Chapter Seventy-Four: The Return of the Bloodline

Six peak Blood Condensation Realm experts!
Six human blood weapons!

All six blood weapons, each with an extraordinary origin—when they were unleashed by the six peak experts, Luo Hao and the three women, Ji Rou included, immediately grew tense. The battle before them was one they could no longer intervene in.

For a peak Blood Condensation expert to summon their blood weapon signified a fight to the death. Watching the six men, who now matched seven blood slaves blow for blow, Luo Hao couldn’t help but marvel—peak Blood Condensation truly was but a step away from the Sky Star Realm.

He was shaken deep within; these six were indeed formidable. With their blood weapons drawn, even the blood slaves, whose power now rivaled that of Sky Star warriors, were suppressed.

A chorus of howling erupted—the seven blood slaves, their heads crowned by a sea of blood, found their spectral crowns utterly shattered beneath the might of the six blood weapons. From their throats burst howls like those of fiends from hell; though their minds were lost, instinct drove them to fear the force looming above.

That resplendent power descended like the wrath of heaven itself—tyrannical, invincible, and utterly overwhelming.

As the terrifying might of the six blood weapons surged, the blood-red spectral claws that had assailed the warriors beyond the crimson pillar were instantly withdrawn. Countless ghostly claws, blotting out the sky, swept toward the six, the stench of decay and bloodlust surging, filling the pillar of light in an instant.

“Sword that cleaves two realms!”

Above, the Limitless Sword hummed with resonance. Faced with the shocking aura of decay within the pillar, Yue Jingfeng’s eyes flashed with swordlight. As a true swordsman, he brooked no evil in his sight. The hazy Limitless Sword above seemed to sense its master’s resolve, erupting suddenly with a world-shaking surge of sword energy.

The crimson pillar of light quivered under that sudden sword force, nearly shattering apart. The indistinct Limitless Sword descended, cleaving the air as if splitting heaven and earth, transforming thunder and lightning into a dazzling cascade of sword-light.

The spectral claws, hurtling through the void, were sliced to pieces beneath that terrifying torrent, dissolving into mist of blood and vanishing in the air.

The Myriad Demon Bell chimed, its clear notes mingling with Sun Wutian’s surging demonic power. It was as though the great demon Zi Xinghe of ages past had returned—unstoppable, awe-inspiring. The ghostly claws that attacked him were dissolved in an instant by the eerie, crystalline sound of the bell.

Between finger and palm, the great black halberd roared like an enraged dragon. Guo Tian’s expression was grim as the blood claws slashed through the air. The Desolate Heaven Halberd vibrated, and an ancient battle aura surged forth, a black torrent that washed away the spectral claws in the blink of an eye.

“The divine embryo moved!”

Luo Hao stared in horror at the black dragon-headed halberd, growing ever more convinced of its supernatural nature. The moment that battle aura appeared, he distinctly saw the golden divine embryo within the weapon tremble, reflected in his golden eyes. He even suspected that this was not a blood weapon forged from human flesh at all, but a true weapon of legend.

The ancient Heavenly Heart Lamp scattered divine fire, a cyan dragon of flame roared, and the archaic, one-cornered stone seal glowed with patterns like the principles of heaven and earth themselves.

“Together—let’s break the pillar’s seal!” In perfect accord, the six unleashed a terrifying, soul-shaking surge from their blood weapons.

In that instant, the entire summit of Blood Spirit Mountain trembled. In the Tai Chi Blood Pool, waves of blood rose to the sky. The warriors outside the pillar, overwhelmed by the sudden pressure, fell to their knees in terror.

A series of ear-piercing howls rang out. The seven blood slaves, suppressed by the six blood weapons, suddenly wept tears of blood. The light in their chests exploded, and before Luo Hao and the others’ startled eyes, their bodies detonated, blood and shattered bone raining into the foul depths of the blood pool’s shadowy maw.

Ji Rou and her companions turned pale. Such brutality was beyond comprehension—there was nothing left of them. By now, it was clear to all that the seven of the Myriad Demon Sect had been controlled by someone. The only place such a power could both dominate and conceal itself was the Tai Chi Blood Pool at the mountain’s summit.

“Hiding in the shadows? Die!” The six, their fury unleashed, turned their terrifying power from the pillar to the pool below. A tidal wave of blood surged forth, threatening to empty the pool entirely.

Sword energy clashed, purple radiance shot skyward, battle aura swept across the land, and divine fire rained down. The world seemed to end—clouds of blood that had shrouded the heavens for years were blasted away, revealing the long-lost sun.

“Retreat!”

With a single blow, the crimson pillar shattered. Luo Hao and the three women leapt back hundreds of meters, like great birds spreading their wings. Stones flew in all directions, ground to dust, and the lesser peaks around Blood Spirit Mountain were shorn to stumps in the storm.

Hundreds of meters away, countless gazes fixed in horror on the mountain’s heart. Luo Hao guessed that the spiritual energy unleashed rivaled the power of an atomic bomb.

Waves of blood surged, droplets scattering like rain. But what followed stunned not only the distant crowd, but even Yue Jingfeng and his companions, wielders of the six blood weapons.

In a matter of breaths, the blood and waves vanished, the Tai Chi Blood Pool grew calm once more, and the cauldron at the pool’s bright eye continued to emit dazzling five-colored light.

A strange tranquility settled—everyone knew this was only the calm before the storm. The oppressive air had not diminished in the least.

“It’s coming!” Luo Hao narrowed his eyes, murder gleaming in his golden gaze, fixed unwaveringly on the Tai Chi Blood Pool. His voice drew Yue Jingfeng and the others’ attention, and suddenly they all found themselves shrouded in a blood-red shadow.

“This…”

Countless people shuddered. The scene before them was no longer the summit of Blood Spirit Mountain, but seemed rather a blood-drenched hell. Endless corpses sunk in the blood, pale skeletons soaked in the shadowy pool. Blood-red mists drifted in the air, a tide of bloodlust and unspeakable evil pressing relentlessly upon them.

“What is this place? Let me out!” Some warriors, their will unsteady, found their minds shattering in this hellish realm.

The instant one of them spoke, his body exploded, blood and bone splattering and then dissolving into the vast pool before the horrified eyes of all.

A gasp swept the crowd—everyone was on edge, terror flickering in their eyes. Such unnatural horrors awakened their deepest, most painful memories.

“Heavens, save me! Someone help me!”

“Brother, I didn’t mean to kill you!”

“Why do you betray me? Give back my life!” Cries of panic broke out. Those who called out perished in a flash, torn apart by some unseen force.

“Sister, I’m… I’m so afraid.” Little Su Yao, the youngest among them, had never witnessed such blood and horror; not even the corpse beetles had terrified her so. She clung tightly to Su Yu’s arm.

“Little one, set aside your fear and try to think of happy things. Ji Rou, you and the others as well.” Luo Hao’s voice was grim.

“Why?” Su Yao pouted, not wanting to listen, but fell silent at the look in Luo Hao’s cold eyes. He said, “If you don’t want to die, do as I say.”

His words caught the attention of Guo Tian and the others. Though reluctant, one among them stepped forward. “I am Feng Wuhen. From your tone, Brother Luo, it seems you know something of this situation. Can you share it?”

“I wouldn’t say I understand. Let’s just say, he and I are old acquaintances.” Luo Hao spoke with a cold, mocking smile, then strode past Feng Wuhen, shouting into the bloody mist with icy scorn: “Xuegu, are you still cowering after being beaten by Grandpa Luo? Is this all you bloodspawn remnants can do, hiding and playing tricks?”

“The Blood Clan!”

At Luo Hao’s words, the faces of Feng Wuhen, his five companions, and Ji Rou’s party shifted dramatically. All the warriors present were instantly on guard.

From the bloody haze came the clanking of chains, and then a voice, hoarse as a demon from hell: “So many human Blood Condensation cultivators—truly, heaven favors me. At last, I, Xuegu, am free. The ancient continent shall soon be ruled by my blood clan.” The grim voice was like a curse, echoing in every warrior’s ear.