crowd whose lips trembled as she clenched her delicate fists tightly.

Before the giant pit, Yaoming coldly swept his gaze over the human martial artists. The demonic energy around him did not recede in the slightest; instead, it grew even more terrifying, resembling billowing demonic clouds that blotted out the sun and sky.

"What do you want?"

"Stupid mortals, go and die. Use your blood to consecrate the lost souls of my race." With that, he dropped his palm, and the boundless demonic power transformed into a beast that devoured the heavens, intending to consume everyone present.

"Boom!"

Just as Little Thunder King and the others were preparing to fight to the death, an inexplicable fluctuation emanated from the bottomless pit, resembling the beating of the earth's heart. A strange rhythm spread from the pit, dispersing the billowing demonic energy right before Yaoming's eyes.

Everyone was stunned. Yaoming’s sword-like eyebrows furrowed, his gaze like lightning as he looked toward the bottomless pit. Under numerous horrified gazes, a blood-stained figure slowly rose from the pit.

His face was covered in blood, his hair disheveled, and half of his body torn apart—he looked even more wretched than an evil ghost from hell. Who else could this person be if not Luo Hao? Yet everyone was horrified to find that Luo Hao’s glabella was actually glowing at this moment—it was a light of the utmost brilliance.

"Fight!"

Abruptly, Luo Hao’s tightly closed eyes snapped open, and he emitted a mighty battle-cry toward Yaoming. In an instant, a battle intent that dominated the heavens and earth rang out across the world like a resounding, undefeatable song of battle.

"Pfft!"

Yaoming’s eyes widened abruptly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot. Then, a thousand yards away, Lingmo felt a force pulling her in.

Yaoming took a single step, crossing a thousand miles in an instant, and the two figures rapidly vanished from the sight of the human martial artists.

(End of Chapter)