Chapter 820: Instant Annihilation of the Creation Realm

Thump, thump, thump!

Zhang Xing stepped upon the drifting clouds, standing in the void.

He secretly cast an illusion, making the outside world see him as if he were still speeding forward.

In reality.

He had already hooked his fingers onto the Ink Bow, drawing it into a half-moon, his sleeves fluttering in the gale, the force of his draw causing the surrounding void to tremble slightly.

He stared fixedly at Pang Hai and the others, just like a wild wolf.

Once these people appeared before Li Zhiyi, he would shoot them dead immediately.

"A divine artifact?!"

Seeing this scene, Chen Qi's expression turned cold; Zhang Xing's illusion could deceive those in the Creation Realm, but it could not deceive him, an eighth-rank Tribulation Light Realm expert.

The next instant, Chen Qi's lips moved, his voice transmitted secretly, driven by a secret technique.

But the next instant, a denser web of noisy sounds suddenly intercepted Chen Qi's voice.

Chen Qi's eyes turned sharp, and he looked at Xia Hanzhou instantly.

"You have to be a good sport," Xia Hanzhou said:

"You have Chen Youqing, an eighth-rank commander, on your side, so what does it matter if I have one more Zhang Wang on mine?

Let's not get involved, you and I."

Chen Qi narrowed his eyes:

"Ten Creation Realm experts—my Five Clans can afford to lose them!"

"Ha!"

Xia Hanzhou suddenly laughed aloud:

"As expected of the Great Elder of Chen Prefecture; in your eyes, the eighth-rank experts of the Five Clans are just like insects, to be sacrificed whenever you say so.

No wonder the armies of Ji Prefecture, Lu Prefecture, and Chi Prefecture were always sent to their deaths by you."

Xia Hanzhou's voice, driven by his blood essence, resounded across the entire battle line:

"So that's it, you don't care at all!"

Across the entire battle line, the Five Clans' army, still charging, looked up toward the high heavens, but the next moment they were plunged back into the slaughter.

Chen Qi's cheeks tightened abruptly, coldness gathering in the furrows of his face, and he let out a cold snort:

"Gasping for your final breaths!"

Xia Hanzhou waved his hand:

"It is merely a matter of accumulation."

Chen Qi sneered, looked toward where Li Zhiyi was, and then glanced at Chen Youqing, who was sealed by the rules; his mood was somewhat soured.

But he did not care.

Even if Pang Hai's ten Creation Realm experts were sniped, so what?

Among these ten people, there were no warriors from Chen Prefecture; this was the most critical point.

Everyone Chen Youqing sent to obstruct Li Zhiyi was not a warrior from Chen Prefecture.

Moreover, there was one core issue to the whole affair.

That is, the Blood Brand hilt was in Chen Youqing's hands.

Regardless of the final outcome of the Blood Brand, as long as the hilt was in Chen Youqing's hands, the beneficiary could only be Chen Prefecture.

Thinking of this, Chen Qi's expression became calm as he looked at Xia Hanzhou.

He had long since discovered that Xia Hanzhou held special feelings for that Li Zhiyi.

If not for this, it would have been impossible for Xia Hanzhou to launch an all-out war and let Shen Yiwei and the others go to save Li Zhiyi.

It is just a pity…

This person must die.

As for Xia Hanzhou, all his perception had been on Li Zhiyi the entire time.

Watching that battered body standing there holding the blade, his heart trembled.

…………

Li Zhiyi felt the surging killing intent within the Blood Brand and cast his gaze toward the approaching Ji Prefecture army.

Unlike before, the momentum of these Ji Prefecture troops had completely changed.

"It is not about right or wrong, only life and death; in that case..."

He cast 【Will Bestowed Upon My Body】, the power of his will flowing into every corner of his physical body.

His body was stimulated, and blood-red killing intent gradually surged up from him, like a blood beast standing on the vast earth.

"Very good!"

He could not achieve true justice; his path required paving with endless corpses.

Yet, at this very moment.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!

Figures suddenly appeared beside Li Zhiyi; Pang Hai and the other nine appeared, carrying powerful pressure.

They looked at Li Zhiyi as if looking at a clown in an octagon cage, and their appearance was the end of this farce.

Boom!

Behind Li Zhiyi, a blood shadow appeared; it was Chen Min, who had erupted with the last of his physical strength to charge toward Pang Hai.

Pang Hai frowned, looking at Chen Min, whose eyes were filled with determination, feeling conflicted in his heart.

Chen Min...

This was a monster, a powerful genius of the path of will.

Pang Hai, he was merely a Creation Realm rogue cultivator; in the past, even if he were in the same realm as Chen Min, he would have felt inferior.

But now, this Chen Min had already lost all his power, and even the strike he unleashed using every ounce of his strength...

"Is also very feeble."

Pang Hai reached out with one hand and, with a *bang*, clamped his hand around Chen Min's neck.

Chen Min gritted his teeth, yet he could not struggle; he had lost all his power.

The next instant.

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! *

Chi Fang and the remaining nine Creation Realm experts flew toward Li Zhiyi, simultaneously unleashing their techniques.

In a flash.

*Boom, boom, boom! *

There were golden chains of Qi and blood clattering and ringing, earth and stone surging into a prison to envelop Li Zhiyi, Qi and blood martial arts condensing into a water prison to trap Li Zhiyi's consciousness, and freezing ice appearing from all directions, stabbing toward Li Zhiyi.

Li Zhiyi was not scary, but what these Creation Realm experts feared was the Blood Brand in Li Zhiyi's hand.

A long thorn burning with black flames appeared in Chi Fang's hand, and she thrust it toward Li Zhiyi.

It was originally aimed at Li Zhiyi's chest, but at a single thought from Chi Fang, the black-flamed long thorn was aimed at Li Zhiyi's forehead.

In her mind, she envisioned the many injustices Chi Province had suffered since the establishment of the Alliance Army.

She remembered that even someone as powerful as the Chi Lord could only take orders from the Chen Lord.

Endless resentment exploded in the depths of her heart.

Thinking of how the Five Clans had orchestrated this, clearly able to eliminate Li Zhiyi early on, yet like raising a venomous insect, they let Li Zhiyi slaughter the Five Clans' soldiers to accumulate killing intent for the Blood Brand.

Even the dullest person could vaguely guess that from the very beginning, Chen Province had calculated everything.

When the Blood Brand was born, the most likely beneficiary would still be Chen Province.

Why?

Was her Chi Province one of the Five Clans, or was it a subordinate of Chen Province?

Her Chi Province must absolutely not repeat the mistakes of Ji Province!

For this, someone needed to stand up!

She wanted Li Zhiyi to die!

She wanted to break the future of the Blood Brand's birth, even if she had to go before the Five Clans' Divine Court, even if she had to suffer punishment.

She did not care!

She did not care whether Li Zhiyi lived or died; what she wanted was for Chen Province's scheme to fail!

In an instant, a change occurred!

"Chi Fang!"

Chen Youqing shattered the rule barrier and roared, urgency finally present in his voice.

"Insect!"

Chi Fang looked at Li Zhiyi, endless disgust appearing in the depths of her eyes:

"Die for me!"

She looked at Li Zhiyi as if looking at a joke.

This idiot, he probably wouldn't even know he had been fooled until he died.

Pitiful!

Pitiful, and he damn well deserves to die!

Yet, at this very moment.

A streak of rainbow light suddenly struck.

*Rumble! *

A silver arrow left the string like a meteor piercing the sky, the tip of the arrow condensed with dazzling golden light, the void trembling wherever it passed!

Out of the corner of her eye, Chi Fang instantly saw that blinding light; she stopped abruptly, her mouth wide open, filled with endless terror.

Dodge!

Dodge!

I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!!!

At this instant, Pang Hai and the others also widened their eyes, staring fixedly at the direction from which the arrow light came.

They saw Zhang Xing standing in the distance, the Heaven-Splitting Sun-Shooting Bow appearing in his hand.

With a cold sneer, he drew the bow into a full moon once again.

The next instant, Zhang Xing's expression paused.

*Clatter! *

A blood-colored blade glow swept across Chi Fang's neck the instant before the long arrow struck her.

This woman, who had been desperately dodging the incoming arrow, had not dodged the blade that was right in front of her.

The youth in blood-stained clothes looked toward where Zhang Xing was with cold, indifferent eyes:

"This is my prey."

Zhang Xing's eyes slowly widened, staring fixedly at Li Zhiyi, his lips pressed tightly together, and the next moment he sneered:

"Interesting!"

As if he had seen an interesting plaything, he slowly lowered the fully drawn longbow, wearing a playful smile.

"You!"

Pang Hai and the others were instantly shocked, looking at Li Zhiyi in utter astonishment.

The next instant.

Li Zhiyi was bathed in blood, the blade of the Blood Brand in his hand trembling.

As he violently twisted the hilt, a waterfall of blood-colored blade light poured out, instantly shredding the gold and iron chains wrapped around his body.

With a horizontal slash of the blade, the earth and stone cage exploded with a boom, and the flying debris was ground into powder by the blood-colored blade Qi before it could even hit the ground.

"Damn it, he still has strength!"

A white-haired Creation Realm cultivator roared, unleashing their Qi and blood, which transformed into surging ice spikes that instantly pressed down toward Li Zhiyi.

The blade momentum in Li Zhiyi's hand suddenly swept upward, slicing all nine ice prisms piercing toward him in one go.

Before the broken blades could fall, his figure had already closed in on the white-haired Creation Realm cultivator like a ghost.

"You!" the white-haired Creation Realm cultivator shrieked, but the long blade in Li Zhiyi's hand had already slashed diagonally from bottom to top.

*Swish. *

The white-haired Creation Realm cultivator's head was sliced into two halves from bottom to top.

"Damn it!"

A short-haired burly man woke up in an instant, roaring as he slashed a blade down at Li Zhiyi's back.

Li Zhiyi did not turn around; the Blood Brand long blade, which had slashed upward, was dragged back in a reverse-hand sweep.

*Swish! *

The moment the extremely sharp blade edge touched the burly man's long blade, the latter was sliced open as if it were tofu.

"Blood Brand!" The burly man opened his mouth wide, and as the blood-colored light swept past, his physical body was severed into two pieces.

Pang Hai's pupils shrank, and he threw Chen Min aside and retreated violently.

Yet he saw Li Zhiyi kick off the ground and soar into the air, the Blood Brand spinning a scarlet arc in his palm, and four blade Qi strikes in the shape of a quadruple-folded swastika shredded outward.

【Swastika-Evolution Dragon Kill】!

A spear technique created by Chen Yan, now modified and transformed by Li Zhiyi, unleashed using the Blood Brand.

It was extremely rough, yet carried a sense of invincibility.

*Swish! *

This folded quadruple swastika blade light slashed out instantly with endless sharpness.

Pang Hai's figure flickered, hiding behind the remaining few Creation Realm cultivators.

"Block it!"

The three Creation Realm cultivators could not care about Pang Hai, who was using them as shields; at this moment, they frantically drove their Qi and blood to manifest shield lights.

*Boom, boom, boom! *

Thirteen scarlet Qi and blood gates stood between heaven and earth, blocking Pang Hai and the others behind them.

Pang Hai had just let out a sigh of relief when he heard sounds like paper being torn apart ringing out.

His eyes widened.

He saw the last layer of the Qi and blood gate in front of him shattered by the blood-colored blade light.

*Puchi, puchi! *

Before him, the three Creation Realm cultivators' bodies stiffened.

The next moment.

*Puff! *

Severed limbs mixed with internal organs splashed into mid-air, and Pang Hai watched helplessly as the three Creation Realm cultivators in front of him burst apart like stacked chunks of meat.

"This!"

Pang Hai opened his mouth wide, his pupils suddenly shrinking to pinpricks, his face turning as pale as paper in an instant, his lips trembling, unable to utter a complete syllable.

"What is this!"

He roared, his heart and gallbladder already shattered.

Blood Brand, why is it so powerful?

Why?

A constant roaring echoed in his mind.

At this moment, it was not just him.

Even the gold-armored man surrounding Li Zhiyi and the tens of thousands of Jizhou Army troops saw the blood drain from their faces.

Even though the tens of thousands of Jizhou Army troops had just been filled with courage and determination under the gold-armored man's impassioned words.

But at this moment, watching Li Zhiyi slaughter Creation Realm cultivators like pigs and dogs, the anger that had just ignited within them instantly dissipated.

Even Chen Youqing's eyes were filled with endless astonishment, her vermilion lips parted slightly, unable to speak.

Because, what was being displayed as powerful at this moment was not just the Blood Brand.

It was also the true essence of martial arts displayed by Li Zhiyi.

Every movement, even every breath and the rhythm of his muscles, was filled with the aesthetic of the Martial Dao.

It was not perfect, but it was breathtaking.

This was the perfect Martial Dao true essence that Chen Yan had learned from the Ancient War Records!

No moves, yet better than moves.

No patterns, yet better than patterns.

And at this moment, what Li Zhiyi revealed was merely the tip of the iceberg.

Pang Hai retreated repeatedly, but the next moment, it was as if he saw a blood beast approaching.

Li Zhiyi had already stepped on waves of blood and arrived in front of Pang Hai.

In an instant, Pang Hai felt it was difficult to breathe, and he had completely forgotten all the moves in his mind.

"I..."

He dodged while shouting:

"I am a Great Xia person, I want to rejoin..."

He had no time to finish shouting.

Li Zhi's blade changed direction three times in succession, first hacking at his shoulder to force out a flaw in Pang Hai's defense, then sweeping horizontally across his throat to force Pang Hai to tilt his head back to dodge.

Until the next instant.

Swish!

The blood-colored blade tip, like a viper flicking its tongue, pierced from Pang Hai's jaw into the top of his skull.

Pang Hai stiffened for a moment, his eyes instantly oozing blood, and red and yellow matter sprayed from the top of his head where the blade tip had pierced through.