Chapter 782: The Dispute of the Blood-Brand, News of Chen Yan

"Do you think it's that easy to escape?"

Deep within the mountains, Li Zhiyi narrowed his eyes, his Willpower pouring into the Blood-Brand Longblade like a river of molten gold.

If not for the birth of Willpower, perhaps the profound mysteries of the Blood-Brand would be understood by no one.

After the birth of Willpower, the Blood-Brand—this seemingly profound fifth-greatest divine artifact under heaven—gradually had its mysterious veil lifted by Li Zhiyi.

Those who wield the Blood-Brand will continuously kill, condensing a substantial killing intent; this killing intent is the nourishment for the Blood-Brand, and also its whetstone.

Until a certain moment, the Blood-Brand will emerge into the world, and the person wielding it will also be continuously influenced by the Blood-Brand, eventually turning into a Blood Beast, becoming the final and purest bit of nourishment before the Blood-Brand's emergence.

"I don't see a divine artifact at all; this is clearly a demonic blade."

Li Zhiyi spoke in a cold voice.

If not for his powerful will, an ordinary person—like Ji Tianhe, who held the Blood-Brand for not long—would have been completely controlled by the Blood-Brand without even realizing it.

And it was just after Li Zhiyi's voice fell.

"Audacious!"

A hoarse, grand voice filled with fury exploded within Li Zhiyi's consciousness.

Li Zhiyi's body shook; this voice originated from within the Blood-Brand.

And at this very instant.

Li Zhiyi's consciousness suddenly arrived within another world.

Blood-red!

Between heaven and earth, endless blood-red.

The world was splashed with congealed dark red, and the broken walls were soaked with viscous blood stains.

A middle-aged man stood in the center, his blood robe flowing with blood-patterns that moved like living creatures, his pupils burning with blood-fire, every wisp of his aura twisting with the killing intent of rust.

When his eyes looked toward Li Zhiyi, that killing intent, which seemed to have frozen for ten thousand years, instantly invaded the depths of Li Zhiyi's consciousness.

"Ignorant junior, you dare to pry into this Venerable One's mysteries? I originally gave you a chance to wield the divine artifact, never thinking you would be so foolish!"

Li Zhiyi's expression turned ugly:

"Sure enough, the Blood-Brand is not normal.

Who are you?"

The blood-robed man coldly barked:

"You are not yet worthy to know my identity."

The next instant, he waved one hand, his blood-colored sleeves billowing.

A surge of blood-evil aura instantly assaulted Li Zhiyi's body.

"Damn it!"

Li Zhiyi only felt a wave of dizziness wash over him; he was about to fall unconscious, but now that his consciousness had been transported to this strange place, Li Zhiyi was unwilling to fall asleep at all.

Bang!

Li Zhiyi used his left hand to exert force, snapping his own right hand; the pain that followed actually allowed him to resist this urge to fall asleep.

"Hmm?"

The blood-robed man uttered in surprise, but the next instant his expression became even colder, and he waved his sleeve again.

With a boom.

A streak of blood-light swept across Li Zhiyi, completely causing Li Zhiyi to faint.

"No matter how tough a bug is, it is still just a bug."

The blood-robed man coldly snorted:

"I thought you were a more suitable Blood-Parasite than Ji Tianhe, never expected you would dare to commit treason!"

The fury in the depths of his eyes rose; for how many years had it been that a Blood-Parasite dared to pry into the Blood-Brand's true self?

At this moment, he struck directly, knocking Li Zhiyi's consciousness unconscious, intending to control the Blood-Brand to fly toward Chen Min.

As for Li Zhiyi, he would not kill him.

The matter of the Blood-Brand slaying its master had always happened, but it never happened so blatantly.

Every time the Blood-Brand slew its master, there were high-ranking members of the Chen Clan present to cover it up.

And it was just at this time.

The blood-robed man frowned, because he felt Li Zhiyi's consciousness was about to wake up again.

"What kind of freak is this?"

He cursed under his breath, just about to strike again, when his pupils shrank.

For he saw.

A wisp of golden light emerged from Li Zhiyi's body, gradually drifting out and transforming into a blurry human figure.

"You..."

The blood-robed man's eyes widened, and he roared:

"Who are you? I was wondering why this brat was so strange; so it turns out he was schemed against by someone.

No!"

The blood-robed man narrowed his eyes:

"This brat is just a chess piece; he is merely bait you used to lure me out!"

Above Li Zhiyi, the golden light flame condensed into a blurry human figure, full of divinity, dreamlike and illusory.

"Blood-Brand."

A cold, indifferent voice sounded, instantly transforming into waves of invisible energy that shook the blood-robed man's body.

In an instant, the blood-robed man's body trembled, his brain aching as if he were being stared at by the Nine Heavens Holy Lord, and he uncontrollably knelt down.

"You...!!!"

The man in the blood robe roared, his eyes splitting with rage; clearly, he had never suffered such humiliation, yet facing the pressure from the man in golden light, he could not resist at all.

"It is merely a tool from an old era; if he wishes to imitate it, you should just let him imitate it.

Why must you call it a bug at every turn?"

The man in golden light—or to be precise, a wisp of Chen Yan's consciousness—floated over slowly:

"If he is a bug, then what are you?"

Chen Yan's voice was calm; he had not intended to appear.

But Li Zhiyi and he were originally one; since Li Zhiyi had encountered a situation and the Blood Brand was trying to escape, Chen Yan had no choice but to control this portion of his Will Divine Body to descend with a part of his own consciousness.

Meanwhile, the man in the blood robe was already prostrate on the bloody ground, his whole body trembling, unable to lift his head.

"You... what are you going to do?"

The man in the blood robe roared.

Chen Yan remained silent, slowly extending his palm as wisps of will energy descended.

Within the Blood Brand, there was actually a wisp of an ancient divine soul.

This was perhaps some ancestor of the Chen Prefecture, but now it was merely an artifact soul, not worth fearing.

It was fundamentally unable to resist Chen Yan's suppression.

Chen Yan did not care what the other party's identity was; what he valued was the Blood Brand itself.

"I want you to release the restriction and let him imitate it, and also..."

Chen Yan paused, casting 【Royal Decay - Holy Will Bewilderment】 to begin altering the man in the blood robe's cognition:

"Forget what just happened."

The next instant.

Clatter!

It was as if nothing had happened at all.

Inside the deep forest, Li Zhiyi opened his eyes and looked at the Blood Brand in his hand; at this moment, the Blood Brand seemed to no longer resist, as if it had completely submitted.

But Li Zhiyi could feel a strange movement; the thought of the Blood Brand wanting to break free had always existed, and its current submission was actually just a pretense.

"The more I look at it, the more it looks like an ancient divine beast in the form of a blade..."

Li Zhiyi murmured, gripping the Blood Brand with one hand, while his other hand had blood light drifting about, condensing into a blade of will.

However, this was different from the blade Li Zhiyi had simulated earlier.

The blood-colored blade of will was covered in blood patterns, extremely similar to the Blood Brand.

At this moment, Li Zhiyi's brilliance was restrained, his mind unified, and he fell into a state similar to Dao-enlightenment.

Dao-enlightenment, while seemingly profound, is actually extremely common.

It is just that ordinary people find it difficult to fully enter a state of focus, which is why they view Dao-enlightenment as the most precious martial arts opportunity.

As for the matters beneath the Green Mountain, Li Zhiyi would not concern himself with them.

If he went down the mountain at this moment, he would be completely targeted by the Five Clans' soldiers, which would instead put him at a disadvantage and give the Five Clans a chance to arrest him.

On the contrary, by staying on the mountain, even if the Great Xia side lost, he would still have the opportunity to maneuver against the Five Clans.

Moreover, mastering the mysteries of the Blood Brand was the most precious thing for Li Zhiyi right now.

Meanwhile.

At the foot of the Green Mountain, there were piles of severed limbs and broken bodies.

The sounds of battle cries were intertwined.

"Cover the Ten-Thousand-Man Commander!"

"Cover him!"

Roars rang out one after another; the Five Clans and the Great Xia military guards were locked in a desperate struggle, completely disregarding their own lives.

Chen Min held an ink sword, slaughtering the Five Clans' military guards flying toward him like he was chopping melons and vegetables.

"Get lost, all of you!"

Chen Min roared, covered in blood.

Boom!

A purple laser shot from afar, instantly piercing through Chen Min's neck.

Chen Min's body was still falling from high altitude when, in the next instant, golden-red immortal will emerged from the wound on his neck, beginning to repair it.

His eyes, which had rolled back, instantly returned to normal; looking at the Five Clans' army approaching from the distance, Chen Min grinned hideously:

"Block me? Can you block me?!"

He sneered, acting like a mad demon, and pushed forward toward the Green Mountain.

"Whoever intercepts Chen Min, regardless of life or death, their family shall have no worries, and they shall be considered a hero of the Five Clans!"

A mighty voice resounded from above the clouds, traveling across the vast expanse and exploding in everyone's ears.

In an instant, because Chen Zhidong had died, the Five Clans' vanguard soldiers, whose morale had been low, were all as if injected with stimulants, throwing their lives away to kill Chen Min.

Even though they were but ants that Chen Min could crush with a flick of his finger, they were willing to pay with their lives to stop him.

"Hahahaha!!!"

Chen Min tilted his head and opened his mouth, biting into the head of a Five Clans soldier flying toward him, brains splattering everywhere.

"Come, all of you, come!"

His eyes were red with bloodlust, his killing intent violently wild; he was truly a humanoid beast.

Whispers emerged in his mind.

They were blurry and jumbled, making the content difficult to distinguish.

But Chen Min knew that this was the Blood Brand summoning him.

Chen Min was not a stubborn person; even though he had always been a martial artist who used a long sword, the Blood Brand was a long saber, which did not align with his martial Dao.

But the Blood Brand was, after all, the fifth greatest divine artifact in the world; how could he refuse it?

Looking toward the long Green Mountain, Chen Min stood in the firmament and shouted aloud: "Li..."

He paused and looked at his subordinates below:

"What is his name? Li what?"

"Li Zhiyi!" a blood-bathed soldier spoke up.

Golden light erupted from Chen Min's entire body:

"Li Zhiyi, you had better hide well and hold onto the Blood Brand. If anything happens to the Blood Brand, I will hold you accountable!!!"

His voice was vast and mighty, continuing to stretch onward; it would certainly be heard by anyone within Green Mountain.

Li Zhiyi was hiding in Green Mountain, and Chen Min also wanted the other to hide in Green Mountain.

If Li Zhiyi came out, it would only cause trouble.

He gripped the long sword in his hand tightly, looked at the army slaughtering below, and roared wildly toward the sky:

"Chen Yan!"

"The life I owe you, I will repay with my entire life!"

His eyes turned red, and he became even more insane.

He had once been ordered to be exterminated by Chen Changyuan; at that moment, it was Bing Yi who saved him.

That night, he knelt before Bing Yi and spoke the words that he would repay the kindness.

Later, he gradually understood that Bing Yi was Chen Yan.

But Chen Yan was dead.

Dead!

After that night, he became even more insane.

"Chen Yan's future has not been extinguished; Chen Yan's path, I will walk!"

He roared aloud:

"In this towering Great Xia, I, Chen Min, shall stand while holding the tripod!"

He was powerful, a heaven-gifted genius, and even more so, a death-defying slaughtering warrior.

But he also needed assistance.

The Blood Brand was that assistance!

At this moment, his desire for the Blood Brand reached an unprecedented level.

At this moment!

The high-level members of the Five Clans had already begun a meeting.

"We absolutely cannot let the Blood Brand fall into Chen Min's hands!"

"Li Zhiyi is easy to control, but Chen Min is uncontrollable!"

"Crush Chen Min; the master of the Blood Brand can only be Li Zhiyi!"

All the high-level members of the Five Clans reached a unanimous decision, which was that the Five Clans' army must stop Chen Min no matter what.

The Blood Brand would choose its person; the Five Clans could accept the Blood Brand choosing an unknown person like Li Zhiyi.

But they would never allow the Blood Brand to fall into Chen Min's hands.

And at this moment.

At the border between Qin Province and Yun Province, one flying warship after another took off.

"Aid Green Mountain!!!"

"Aid Chen Min!"

Luo Puxin sat within the base camp; inside the entire camp tent, there were quite a few acquaintances.

The brothers Zong Huang and Zong Heng, Shen Yiwei, and Secretary Xia Chiyi of Xia Hanzhou were all within it.

"The Blood Brand has chosen Chen Min; this is the best news."

Xia Chiyi spoke, looking at the others.

However, within the entire camp tent, the others were all lacking in interest.

Xia Chiyi sighed in his heart and said:

"On the side of the Five Clans, they have also dispatched the Third Army of Chi Province, and on our side,"

"Jidao Wu and Xi Congyun have led the Tiger-Dragon Battalion and have also rushed toward Green Mountain; they are determined to help Chen Min bring that Blood Brand back."

Shen Yiwei nodded:

"Then let it be done."

As he spoke, he stood up.

Xia Chiyi was startled:

"Although you are an artificial Rank 8, the Five Clans side also defaults to you being Rank 8."

"I am also going to Green Mountain, but I will not participate in the battle." Shen Yiwei spoke, then walked directly out of the camp tent.

Outside the camp tent, one person was already waiting, dressed in white; it was Zhang Ting.

"Did you see clearly?" Shen Yiwei looked at Zhang Ting and said.

"There will be no mistake," Zhang Ting said:

"The one who blew up Chen Zhidong was indeed Chen Yan's lightning-sphere creature; I have already notified King Xiayue about this matter."

Shen Yiwei nodded:

"As for Princess Chen Yu, keep it from her for now; just let her cultivate well in Jin Province."

Zhang Ting was stunned.

Shen Yiwei frowned:

"Did you notify her?"

"It wasn't me who notified her," Zhang Ting said helplessly:

"My intelligence was intercepted; King Xiayue investigated, and the one who intercepted the intelligence was Chen Yu."

Intelligence regarding Chen Yan is all top secret, and Chen Yu has always paid attention to intelligence of this level."