Chapter 1335: Fengyue City
The large-scale action of the Undying Blood Clan alarmed some human cultivators from Hongchuan Prefecture and Qianyu Prefecture. Among them, a few bolder ones quietly approached the vicinity of Wanyue Ridge, trying to find out what was happening.
"Could it be that Zhilin Pass has been breached, and the Undying Blood Clan's army is about to fully occupy Hongchuan Prefecture?"
"Zhilin Pass hasn't been breached. It's just a small group of Undying Blood Clan who bypassed the defense line and entered Hongchuan Prefecture. There are rumors that they are besieging one of the Nine Realm Sons, Huang Yanchen."
"What? Huang Yanchen has also come to the Northern Domain?"
"Isn't it normal for Huang Yanchen to come to the Northern Domain since Zhang Ruochen appeared at Xianji Mountain?"
"Although it's just a small group of Undying Blood Clan, they are all extremely formidable experts. Not long ago, an imperial army stationed in Yanbei Commandery encountered them and was completely annihilated. This is a battle among Saint-level humans, quite terrifying. We'll just watch from a distance and not get close."
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The cultivators who dared to approach Fengyue City were clearly not weak, at least possessing Fish-Dragon Realm cultivation.
A Realm Son being besieged was a major event, and all cultivators wanted to know how the situation would develop.
Fengyue City was once a military garrison in Yanbei Commandery. The city not only housed hundreds of thousands of elite troops but also had three city-protecting grand formations. Even if three or five Saints descended simultaneously, they couldn't shake it.
However, Fengyue City was now in a dilapidated state. The city walls were riddled with holes, and some districts had sunk into the ground.
As for those hundreds of thousands of elite troops, half had been killed, and the other half had been refined into blood slaves, becoming puppets of the Blood Saints.
The streets and alleys of the city were littered with corpses and bloodstains, resembling a slaughterhouse.
The Golden Bat Giant Python lay on the ground, licking its wounds with its tongue. Sensing the blood qi surging in from outside the city, it immediately raised its massive head and let out a roar.
Qing Mo and Huang Yanchen, who were healing and recovering their Saint Qi, immediately stopped. They turned into two streaks of light, flew to the top of a broken wall, and gazed into the distance.
"Princess, they're starting the sixth wave of attacks. This time... I'm afraid we can't hold on..."
Qing Mo's delicate face was covered in bloodstains, and her eyes looked tired. A sword had pierced through her lower abdomen, and the wound hadn't fully healed yet, still oozing blood.
"Even if we can't hold on, we have to keep fighting. Even if we die, we must make the Undying Blood Clan pay a heavy price."
Huang Yanchen held a Saint Sword full of notches. Her injuries were even more severe, but her phoenix-like eyes remained sharp, full of battle intent. She took out a stack of blood-suppressing talismans from her Space Ring and handed them to Qing Mo.
Now, their greatest reliance was the blood-suppressing talismans.
Fog began to rise.
It was blood fog.
Dense blood fog surged in from all directions, swallowing Fengyue City in an instant.
"Clatter, clatter."
In the blood fog, a large number of blood slaves clad in heavy black iron armor marched, crushing the ancient buildings in the city. The sound of collapse echoed continuously, mixing dust and blood fog together.
These blood slaves were once the elite troops of the human race.
Huang Yanchen's eyes didn't even glance at the blood slaves below. Instead, she stared at the dozens of Undying Blood Clan experts in the distance. They all spread their blood wings and flew in midair. Some had two wings, others four. Without exception, they were all top-tier experts.
Among them, there were nine Blood Saints, hailing from four different tribes.
The Four-Sword Blood Saint was the strongest among the Blood Saints, with sword qi flying around his body. His voice was cold and deep: "I always thought you were the least qualified to be a Realm Son, your talent far inferior to the other eight. But after fighting you several times, I have to admit you have the qualifications to be a Realm Son. That unyielding will of yours far surpasses other human Saints."
Huang Yanchen's gaze was cold, her expression unchanged. "So, you, the Tongtian Blood General, are a bit scared?"
"No, no. I'm just telling you that the reason you're still alive is that we want to capture you alive. Otherwise, you would have been killed long ago." The Four-Sword Blood Saint's aura was more than ten times stronger than Huang Yanchen's, and his tone carried a condescending air.
Huang Yanchen revealed a faint smile. "If you're not afraid, why hide so far away and send a bunch of blood slaves to the front?"
The faces of the Undying Blood Clan experts darkened.
The Chi Lei Blood Saint, who had reached the peak of the Tongtian Realm, roared, "With your Upper Realm Saint cultivation, I could crush you with just one finger. Tell me immediately where you got those talismans, or once you fall into my hands, I'll make you wish you were dead."
"Why waste words with her? Suppress her directly, suck her blood, refine her Saint Source and Saint Soul, and we'll naturally get all her memories."
A one-eyed middle-aged woman took out a tower-shaped Thousand-Mark Sacred Artifact and continuously poured Saint Qi into it.
The blood-red sacred tower slowly rotated, flew into the air, and grew to over three hundred meters tall. All twelve tower doors opened, and twelve blood rivers surged out from within, pressing down toward Huang Yanchen and Qing Mo.
Even the human cultivators standing hundreds of miles away could feel the Thousand Ripple Annihilation Force emanating from the blood-red sacred tower, turning the sky above them blood-red.
"The one attacking is definitely the Jingta Blood Saint. She's a super murderous maniac. To break through her realm and collect blood, she once slaughtered thirteen cities and over a hundred towns with just her tower, leaving no survivors wherever she went. The number of humans she has killed probably exceeds ten million."
"The Wujing Blood Tower in her hand is also a terrifying killing weapon. Once it breaks through a city's protective formation, it can directly absorb tens of thousands of humans into the tower and refine them into drops of blood."
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Seeing the Jingta Blood Saint appear, those human cultivators couldn't help but tremble. Some of them immediately retreated, not daring to stay any longer.
If they didn't flee now, once the Jingta Blood Saint finished off Huang Yanchen and happened to pass by, how could they survive?
Huang Yanchen activated the Realm Son Seal, unleashing a strand of Empress Chi Yao's hair left inside the seal. The imperial qi contained in the strand of hair caused the space to explode.
"Boom."
Just a strand of hair, but it grew to dozens of miles long, like a cyan divine blade, colliding with the Wujing Blood Tower.
"The Realm Son Seal is a treasure, but your cultivation is too low. Even if you can borrow a trace of Empress Chi Yao's power, you're still walking a dead end."
The Wujing Blood Tower grew even larger, like a mountain peak, pressing the Realm Son Seal downward.
The Jingta Blood Saint's cultivation far surpassed Huang Yanchen's, and Huang Yanchen was already severely injured. Even with the Realm Son Seal, she couldn't be a match.
Qing Mo saw that Huang Yanchen couldn't hold on much longer, so she took out the silver kitchen knife, mobilized the little Saint Qi she had left, and struck it at the Jingta Blood Saint.
"A Divine Relic Ancient Artifact in the hands of a little girl like you is a waste of resources. If it were in my hands, even a True Saint would have to fight tooth and nail." Besides the Four-Sword Blood Saint, another Tongtian Blood General who used a blade was also involved in besieging Huang Yanchen. This person belonged to the royal family of the Qitian Tribe, named Qi Zhenhuan, an uncle of Qi Sheng.
Qi Zhenhuan was very eager for the silver kitchen knife. Seeing Qing Mo throw it out, he moved sideways, blocking in front of the Jingta Blood Saint.
Those who could become Tongtian Blood Generals were terrifying figures capable of cross-realm combat. However, the gap between the Tongtian Realm and the True Realm was too large for them to cross-realm combat.
"Heaven and Earth Formless, Revolving World."
Between Qi Zhenhuan's hands, a blood-red light sphere manifested. Chaotic Saint Dao rules surged out from within, spinning rapidly to form an extremely vast vortex.
The silver kitchen knife collided with that vortex, gradually slowing down, and its power weakened.
Qing Mo's pale face suddenly changed. She felt her control over the silver kitchen knife weakening and tried to recall it.
But Qi Zhenhuan grabbed the handle of the silver kitchen knife first, a look of ecstasy on his face. He laughed, "A Divine Relic Ancient Artifact! I never thought I could obtain one. With it, even if I encounter a human True Saint, so what? Maybe, by unleashing its original power, I could even kill a True Saint."
"Whoosh—"
The silver kitchen knife trembled violently, emitting a deafening blade cry. Sharp blade qi radiated out, splitting Qi Zhenhuan's tiger's mouth.
The silver kitchen knife flew back into Qing Mo's hands.
"The artifact spirit of this Divine Relic Ancient Artifact is so powerful. It seems I'll have to kill its master to control it." Qi Zhenhuan's eyes revealed a sharp killing intent.
Qing Mo felt her strength completely drained. She looked down and saw over a hundred thousand blood slaves, like locusts, surrounding the Golden Bat Giant Python.
The Golden Bat Giant Python was indeed powerful, but a swarm of ants could kill a snake, especially since these blood slaves feared neither death nor poison.
The Golden Bat Giant Python's body was completely covered by blood slaves, unable to take flight. The wounded parts of its body were under the fiercest attacks, the wounds expanding, and the blood flowing from its body increasing.
It struggled continuously, letting out screams of agony.
Qing Mo looked toward Xianji Mountain and murmured to herself, "Young Master, do you know we're under siege? How long until you come to rescue us? This time, the Princess and I really can't hold on..."
"With your cultivation, it's a miracle you've lasted this long."
The Jingta Blood Saint let out a sinister laugh, controlling the massive blood tower to unleash even greater power, pressing down until it was right above Huang Yanchen's head.
With a bang, the Saint Sword in Huang Yanchen's hand could no longer withstand the power of the Wujing Blood Tower and broke into six pieces. One of the broken sword pieces flew past her cheek, cutting her delicate skin and leaving a bright red blood mark.
Huang Yanchen's willpower was astonishing. She didn't despair. With both hands, she held up the Realm Son Seal, continuing to resist the Wujing Blood Tower above.
How could she give up easily until the very last moment?
"Truly tenacious. That fighting spirit is quite similar to Zhang Ruochen's."
The Four-Sword Blood Saint narrowed his eyes, sensing something. He looked outside the city, a wary expression appearing on his face. "Such a powerful demonic aura."
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(There's another chapter, but it's late. I suggest you read it tomorrow morning.)
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