# Chapter 1077: Extermination
The one hundred thousand Undying Blood Clan soldiers were not ordinary people. Among them were some Half-Saint level Blood Generals, as well as several hundred Fish-Dragon Realm cultivators.
With their cultivation levels, the Ten Directions Life-Exterminating Formation they deployed naturally possessed extremely terrifying power, comparable to a seventh-rank attack grand formation.
The ground and the river channel both ignited, transforming into a crimson fiery domain.
Within the formation, war flags fluttered, war drums emitted ear-splitting sounds, and from ten directions along both sides of the ancient river, wisps of blood qi rose up.
Those blood qi rapidly condensed, forming ten mountain-sized divine beast projections—dragons, peacocks, Taotie, Bi'an, Qilin, and so on.
The bodies of the divine beasts seemed as real as if they truly existed, with flesh and blood, covered in iron armor, emitting earth-shaking roars.
In the distance, those old fiends of evil paths who had not retreated all felt their hearts pound with fear.
"The formation diagram of the Ten Directions Life-Exterminating Formation has always been stored in the Northern Domain's first-rate sect, the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. How could it have fallen into the hands of the Undying Blood Clan? Could it be... could it be that the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect has already been breached by the Undying Blood Clan?"
Throughout the entire Northern Domain, there were only eight first-rate sects, behemoth-like existences that could be called the eight pillars holding up the Northern Domain, possessing extremely ancient lineages.
If a first-rate sect like the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect had been conquered by the Undying Blood Clan, then the war situation in the Northern Domain had truly reached a very dangerous point.
"With the Tai Ge King wearing the Ten Saint Blood Armor, plus a Ten Directions Life-Exterminating Formation, I'm afraid even Luo Xu would be in considerable danger, and might very well fall."
"If both Luo Xu and Zhang Ruochen fall at the same time, it will be a heavy blow to the younger generation of human cultivators. Many young cultivators in the Kunlun Realm regard the two of them as idols in their hearts and goals to strive toward."
...
From within the cabin, Painting Saint Chu Siyuan unhurriedly walked out, sweeping his gaze across all directions, revealing an expression of abhorring evil.
He took out a blank scroll painting and hung it in the void.
Immediately, Chu Siyuan mobilized his spiritual power, using a crystal-clear jade brush to splash ink on the scroll painting.
In an instant, a lifelike painting appeared before Zhang Ruochen and Luo Shuihan.
Chu Siyuan's clothes and hair moved without wind, his entire body radiating light in all directions. White light patterns emerged from beneath his skin, and as if using all his strength, he roared: "Silver frost waterfall three thousand miles, ten thousand enemy troops all become ghosts."
"Bang."
A palm strike hit the scroll painting.
A vast and surging spiritual power merged into the painting, causing it to fly out.
The painting flew into midair, gradually unfurling, becoming larger and larger until it completely covered the entire earth.
Then, the painting rapidly descended downward. Just as it was about to reach the ground, it exploded with a "bang," releasing a shocking cold energy that surged in all directions.
Only the sound of "chi chi" could be heard, continuously rising from the ground.
In an instant, all the flames within a radius of a hundred miles were completely extinguished, and the one hundred thousand Undying Blood Clan soldiers were entirely frozen into crystal-clear ice sculptures.
This was only the effect on the central area. The cold energy released by the painting continuously spread outward, turning the landscape within a thousand miles into a scene of ice and snow.
Even regions within three thousand miles were affected to varying degrees.
However, the farther outward it went, the weaker the influence of the cold energy became.
"Bang."
Chu Siyuan's right foot stamped down. The bodies of the one hundred thousand Undying Blood Clan soldiers developed dense cracks, all exploding and collapsing downward, turning into a patch of crystal-clear ice fragments.
Between heaven and earth, there was utter silence.
Only the cold wind howled, making a "woo woo" sound.
With just one painting, he had annihilated the Undying Blood Clan's one hundred thousand strong army. It was hard to imagine just how terrifying a power had been infused into that scroll painting.
The entire world seemed to have become clean, with no sound of war drums, no clamor of Undying Blood Clan soldiers.
Chu Siyuan gently stroked his beard, revealing a satisfied smile, and cast a sidelong glance at Zhang Ruochen, his expression indescribably smug.
Zhang Ruochen was also extremely shocked, re-evaluating Old Man Chu. No wonder he was the Painting Sect's Sect Leader—he was indeed an unfathomably deep old monster.
However, Zhang Ruochen's face showed a disdainful expression. Because Chu Siyuan's smug look was really hard for him to stomach.
Even Tai Ge King was stunned for a moment, fixing his blood-red eyes on Chu Siyuan, somewhat solemnly, and said: "So, Painting Saint is also here... Heh, today this king has indeed miscalculated."
Chu Siyuan clasped his hands behind his back, looking like a man of great attainment, and said calmly: "Since you know you've miscalculated, why not flee for your life immediately?"
Tai Ge King was no ordinary character. His cultivation was extremely profound, and with the Ten Saint Blood Armor, even if Luo Xu and Chu Siyuan joined forces, it would be very difficult to kill him.
Once he detonated his Saint Source, Luo Xu and Chu Siyuan would likely lose their lives here as well.
Therefore, the best outcome would be for Tai Ge King to retreat on his own.
"Flee? Why should I flee?"
Tai Ge King let out a long laugh, and a surging battle intent surged from his body again, saying: "It's not easy to encounter the famous Luo Xu and Painting Saint—how could I not fight until heaven and earth are turned upside down?"
Having brought one hundred thousand troops only to have them completely annihilated, Tai Ge King was naturally very unwilling. Even if he were to retreat, he wanted to first probe the true strength of Luo Xu and the Painting Saint.
Beneath Tai Ge King's feet was a dense sea of blood qi. He reached inside the armor plates of the Ten Saint Blood Armor and pulled out a blade shining with holy light.
That was no ordinary weapon, but a Thousand-Mark Sacred Artifact.
"Hua—"
A terrifying Thousand Ripple Annihilation Force surged outward, causing the ten saint projections to tremble violently before attacking Luo Xu.
A Thousand-Mark Sacred Artifact in the hands of a Half-Saint and in the hands of a Saint were two completely different concepts.
Just the aura of a single Thousand Ripple Annihilation Force from the blade in Tai Ge King's hand tore the earth apart into a mess.
One could imagine how terrifying it would be when the blade struck down.
Luo Xu still used a pair of fists, meeting the attack head-on, unleashing the tenth form of the Luo Water Fist Art, clashing with Tai Ge King once more.
Again, it was a stalemate.
Even with the empowerment of the ten saint powers and the destructive force of the Thousand-Mark Sacred Artifact, Tai Ge King still could not overcome Luo Xu.
Including Zhang Ruochen, many people were wondering whether Luo Xu had even used his full strength.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
...
The clash between Luo Xu and Tai Ge King shook heaven and earth, even causing the sun in the sky to dim.
With Zhang Ruochen's cultivation, he could no longer see their figures clearly. He could only see that the sky above was completely shrouded in a blood-red light. The earth continuously shattered.
At the same time, from within the blood light, sounds that pierced the eardrums came forth.
"Rumble!"
After a long while, a blood-colored figure fell from the sky, crashing into the earth, creating a crater several hundred meters in diameter, very much like a meteorite impact.
A large cloud of dust rose, darkening the sky.
Finally, a victor had been decided.
Everyone was very tense, not knowing who had fallen.
Standing a hundred zhang above the ground was a figure in green clothes, without a single scratch on his body, very much like a true god looking down upon the earth, saying: "To be able to withstand the first eighteen forms of the Luo Water Fist Art, your strength is already quite impressive."
The green-clothed man waved his sleeve, dispersing the dust, revealing his appearance.
It was Luo Xu.
Tai Ge King climbed out from the bottom of the crater, with blood flowing from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth, looking exceptionally ferocious, and said: "The Luo Water Fist Art has another eighteen forms?"
"Naturally," Luo Xu said.
Tai Ge King said: "Can this king witness them?"
Luo Xu stared at him and shook his head, saying: "The facts have proven that you are not qualified to witness them."
"Fine, this king will remember you, Luo Xu, and your thirty-six forms of the Luo Water Fist Art. In the future, this king will definitely come to seek further instruction. I hope your latter eighteen forms are truly that strong."
Tai Ge King was severely injured and dared not continue fighting. If Luo Xu and the Painting Saint joined forces, given his current state, he would be in danger of falling.
"Shua."
Tai Ge King's back, with three pairs of tattered silver wings, fluttered once, turning into a streak of silver light, flying into the distance.
Only after Tai Ge King had flown far away did Luo Xu turn his gaze to Zhang Ruochen and say: "Zhang Ruochen, could you lend me your sword? I want to slay him."
Slay Tai Ge King?
Zhang Ruochen was slightly startled for a moment, then immediately understood.
Luo Xu had deliberately let Tai Ge King leave, only to shift the battlefield, preventing Tai Ge King from launching a desperate counterattack that would harm Zhang Ruochen and Luo Shuihan.
Everyone in the world knew that Zhang Ruochen possessed an extremely sharp sword called the Abyssal Ancient Sword, capable of cutting through sacred artifacts.
There were even rumors that the Abyssal Ancient Sword and Empress Chi Yao's Blood Drop Sword were forged from the same material, sharp and unstoppable.
At the same time, with Luo Xu's status and wisdom, he had likely already guessed that Zhang Ruochen was the sword dao prodigy Lin Yue of the Liangyi Sect.
At the Realm Son Banquet, Lin Yue had once shattered the Undying Blood Clan's Third Prince's Hundred Saint Blood Armor with a single sword strike.
If he could break through the Hundred Saint Blood Armor, he could naturally pierce the Ten Saint Blood Armor as well.
Therefore, Luo Xu wanted to borrow the Abyssal Ancient Sword to break through Tai Ge King's Ten Saint Blood Armor and slay him.
Letting a tiger return to the mountain was not his style.
Zhang Ruochen trusted Luo Xu's character, took out the Abyssal Ancient Sword, and sent the sword flying out.
Luo Xu caught the Abyssal Ancient Sword, and his aura became sharp and fierce, releasing a powerful killing intent as he chased in the direction Tai Ge King had fled.
Luo Shuihan was somewhat worried, saying: "Tai Ge King is a core figure of the Azure Heaven Tribe. His saintly cultivation has already reached the heavens. If he launches a desperate counterattack and self-detonates his Saint Source, the ancestor might be in great danger."
Chu Siyuan said: "Don't worry. Since Luo Xu dares to go and destroy him, he must have the confidence to retreat safely."
Two figures flew rapidly, one ahead and one behind. Because of their incredible speed, only two streaks of light could be seen passing through the sky.
Tai Ge King soon discovered Luo Xu chasing from behind and spat out a curse, immediately activating an escape secret technique.
Silver light continuously intensified on his body, and in an instant, his flying speed increased sixfold.
Luo Xu's determination to kill him was extremely firm. He did not hesitate to sacrifice his own lifespan, also activating a secret technique, increasing his speed several times to pursue.
A figure like Tai Ge King, once allowed to escape, would certainly cause immense disaster for humanity.
Luo Xu pressed too tightly, and using the Abyssal Ancient Sword, he broke through Tai Ge King's Ten Saint Blood Armor, driving Tai Ge King into a desperate situation.
"Luo Xu, you have gone too far. Since that's the case, let's both be annihilated in form and spirit..."
Tai Ge King roared, filled with anger and despair, charging toward Luo Xu while mobilizing his saint qi to self-detonate his Saint Source.
His saintly body, like red-hot ceramic, radiated golden light, developing spiderweb-like cracks, and with a thunderous boom, exploded.
(There is still one more chapter, but it will be very late. Dear readers, please check back tomorrow morning!)