Chapter 15: Kill!

Ming He stepped on the Karma Fire Lotus, wielding the two great killing swords, Yuan Tu and A Bi, his sharp eyes fixed on the surrounding void.

He sensed several powerful auras still hidden within the void.

These must also be “those with karmic ties.”

“I don’t know when our karmic bond was formed, but…”

Ming He surveyed the surroundings, his face showing not a trace of fear.

“Since we’re all ‘old acquaintances,’ today I shall properly entertain you all!”

Ming He laughed freely.

I accept that you dug pits for me while I wandered the outside world!

But here, on my home turf of the Blood Sea, do you still think you can knock me down?

And besides, I’m not alone!

“Kill!”

The A Bi Sword flew from his hand, unleashing supreme slaughter; Ming He’s figure flickered, striking first into a patch of void.

This is a supreme killing treasure—killing without staining karma, without generating karmic debt.

To settle old karmic ties, using this set of supreme treasures to slay enemies is most fitting!

“Hmm, somewhat troublesome.”

A primordial spirit holding a Dao diagram saw Ming He charging toward him; he slightly furrowed his brow, his steps shifting slowly.

These steps appeared leisurely, yet secretly aligned with the numbers of the Dipper.

“Hundong Xuan Yin!”

A vast void shimmering with starlight appeared, swallowing the boundless crimson light.

Simultaneously, his figure vanished completely.

When he reappeared, he was already at another position.

Then, he lifted his leg.

Kicked hard!

Boom—

Time rippled, surging and washing through ancient and modern eras!

A disheveled figure was kicked out of the void.

Like a meteor, hurtling straight toward Ming He.

“You son of a bitch!”

The spirit who had been watching the show froze for a moment.

Ming He raised an eyebrow and smiled.

Flash!

Sword raised, spirit fell.

Blood splashed across the long river.

The slaughter was completed with effortless grace.

“Who the hell set me up?!”

A voice brimming with resentment shook time and space.

The spirit just slain reappeared from another timeline.

A magnificent spiritual manifestation appeared in the present era; the Blood Sea surged, crashing against the heavens, turning everything crimson.

He was furious, sweeping one hand across his body, dark light swirling.

In an instant, the scene of chaos unfolded, accompanied by the aura of cosmic star-rivers being born—grand, transcendent, slashing forth from the void.

Ming He remained utterly unfazed, delivering a graceful, single sword thrust.

In the blink of an eye, countless laws collided, arising and perishing endlessly.

“May I know your name?” Ming He, seeing how just now he’d been tricked, suddenly found the opponent much more agreeable, his gaze even tinged with a hint of pity.

But that hint of pity struck the spirit as deeply ironic.

You, this unlucky bastard, have the nerve to pity others?

The spirit’s inner frustration surged; he growled, “Worry about yourself!”

“Not everyone here today is just here to watch like me!”

With that, he turned and walked away.

He’d only revealed himself out of rage after being tricked.

If he didn’t leave now, he’d expose too many of his techniques, and his enemies might uncover his identity—that would be truly dangerous.

The several figures in the void, seeing him turn and leave, sighed in unison.

Why didn’t he fall for it?!

They’d hoped to use him to see what tricks Ming He had!

“If that’s the case…”

Then each shall rely on their own methods!

The hidden primordial spirits from all corners unleashed their attacks.

“Flowing Bell Casts Fire!”

A crimson flame bell was thrown, its divine sound resonating through ancient and modern time.

As the divine fire surged, the Blood Sea ignited; beneath the boundless Dao domain, it seemed ready to boil the sea dry.

“Yanfu Tanjin!”

A grain of golden sand shot toward Ming He’s third eye.

This gold was crimson-yellow, tinged with purple aura—noble beyond words, yet brimming with supreme killing intent!

“Sweeping Sword Across Mountains and Rivers!”

A figure wielded a bamboo staff, striking repeatedly.

Twenty-four runes blazed with divine light; countless branches unfurled clearly, and terrifying sword light howled.

“Thunder, come!” A fist struck with brutal force, radiating the might of thunder.

The thunder law transformed into a colossal dragon, roaring and charging, shaking all living beings!

“Heaven Upside Down!”

One palm gathered heaven and earth, covering the sky, then overturned—intent on erasing all.

…

One spirit after another unleashed their attacks; one divine technique after another was deployed.

Countless killing intentions crisscrossed above the Blood Sea, leaving Xuan Qing awestruck.

Since ancient times, the sky above the Blood Sea had never been this lively!

“Friend, how many pits have you stepped into over the years?!”

In his Blood Sea mansion, Xuan Qing did not rush to act; his gaze fixed tightly on several figures.

As a seasoned fisherman of the Hong Huang Zhen Jie, he had indirectly clashed with many great beings.

One glance, and Xuan Qing spotted several “fishing buddies!”

All of them were masters of a single Dao.

One of them wasn’t even a being from the Hong Huang main universe!

This time, though none had crossed over in true form, all had projected their presence into the Blood Sea, anchored by karmic ties to Ming He.

Other spirits all had some karmic connection to Ming He—that’s why they arrived so swiftly.

“Just how many people did this supreme primordial spiritual treasure attract?”

Xuan Qing shook his head and chuckled.

Were they all here for Ming He?

Not necessarily.

Some spirits lingered at the battle’s periphery, hoping to fish in troubled waters, to snatch scraps from the feast.

They were drawn by the Blood Sea’s massive commotion.

They loved chaos and never minded more trouble.

Likewise, should an opportunity arise, they’d open their bloodied maws without hesitation.

After all, the spirits surrounding Ming He were just as richly endowed!

Above the Blood Sea.

Facing endless slaughter, wondrous phenomena arose; crimson divine light expanded.

The twelve-petaled Lotus of Karma Fire spun powerful laws, firmly shielding Ming He.

Ming He’s eyes glowed with fierce divine light.

He was exhilarated—every fiber of his soul thrilled.

His killing swords were too.

His lotus pedestal was too!

Wondrous phenomena arose; crimson divine light expanded; the twelve-petaled petals spun powerful laws, firmly shielding Ming He.

“Killing is truly exquisite!” Ming He licked his lips, smiling.

Relying on the lotus pedestal’s protection, he spotted a direction and charged forward with his sword.

His strategy was simple.

You come from all four directions; I depart from a single point!

As Ming He surged toward him, the corpse of Xianggu stared with a stiff smile:

“You’re using me as a breakthrough point?”

Just as He was about to act, a sudden unease rose in His heart; He instinctively glanced into the depths of the Blood Sea.

Sssss~

How is this guy here?

The corpse of Xianggu felt a pounding headache.

Ming He’s sword light had already arrived; He had no time to think further, swung His long halberd in a circle, and dragged a Daomeidan out of the void.

“I fucking…”

A goat-headed deity was slashed once; one of His horns was severed.

“Huh?”

Ming He glanced at the corpse of Xianggu, who had retreated again, then ignored Him entirely and charged straight at the goat-headed deity.

The goat-headed deity’s eyelid twitched; He shook His bamboo staff.

A river of sword Dao surged toward Ming He like a crushing tide.

As it trembled, chaotic tides churned and the void collapsed inch by inch.

Staves cast countless overlapping shadows, striking from all sides; Ming He merely raised His lotus platform.

Thanks to the defense of the supreme primordial spiritual treasure, the goat-headed deity could not break through.

“This turtle shell is infuriating!”

The goat-headed deity cursed inwardly.

He was the lord of Qianlai Mountain.

He rarely traveled through Hong Huang, only occasionally venturing into the Chaos to wander.

Once, by chance, He met Ming He and casually set a trap—never expecting it to actually work.

Had Ming He not left such a deep impression on Him, He would never have come to the Blood Sea to try and snatch this opportunity.

But when He arrived at the Blood Sea and looked around…

Damn, He wasn’t the only deity with the same idea!

“This unlucky bastard—how the hell did he get such a lucky fate and possess such a spiritual treasure?” the goat-headed deity grumbled inwardly.

You could say Ming He is unlucky—he was born in the Blood Sea, clutching two killing Dao swords, stepping on a supreme primordial spiritual treasure.

But you could also say he’s blessed—he steps into a trap every single day.

No one else could be this bad.

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Note: 【Xianggu Zhi Shi】: Within the Northern Sea, there is a bound thief, armed with weapons, always carrying a halberd, named Xianggu Zhi Shi. —《Shan Hai Jing》

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