Chapter 627: The Slaughter Immortal Sword

Chapter 627: Chapter 627: The Slaughter Immortal Sword

"Who are you?" Yin Luo Ri asked, struggling to contain his frustration.

Despite being a powerful expert in the Heaven Extreme Realm, Yin Luo Ri found himself at a disadvantage against Zhong Shan. If he had been prepared, Zhong Shan wouldn't have been able to catch him off guard. Zhong Shan's Samsara Eyes could only be countered by Yin Luo Ri's incredible speed, which was currently rendered ineffective by the fear of being trapped in the Samsara passage.

"Irrelevant. Now, renew the contract," Zhong Shan said, ignoring Yin Luo Ri's question.

With a face full of frustration, Yin Luo Ri reluctantly retrieved a massive scroll.

The commotion caused by Zhong Shan's use of the Samsara aura and Xianxian's destiny breath had attracted numerous onlookers. However, the range of these powerful auras was kept small, leaving the onlookers puzzled by the strange behavior of the powerful beings on the mountain—kneeling, sweating profusely, seemingly driven mad.

Reluctantly, Yin Luo Ri flipped through the enormous scroll to the section that listed "Da Luo, Ancient Shentong." He then instructed Gu Qianyou to add her name in blood next to her ancestor's, thus successfully renewing the contract.

As Zhong Shan's eyes returned to normal, the oppressive Samsara aura vanished. Yin Luo Ri, drenched in sweat, felt a wave of relief wash over him.

Yin Luo Ri looked at Zhong Shan with a mixture of fear and curiosity. He handed the Tiger Clan Contract back to Yin Luo Ri, choosing not to push him further.

"Who are you? What kind of ocular technique was that?" Yin Luo Ri asked, his eyes filled with uncertainty.

"I am Zhong Shan, Emperor of the Da Zhen Dynasty. Yin Supreme, are you interested in accompanying me back to Da Zhen after this matter with the 'Earth Book' is settled?" Zhong Shan, now smiling, was a stark contrast to his earlier cold demeanor.

Yin Luo Ri's expression shifted rapidly, still reeling from the fear he had just experienced. After a moment, he asked, "And her?"

"She is my empress," Zhong Shan confirmed.

Yin Luo Ri's wariness eased slightly, though he still cast cautious glances at Zhong Shan. After a moment's thought, he replied, "Alright."

Yin Luo Ri knew Zhong Shan wouldn't harm him; if he intended to, he would have done so already. Moreover, Yin Luo Ri was keen to understand more about Zhong Shan, having felt the genuine terror that Zhong Shan's power had invoked.

"Welcome, Yin Supreme!" Zhong Shan said with a smile.

Yin Luo Ri managed a strained smile, his relief palpable.

"Swear loyalty to me with a blood oath!" Xianxian commanded the Corpse Spotted Wolves before her.

What could they say? They felt utterly unlucky to have encountered such powerful adversaries. Resistance seemed futile, especially seeing a Heaven Extreme Realm Tiger Clan expert acquiesce. Reluctantly, the Corpse Spotted Wolf King made a blood oath to Xianxian, much like the previous Blood Fiend Lord had.

Once Xianxian was satisfied, the pressure on the Corpse Spotted Wolves lifted, allowing them to stand. The Corpse Spotted Wolf King felt aggrieved, caught in an unwarranted calamity. The Blood Sea of Rise and Fall truly was fraught with danger, even for those merely standing by.

The Corpse Spotted Wolf King glanced at Yin Luo Ri, and a mutual feeling of shared misfortune passed between them.

Chapter 627: The Slaughter Immortal Sword

One calamity had descended from the sky, and another was self-inflicted. Yin Luo Ri had come over without any reason, only to get himself involved in this mess.

The two powerful figures could only swallow their bitterness. Despite their strength, they had to concede to the stronger force before them.

"By the way, what's your name?" Xianxian asked.

"Jing Tianci," the Corpse Spotted Wolf King replied.

"Alright, I wanted to ask you earlier, what's going on here?" Xianxian asked.

Everyone's gaze turned back to the massive sword formation before them. Countless sword energies erupted like a sky-piercing hedgehog, dazzling with millions of crimson lights.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

The internal explosions shook the endless sword energies, causing them to tremble violently.

"Not good, the sword formation is about to break. Be careful!" Old Wine suddenly shouted.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

As Old Wine's words fell, the endless sword energies, like released arrows, scattered wildly in all directions.

Everyone swiftly moved to dodge the vast majority of the sword energies, managing to block only a small portion of them.

"Boom—"

The mountain beneath them exploded into fragments.

High-level cultivators dodged the rain of swords, but the lower-level ones died instantly, cut in half. At least half of the blood corpses on the ground were obliterated by the onslaught of sword energies.

The initial outer ring of red-clad Immortal Realm members suffered numerous injuries from the powerful impact.

The formidable isolating sword formation had been shattered.

Everyone gazed toward the center.

What they saw made them swallow hard.

Most striking were the hundreds of black marks in mid-air, shrinking steadily. These weren't sword marks but spatial scars, slashed open by the Slaughter Immortal Sword.

The terrifying Slaughter Immortal Sword could easily tear through space.

As the black hole-like spatial scars slowly faded, the internal scene was revealed.

It was a sea of blood, a vast expanse as large as half the Lingxiao Heavenly Court, nearly half the size of Earth. The entire area was filled with crimson blood, an eerie sight.

The blood sea was square-shaped, with numerous black islands within it. These islands would sink and float intermittently, hence the name "Blood Sea of Rise and Fall."

Within the blood sea, countless blood corpses lay motionless, all seemingly cut in half.

Hovering in the air was a white-clad man with long blue hair flowing freely in the wind. He wielded a blood-red long sword identical in style to the Absolute Immortal Sword but imbued with an aura of slaughter. A thousand-foot-long sword energy extended from the blade, leaving spatial scars in its wake.

This man was Ye Qingcheng, the realm master of the Immortal Realm. His brows were tightly knit, his eyes coldly fixated on a single island below.

At the center of the blood sea stood an island that did not float or sink. Atop it stood a pale-skinned man in a black robe with a striking red mark between his eyebrows—Nangong Sheng, the immortal.

Nangong Sheng's left hand was behind his back, and his right hand extended forward, holding a small white stone between his middle and index fingers. He faced Ye Qingcheng in the sky with this stone. Despite its unassuming appearance, Zhong Shan could detect a hint of fear in Ye Qingcheng's eyes.

Zhong Shan looked at the small stone again. It was round and flat, held by Nangong Sheng like a Go piece.

Nangong Sheng was using a Go piece to confront Ye Qingcheng's Slaughter Immortal Sword?