Chapter 513: Dying for the World

"Hum!"

At the Underground Palace, the sound of sword humming grew louder and louder, ringing incessantly in the ears. The palace also began to vibrate violently, as if it might not be able to hold on at any moment.

Finally, amidst a violent boom, the entire palace instantly turned into ruins.

Chains formed from Golden Runes coiled around a blood-red long sword. Yet, the light of these runes flickered, seemingly having reached their limit.

As Qing Han's hot blood was continuously injected, and her aura intertwined with the blood-red Sword Intent, the gathered power grew stronger and stronger.

Finally, one of the runes shattered under this constantly expanding momentum. As if forming a chain reaction, the Golden Runes disintegrated rapidly.

The sound of the sword humming rang through the heavens and earth, as if cheering for its regained freedom, and as if wantonly venting the suppression of such a long time.

Afterwards, as if having received some kind of summons, the blood-colored long sword lunged toward this side.

Qing Han, on the side, reached out her hand as if obsessed, wanting to grasp this rapidly approaching sword.

But just as the blade was about to draw near, Qing Han was fiercely repelled by the Sword Intent. The aura that had just been as harmonious as water and milk became distinct and divided in an instant.

Shen Yu even felt that this sword was disgusted by the other party's weakness, as if saying the other party was simply unworthy of wielding it.

One must know, it was largely thanks to Qing Han that it escaped so easily. Now that it had broken the seal, it completely turned its back on her. It was a classic case of finishing the tryst and pulling up one's pants without acknowledging the other.

But the next moment, the blade came directly to his side, floating quietly before him.

An extreme temptation surged into his heart, as if constantly provoking his restless heart, seducing him to grasp this sword.

A terrifying murderous intent came like a landslide and tsunami, crazily sweeping over everything. And Shen Yu, relying on his Vast Righteous Energy, guarded the final bottom line firmly like a reef.

In the constant stalemate between the two sides, the terrifying aura rolled continuously, and the strange phenomena in the sky changed incessantly.

The blood-colored sky, which seemed like the end of the world, caused everyone who saw this scene to involuntarily feel a sense of insignificance and fear, as if they would be swallowed up just by taking a look.

In the midst of the clash, Shen Yu suddenly felt many images flooding into his eyes; his gaze seemed to traverse countless spans of time, seeing countless years ago.

He seemed to see a blurry person, appearing to be a scruffy, bearded middle-aged man.

"Fort Master, are we truly going to forge such a sword!"

"The Spiritual Qi Surge has already begun; it has only been three months, and too many people have died!"

Beside the scorching magma, even in the fragmented images, Shen Yu could feel that unbearable, intense heat coming from the earth fire.

A scruffy, bearded middle-aged man, while forcefully hammering with the hammer in his hand, raised his head, revealing a look of resentment.

"Spiritual Qi Surge, so this is the Spiritual Qi Surge the ancestors spoke of!"

"Overnight, countless people broke through their own limits and reached higher peaks. But before everyone could start cheering, those sleeping old monsters began to wake up."

"Countless martial arts seniors were killed, too many experts fell; these people are simply unworthy of being human. Men, women, old, and young—all who were seen were killed; wherever they passed, not a blade of grass grew!"

"Among them, some were once people who protected the world. Why, after luckily surviving during this period of Spiritual Qi Surge, did they become as selfish and self-interested as those people, starting to slaughter the innocent!"

"In this world, is there truly no place for ordinary people to live? Must it really be blood flowing for ten thousand miles, killing the lives of martial artists, and draining the blood of ordinary people!"

"Bang!" The hammer in his hand fell again, one strike after another, as if knocking on people's hearts.

In the empty space, only the sound of smithing fell; no one answered his question, just as no one knew exactly what he was doing.

It is unknown how much time had passed; it seemed there was no concept of time before his eyes. Echoing in Shen Yu's ears was only that tireless sound of smithing, strike after strike.

Finally, the sound of smithing stopped, and before Shen Yu's eyes, a blood-red sword appeared, almost identical to the one suppressed in the palace.

And at this time, many people had gathered here, not only the bearded man who was smithing, but also a group of experts.

It was vaguely unclear, but Shen Yu had a feeling in the dark. The weakest among these experts seemed to be at the True Soul Realm.

A sense of resolution permeated the eyes of these people; standing together, they gave the feeling as if they were going to heroically sacrifice themselves.

"Fort Master Hu, is this the sword you spoke of!"

"Indeed, this is the secret our Sword Forging Fort has hidden for a thousand years. This sword was forged with secret methods for over a hundred years, and countless famous sword smiths have poured their heart and blood into it."

"The ancestors once said that this sword is bloodthirsty; the day it is forged will surely see blood flowing for a thousand miles and countless people killed. The more blood it drinks, the stronger this sword becomes."

"Moreover, this sword has the ability to invade the human heart. The wielder will likely be completely invaded by that bloodthirsty Sword Intent and become a killing machine."

"When this sword was about to be completed, it actually devoured all the famous sword smiths, which is why it was sealed away!"

A bloodthirsty look appeared in his reddened eyes; murderous intent was rampant on Fort Master Hu's face, but he suppressed it by force.

"It is shameful to say, but if it weren't for the Spiritual Qi Surge, I truly wouldn't have lasted until now; I likely would have been devoured long ago!"

"But finally, I have not failed the mission; after half a year, this sword is finally complete!"

"This is a bloodthirsty sword; it brings only slaughter. Have you all truly considered this?"

Responding to Hu Bugui were pairs of firm and resolute eyes.

"Fort Master Hu, as early as when we discussed this with you, we had already decided! Since we are going to die, then let us die magnificently!"

"What they love to do most is hunt down experts. As long as they detect experts nearby, they will rush over regardless of their own safety, and then stir up a feast of slaughter!"

"We are like candles in the dark, too conspicuous in their eyes. Even if we hide so carefully, one day we will be found."

"Rather than waiting for death to come in such a cowardly way, it is better to strike back. Even if we die, we must bite off a piece of their flesh!"

"Good, good. Since that is the case, then I shall accompany you gentlemen to the death. Hu Bugui is willing to die for the world!"

A smiling face appeared beneath his scruffy beard; he cupped his hands to the few, and then Hu Bugui rushed straight toward the sword.

A streak of fresh blood immediately appeared on the blood-red sword body, and the aura of the sword body grew a fraction stronger as a result.

"As a sword smith, to use my blood to consecrate the peak sword of my Sword Forging Fort—how gratifying!"

As the fresh blood flowed into the sword body, the blood-red sword body became even more eerie, as if it were the color of blood itself.

"Brother Liu, you are known as a once-in-a-millennium swordsman, and you are the strongest; holding this sword will be like adding wings to a tiger."

"Once your aura is revealed, those people will surely swarm toward you crazily like sharks smelling blood!"

"When the time comes, do not be afraid. Pick up this sword, kill out the prestige of our era—kill, kill!"

His eyes gradually had a tendency to turn blood-red; this was the sign of being about to be invaded by the Sword Intent, but these people did not care in the slightest. They had come to die, so what was there to care about?

"Brother Hu, wait a moment, we are coming right away! To use our blood to consecrate the strongest sword—we are most fortunate!"

While speaking, the rest of the people all rushed toward the sword platform. On the sword platform, the blood-colored sword body became increasingly crimson and began to vibrate crazily, the sound of the sword humming ringing through the world.

"To die for the world, hahahaha!" Walking step by step toward the Sword Platform, the last person slowly drew out their long sword, their eyes rapidly turning blood-red, filled with killing intent.

The monstrous killing intent and terrifying aura intertwined, surging straight into the clouds as if to tear the void asunder.

"Kill, kill, kill!"