Chapter 155: Slaughtering to the Last with Overwhelming Force; A Sudden Sound Echoes Back

Within the vast and boundless Blood River, a pillar of blood-colored light suddenly surged, shooting straight upward with a heaven-piercing momentum.

Afterward, the blood halo dispersed to reveal a strange beast, several dozen zhang in length, shaped like an ox. Its green eyes shone with brilliance, and as its dense scales shivered, it emitted a sound like the crying of a small child, which was extremely terrifying.

Astride the strange beast sat a person who appeared to be a youth; he was draped in blood-colored robes and held a blood-colored Demon blade in his hand.

His brows were long and narrow, there were faint tattoos on his cheeks, and on his forehead grew three eyes, pale and devoid of pupils, interlaced with eerie light.

All five eyes were blood-red, gazing at Fang Longye, filled with violence, savagery, and slaughter.

A chilling murderous intent condensed into substance, rushing out like the roar of a dragon or the howl of a tiger.

The intensity of his aura was unparalleled.

At a glance, he was clearly an expert among those in the Golden Immortal Realm.

"A tiny True Immortal worm, yet you do not flee upon seeing my Ashura army of the Blood Sea? How truly arrogant~"

Seeing Fang Longye's demeanor, he immediately laughed in anger.

Without even rising, he merely swayed his body and channeled his divine ability; in an instant, ten thousand rays of blood light erupted.

Looking closely, these rays of blood light were condensed to the thickness of a finger, bound into a single line, shooting straight upward at a speed that was inconceivable.

It was as if they had reached their target the moment they appeared.

As the blood light reached Fang Longye, he did not dodge or evade, treating it as nothing.

This Ashura commander gave a ferocious smile.

Not to mention the formidable penetrating power of this divine ability, it also contained the power of corrosion and the demonic intent of slaughter.

Even an ordinary Golden Immortal, if struck by a single hit, would inevitably have their form and spirit destroyed, unable to escape the disaster of death.

Who would have known.

Crackle, pop—

The blood light struck Fang Longye's body, but after being blocked by both his protective Spirit Treasure and his physical body, it was completely ineffective, causing not the slightest damage, only producing a sound like popping beans.

"What?"

This Golden Immortal-level Ashura, having seen Fang Longye not dodge or evade, had been mocking him in his heart, but upon seeing him completely unscathed, he was instantly dumbfounded.

A mere True Immortal, capable of such formidable strength? "Kill!"

Fang Longye did not care about all that; it was best to strike a lethal blow while the other was being overconfident.

Otherwise, once the other reacted, with the Demonic path's strange treasure, the stele, nearby, he dared not gamble with a Demonic cultivator over the speed of controlling such a strange treasure.

He shook his figure, and auspicious clouds sprouted above his head; various Spirit Treasures appeared, the Cai Xian Sword wandered restlessly by his side, and with a flick of the Panlong Spear in his hand, he charged straight at him.

"Hmph!"

"Seeking death!"

This Ashura commander was incensed; born from the Ashura of the Blood Sea, they possessed an innate violence, and even though he had attained the Golden Immortal Realm, he still had not escaped that influence within his Bloodline.

Being hot-tempered and fond of killing was nothing out of the ordinary for an Ashura.

He immediately urged his mount forward, brandishing the weapon in his hand, and charged to meet Fang Longye.

Even with the precedent of Fang Longye blocking his divine ability earlier, he only felt that he had been a bit overconfident.

He did not believe for a second that Fang Longye could have the ability to rival him.

Halos intertwined, layers of murderous intent surged, and the two exchanged dozens of blows in an instant.

"Heh~" Having figured out the bottom line of this Ashura commander, Fang Longye let out a cold laugh.

Immediately, strange patterns appeared in the void around him, overlapping and undulating.

Yin and Yang intertwined, the Five Elements nourished, and the Eight Trigrams returned to their positions, evolving into a phantom of the world; the sun rose and the moon fell, the vastness of mountains and rivers, along with Immortals, Buddhist, demons, ghosts, and so on and so forth.

Suppressing everything.

Clang—

Fang Longye gripped the Cai Xian Sword, fast as a thunderbolt, inconceivable in speed; a five-colored sword light slashed across, cutting this Golden Immortal-level Ashura commander in two.

Only a scream was heard, mournful and shrill, like the cry of an ape in a high mountain valley, spreading far and wide, causing sound waves to ripple in all directions, appearing and disappearing.

This Golden Immortal Realm Ashura commander was split into two, his mouth emitting cries.

Hearing it, one's scalp would go numb.

After all, he was an Ashura of the Golden Immortal Realm; even if Fang Longye's attack was already comparable to a Dao Injury, he would not die on the spot like an ordinary person just from being split in two.

Amidst the screams of this Ashura commander, fine, dense blood-light emerged upon the wound, bright and dark, clear and obscure, seemingly round yet not round, flat yet not flat, colliding with one another, and amidst the sparse and dense patterns, he began to recover.

In the blink of an eye, he was about to recover as before.

Hmph! "How could it be that simple?"

Fang Longye let out a cold snort; his own attainments in physical cultivation were deeper than anyone could imagine, he simply did not usually reveal them.

How could he not have anticipated this situation?

He immediately channeled the 'Refining Immortal Pot' and took him inside.

After a series of clanging immortal music rang out, from within this small bronze pot, the Refining Immortal Pot, emerged a crimson pill suffused with five colors.

Fang Longye swallowed it in one gulp.

A sense of comfort.

"The leader is dealt with. It is time to deal with the cannon fodder!" Fang Longye raised his head to look at the vast and mighty Blood River before him.

No!

Fang Longye gazed at the Blood River before him, which stretched out into the gloom, cold and silent, his thoughts turning.

A commander had fallen, how could there be no movement at all? The thought had just arisen when, above the Blood River, blood-colored lightning suddenly erupted, from top to bottom, a sheet of blood light illuminating all directions.

Clusters of light flickered on and off.

The Blood River surged, its waves crimson.

Cold and eerie light spilled out from bottom to top.

A lotus flower, crimson as blood, emerged, its brilliance burning bright.

Accompanied by an Aura of slaughter and ferocity, it bloomed open.

From within it stepped a figure; it was precisely that Asura commander whom he had beheaded and refined.

"Blood Rebirth?"

Fang Longye muttered, knitting his brows.

However, he was not astonished that this Asura commander possessed the ability of Blood Rebirth.

This was an ability he himself could achieve, let alone the Asura Clan, who originated from the Blood Sea.

They were the ones naturally gifted in this path.

What astonished him was that the refining of the 'Refining Immortal Pot' involved karmic entanglements and struck directly at the True Spirit.

Relying solely on the ability of Blood Rebirth, a Golden Immortal, logically speaking, should have had no chance of resurrection.

Divine light shone in his eyes as he activated the 'Insight Through Walls' divine ability, peering through the false and the real.

"So that's how it is!"

Fang Longye's brows unfurled as he grasped the reason.

It turned out that this Blood River before him was exerting its miraculous power, isolating everything and shielding the karmic effects of the 'Refining Immortal Pot'.

It had preserved the True Spirit that this Asura commander had entrusted within a single drop of his own essence blood.

Only then was he able to achieve Blood Rebirth.

"Ashura God-Killing Array! Rise!"

Blood Rebirth only meant escaping the calamity of death; the strength lost would not be restored.

After reviving and stepping out from the blood lotus, this Asura commander immediately ordered his subordinates to form an array to resist Fang Longye.

As for himself, various strange, crooked, tree-branch-like tentacles sprouted from his entire body.

Bathed in the blood-colored light, they had half-open, half-closed eyes on them, looking somewhat terrifying. The tentacles grew incessantly, with suction cups at their tips, in myriad indescribable forms. They reached deep into the Blood River, absorbing mysterious substances and rapidly restoring the Asura commander's strength.

In his impatience, he even pressed them directly onto the bodies of some subordinates who were severely wounded and dying from the previous battle.

He treated these fellow clansmen, who were already useless in his eyes, as resources to restore himself.

Fang Longye, unhurried, brought Qingli and Ao Ying to the space above the Blood River.

He saw that the numerous Asuras had actually arranged themselves in an orderly formation, combining to form a great array teeming with baleful energy.

The astonishing chains were more than a thousand feet long; looking closely, they were actually densely packed, interlocking seal scripts, appearing as if paved with dragon scales.

They were layered and intertwined.

Countless chains, each as thick as three or four people, had one end spread out, connecting simultaneously to hundreds or thousands of Asuras, while the other end plunged directly into the crimson Blood River.

Through the Blood River, all the Asuras were linked together, forming the Ashura God-Killing Array that the Asura commander had spoken of.

Ferocious and destructive.

Both offensive and defensive, combining hardness with softness.

A thick, inseparable blood-colored mist permeated the area, making it impossible to see the figures of the Asuras forming the array; there was only the surging Blood River, whipping up waves that reached the sky.

Faintly, an inexplicable chanting arose, sounding like the tide.

A sharp intent of slaughter was brewing.

Judging solely by its power, it was difficult for a Golden Immortal to enter. With the strange Blood River protecting it, it was as solid as a golden fortress.

"Heh~ Do you really think this can stop me?" Ferocity surged in Fang Longye's eyes.

He turned around and said to Qingli and Ao Ying, "Besides that Asura commander just now, there are four others who have just entered the Golden Immortal realm. Later, you two each find a target to hone your skills, and leave the rest to me."

"Very well~"

The two women, Qingli, naturally obeyed.

"Break!"

Fang Longye channeled the many Spirit Treasures on his person and unleashed various divine abilities, gathering them all together.

Enduring the sensation of his right index finger nearly bursting, he pointed it toward the Blood River.

Brilliant divine light erupted.

There was no sound.

All was silent.

Yet everything in its path was utterly annihilated.

It was like a hot knife through butter.

In an instant, the array collapsed.

Countless ordinary Asuras suffered the backlash, perishing instantly and turning into blood that flowed into the Blood River.

Only the Blood River rippled for a moment before returning to normal.

Aside from the four Golden Immortals who had quickly withdrawn with sharp eyes and fast hands and remained unaffected, the remaining Asuras were basically all severely wounded.

The three of them, Fang Longye, immediately charged into the Blood River.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

The one engaging Qingli was an Asura woman with a tall figure, draped in battle armor with densely flowing patterns.

It only protected her vital parts; her chin was sharp, like an awl, and her jade face was heavily made up, possessing an indescribable charm.

Seeing Qingli attack, the colored ribbon at the Asura woman's waist flew up naturally, with a sharp blade tied to the end, heading straight for Qingli's eyes, accurate and ruthless.

"Watch the blade!"

As for Ao Ying, while she often appeared delicate and beautiful in front of Fang Longye, she actually followed a path of overwhelming others with sheer force.

She shook her body, transforming to a thousand feet tall, and the divine blade in her hand likewise surged in size, slashing down toward her opponent.

The force was heavy and unstoppable.

"Base slave, how bold!"

The opponent Ao Ying had sought out was no pushover; it also transformed to a height of a thousand zhang, with bone spurs like swords on its back, standing grimly and unafraid, meeting force with force.

Boom—

The two collided, splashing up astonishing giant waves within the Blood River.

Fang Longye looked at the remaining Ashura above the Blood River, casually pinching to death the two Golden Immortals who had come to kill him, refining them into pills.

Glancing at the remaining members of the Ashura clan above the Blood Sea, he licked his lips.

"I have been muddled. Come to think of it, these many Ashura, using them to practice the 'Heavenly Demon Slaughtering God Art', seems quite beneficial!"

As his voice fell, the seven-colored halo behind him suddenly surged, and a phantom of a divine dragon reached out, its head as large as a mountain.

It opened its blood-red maw, producing boundless suction, swallowing the surrounding Ashura in one gulp.

This one gulp, at the very least, reduced the number of Ashura on the surface of the Blood River by no less than one hundred thousand.

Qingli, who had always been paying attention to her young master, saw this and immediately followed suit, secretly circulating the 'Heavenly Demon Slaughtering God Art' to devour the ordinary Ashura around her while fighting her opponent.

Even though there were no small number of Ashura in the Blood River, they could not withstand such wanton destruction by Fang Longye and his servant.

In less than a moment, ripples spread out like halos on the Blood River, layer upon layer, diffusing in all directions; the originally dense figures were gone, leaving it empty.

The waves remained, but the figures were gone.

It was desolate and cold, making one's scalp tingle.

The Ashura commander, who was still recovering his strength within the Blood River, had his eyes split with rage; pointing a finger at Fang Longye and gnashing his teeth, he spoke with a hatred that could not be dissolved, "You are very good indeed!"

The words were enunciated one by one, like a cuckoo crying blood, or like an ape wailing in a deep valley, vibrating the eardrums and making them buzz.

It was no wonder; one must know that the Ashura under his command were not simple soldiers, but battle-hardened veterans who had survived after fighting in mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Not only were they more adept at fighting and killing than ordinary Ashura, but they could also form arrays, and their ferocity was no less than the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals of the Heavenly Court.

Although they appeared to be a defeated army, the fault did not lie with these Ashura soldiers.

It was because the enemy had a powerhouse who launched a surprise attack. For a time, their upper-level combat power was inferior to the opponent's, which was why they were in such a miserable state.

On the contrary, after that bitter battle, these clansmen of his, once recovered, could all advance further, and jumping several levels would be no problem.

This was the unique promotion method of the Ashura; having survived battle and slaughter, they would surely advance bravely.

What Fang Longye and Qingli devoured were not mere cannon fodder? They were dozens of future Golden Immortals! Countless True Immortal Ashura!

Fang Longye shook his head and did not respond.

He simply released the 'Refining Immortal Pot' to take in the one who was undergoing Blood Rebirth once again.

This time, he would naturally not be spared again.

Finally, he was dead through and through!

Looking back, he realized that Qingli and Ao Ying had already finished off their opponents.

In the entire Blood River, only the three of them remained. For a moment, there was dead silence.

Fang Longye felt the gains within himself, a strange color appearing in his eyes; devouring these Ashura truly had a miraculous effect on the 'Heavenly Demon Slaughtering God Art'.

A look of contemplation appeared on his face as he recalled the origin of the Ashura clan, and a conjecture surfaced in his mind.

Looking at the Blood River beneath his feet, where the Ashura were exhausted but which remained unchanged, and thinking of the wonders it had displayed in the scenes he had just witnessed, a thought arose.

He immediately captured a pool of Blood River water and, employing the 'Heavenly Demon Slaughtering God Art', carefully prepared to swallow it to observe the results.

Just at this moment.

Suddenly—

A cold, feminine voice came: "If I were you, I would absolutely not 'know there are tigers in the mountain, yet insist on heading toward the tiger mountain'."

Hearing this sound.

Fang Longye immediately stopped his hand, holding the Blood River water, and raised his head to look in the direction from which the voice came.

(End of chapter)