Chapter 67: Aaaah!

Ye Wuque, standing at the center of the great formation, remained calm, even a faint curve appearing at the corner of his mouth as he looked toward the blood‑robed man outside the array.

The blood‑robed man heard this, his arrogant and cruel expression deepening; he crossed his arms and stood as if everything were under his control:

"What a ridiculous formation?"

"Heh, a frog at the bottom of a well, ignorant of the heavens and the earth!"

"This is our clan's supreme secret— the Blood Moon Slaying Heaven Formation!"

"It sacrifices the blood souls of living beings to draw the power of the void's blood moon, slaying gods and destroying demons—nothing less!"

"If you can die beneath this formation, Ye Wuque, you would have reason to be proud!"

"Forcing me to intervene and employ this array, even if you descend to the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, you would have earned the right to brag!"

"Formation activated! Blood Moon... Slay Spirits!"

The man abruptly formed a bizarre seal with both hands and struck at the core of the formation!

Boom—boom—boom!

The entire blood‑colored array went wildly berserk; countless blood runes ignited, turning into snarling blood‑colored demonic shadows that emitted piercing shrieks and surged toward Ye Wuque like a tide!

Simultaneously, above the array, a vague yet fiercely ominous blood‑moon phantasmal shadow materialized, casting destructive blood‑colored light pillars that thundered toward Ye Wuque!

Its overwhelming might could make even a cultivator who has reached the pinnacle of the Immortal Staircase turn pale!

Ye Wuque could feel that under this formation's suppression, his strength was at least reduced by more than twenty percent!

But, so what?

Yet, faced with this terrifying onslaught, Ye Wuque merely lifted his right hand slowly.

Within his body, a divine spring roared, and the vast, mighty battle‑holy Qi erupted like a volcano dormant for ten thousand ages!

Golden Blood Qi surged skyward, even diluting the blood‑red sky by a few degrees!

Then, a gleaming golden halberd materialized in midair, appearing in Ye Wuque's hand.

It was the Great Dragon Halberd!

"Showy and flashy."

With a faint tone, Ye Wuque traced a simple slash with the halberd!

He struck down fiercely toward a certain point of the Blood Moon Slaying Heaven Formation!

Boom!

As if he intended to cleave the entire Zhutian Huanyu in two!

Halberd out, the starry sky trembles!

The snarling blood‑colored demonic shadows, upon touching the vast halberd light, seemed to meet their nemesis, emitting a horribly mournful scream and disintegrating like melting ice!

The blood‑colored light pillars descending from the sky were crushed and shattered directly by the halberd's blade!

Boom—crack!!

Immediately after, the seemingly indestructible Blood Moon Slaying Heaven Formation, built upon the flesh and blood of living beings, emitted a strained wail, and countless cracks instantly spread across its light veil!

"What?! This can't be!!"

"Are you a Grand Formation Master?!"

"This is... the Great Dragon Halberd?!"

"How can this supreme divine weapon be in your hand! Who exactly are you!!!"

The blood‑robed man's arrogant and cruel expression outside the array froze, replaced by extreme shock and disbelief!

The Great Dragon Halberd's pedigree is beyond imagination; being recognized by such a supreme divine weapon proves its extraordinary nature!

It is undoubtedly an unparalleled demon bearing a fate that defies heaven, a Great Creation!

The ancestral secret formation he boasted about, capable of crushing countless heroes, could not even block a single strike from the opponent?!

Bang!!!

In the next instant, the entire Blood Moon Slaying Heaven Formation exploded with a thunderous blast!

Countless blood runes wailed as they shattered, and the blood‑moon phantasmal shadow emitted a crisp sound before vanishing completely!

With the array broken, the backlash surged; the blood‑robed man took a heavy blow, spitting a large mouthful of fresh blood, his face turning as pale as paper, his body staggering backward, eyes filled with terror and absurdity!

Meanwhile, Ye Wuque's figure appeared before him as if teleporting, a hand cloaked in chaotic light descending like an ancient divine mountain, slamming directly onto his celestial spirit crown!

"You...!"

The blood‑robed man, terrified to the brink, frantically burned his essence blood, employing a bizarre movement to escape while simultaneously summoning several protective treasure artifacts!

But before Ye Wuque's absolute power and speed, all of this was futile!

Crack! Boom!

Those protective treasure artifacts, radiating treasure light, could not even sustain a breath before being blasted away and shattered by the hand!

The hand ignored all obstacles, clamping the blood‑robed man's head like iron tongs, the terrifying force surging instantly into his body, completely suppressing all resistance!

"Ugh...!"

The blood‑robed man let out a painful groan, his entire skeleton moaning as if about to be crushed at any moment!

He felt like a bug held in a giant's hand, ready to be trampled to death at any instant!

"Who sent you?"

Ye Wuque's cold voice whispered like the Death God's murmur in his ear.

Though restrained, the blood‑robed man's eyes flashed with ferocity and stubbornness as he gritted his teeth and roared, "Do not think so! I am the noble Blood Moon Holy Clan Heavenly Pride! How could I…"

"Crack!"

"Aaa—!"

His threatening words unfinished, Ye Wuque's fingers gripping his skull tightened slightly; his skull instantly emitted a nauseating cracking sound, and the intense pain caused the man to let out a pig‑slaughtering wail.

"My patience is limited," Ye Wuque said, his tone unchanged.

"You… you dare kill me… the Blood Moon Holy Clan will never let you go! There is no place for you above or below…" the man still tried to struggle, bringing up his background.

Ye Wuque stopped wasting words; with a flick of his empty left hand, a chain flashing with golden light materialized out of thin air—exactly the Nine Dragons Binding Heaven Lock!

Ugh—aaaaaa—!!!!

Ah—ah—ah! Ah—ah—I say! I say aaaaaaaaaa!

After only a few breaths, the blood‑robed man let out a mournful wail that was completely unlike a human voice!

"I said! I said!! Stop it! Please! Stop it!!!"

He barely held on for less than three breaths, and this Blood Moon Holy Clan Heavenly Pride, who had just been lofty and self‑proclaimed noble, saw his mental defenses completely collapse, tears streaming as he frantically begged for mercy.

Ye Wuque's mind shifted, and the tormenting power of the Nine Dragons Binding Heaven Lock temporarily eased.

The blood‑robed man collapsed like rotten mud, gulping breath after breath, his eyes filled only with boundless terror, and he rasped intermittently, "The one who commands me… that… lord… is… is… is… Ye…"