Wu Tao held a tattered ancient sword, slashing at the oncoming horde of ghosts with fury.
The sword hummed, and a surge of sword energy instantly repelled the surrounding spirits and specters, scattering them in disarray.
Zhang Wan'er's expression shifted slightly, her smile freezing. A remnant ancient treasure named Heartbreak Blade materialized silently in her hand.
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Though stained with rust and broken at one end, the tattered ancient sword in Wu Tao's hand radiated an unparalleled, fierce sword aura. It was undoubtedly a formidable remnant treasure.
Weighing the pros and cons, and seeing no immediate advantage to be gained, Zhang Wan'er, without the slightest hesitation, employed a遁光 (dùn guāng) technique, retreating swiftly and vanishing like lightning.
Before she left, she cast a distant remark, "Under the leadership of your sect's two Saint Sons, Su You Shi and Lu Yi, your sect has already gathered over thirty individuals and has clashed several times with the Cold Water True Spirit Sect and our Heavenly Demonic Gate.
"Although there have been victories and defeats on both sides, rumors say your sect has acquired dozens of top-tier spiritual materials, treasures, and countless spirit stones. It is even said you have several Primordial Remnant Treasures..."
Wu Tao remained rooted to the spot, making no move to pursue Zhang Wan'er. After a moment of silence, he turned and departed.
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For reasons unknown, Zhang Wan'er, who had returned, watched Wu Tao's retreating back with a sweet smile, a hint of inexplicable depth in her eyes, before vanishing into thin air.
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Meanwhile.
Upon receiving this crucial intelligence, Wu Tao was eager to reach his fellow disciples as quickly as possible.
However, the affairs of the world rarely go as one wishes. Often, despite one's best efforts, circumstances conspire to prevent the accomplishment of a task.
Midway, Wu Tao encountered another predicament that cost him considerable time.
Suddenly, Wu Tao heard faint thunder from the southwest. He looked up; the sky was a vast expanse of blue, the sun shone brightly, with no sign of impending change.
Yet, the thunder rolled, growing louder. Wu Tao followed the sound and saw dust clouds rising from the northwest and south.
Having witnessed the migration of beast hordes before, Wu Tao inwardly cried out a warning. It appeared a large number of demonic beasts were rushing towards them.
I must leave quickly, or I won't be able to.
Dust swirled in the wind, obscuring the sky.
Suddenly, a colossal demonic beast burst forth from the dust, followed by a second, a third... Thousands of them appeared in an instant.
The thunderous impact of countless hooves on the ground shook the earth violently.
Glancing back, Wu Tao saw the spectacle and ran even faster, vanishing without a trace in moments.
However, this incident had cost Wu Tao valuable time, forcing him to take a significant detour.
Still, anything was better than being trampled into a paste by the demonic beasts.
With only two or three days remaining until the Sea God's Ruins closed, cultivators from the Taiyi Immortal Sect, Cold Water True Spirit Sect, and Heavenly Demonic Gate were bound to enter a state of final frenzy.
They would tacitly engage in brutal hunting, vying for cultivation resources from each other.
At this moment, the only people he could trust were his fellow disciples, making it imperative to regroup with them.
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By the time Wu Tao arrived at the "entrance/exit" of the Sea God's Ruins, the scene was already in utter chaos.
Peering into the "entrance/exit," Wu Tao saw one to two hundred people engaged in a massive free-for-all. Artifacts, magical treasures, talismans, and secret treasures were all being unleashed indiscriminately.
Cultivators from the Taiyi Immortal Sect, Cold Water True Spirit Sect, and Heavenly Demonic Gate were locked in mortal combat, the situation a bloody and terrifying melee.
The roars of battle echoed to the heavens...
*Puff!*
*Puff!*
Screams erupted, and blood rained down. The one to two hundred individuals within the fray fought with desperate abandon.
Upon entering the cultivation world, every cultivator understood a fundamental truth: there was no inherent grievance in life or death, only the distinction between the strong and the weak.
Therefore, each person killed without the slightest burden.
Heads flew through the air, and the corpses below piled up, dyeing many areas a crimson hue.
Disjointed limbs and mangled bodies fell haphazardly onto the ground.
Upon his arrival, Wu Tao naturally joined his fellow Taiyi Immortal Sect disciples, dispatching the enemies before them.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The tragic cries echoed through the air, and the thick stench of blood permeated the surroundings.
Wu Tao, at the forefront, charged forward, his tattered ancient sword in hand, his face a mask of cold determination as he flew into the enemy ranks.
Before he even arrived, his tattered ancient sword flashed with icy light, its sword energy dancing in the air.
Instantly, blood splattered, and three to four bodies crumpled lifelessly to the ground.
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The opposing side reacted with equal speed. A formidable expert from the Heavenly Demonic Gate, who cultivated a potent demonic body, flew into a rage upon witnessing this. He lunged forward.
A punch was thrown, the wind of which whistled with chilling intensity, a force that stung the cheeks from a considerable distance.
Wu Tao's expression remained calm and unruffled. He treated the incoming iron fist as if it were nothing, merely tilting his head as the punch neared, allowing his long hair to whip in the wind of the blow. His expression never changed.
"Kid, you court death!"
The Heavenly Demonic Gate expert, feeling utterly humiliated, turned crimson. He abruptly withdrew his fist and unleashed a swift kick, the leg wind fierce, air exploding with a deafening roar as demonic energy surged towards the heavens.
*Yin!*
Wu Tao roared, swinging his sword in a powerful strike. A sword's hum resonated from the tattered ancient sword, its sword energy shimmering like a silken ribbon.
*Clang!*
The Heavenly Demonic Gate expert was no pushover. Coupled with the hardened demonic armor he wore, their continuous, interlocking attacks produced loud, resounding clashes.
"Die!"
With the exchange proving inconclusive, Wu Tao swiftly brought his sword around for another strike, aiming to cleave his opponent in two.
*Clang!*
Sword energy crisscrossed in all directions, and another tremendous clang echoed. The Heavenly Demonic Gate expert reacted just as swiftly, offering Wu Tao no significant advantage.
Without dwelling on Wu Tao's fierce battle, the other cultivators on the field faced similar predicaments, locked in combat with their respective adversaries.
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The clash of spells and treasures created an unending symphony of clangs, sparks flying, and roars, with surging battle intent.
In the brutal and bloody battlefield, the opportunity to control life and death shifted in the blink of an eye.
After hundreds of fierce exchanges, Wu Tao finally seized the sole opening revealed by the Heavenly Demonic Gate expert.
Wu Tao's body swayed, brushing past the Heavenly Demonic Gate expert. In the very instant they crossed paths, a scream erupted from the Heavenly Demonic Gate expert.
The next moment, a gaping wound tore through the expert's chest and abdomen. His body went limp, and he collapsed onto the cold ground...
Wu Tao's exceptional performance caught the attention of Feng Ji, one of the Seven Demonic Lords and a leader of the Heavenly Demonic Gate.
Faintly, a ripple appeared in his eyes.
Su You Shi's combat prowess was mediocre; even as one of the Taiyi Immortal Sect's Nine Saint Sons, he was merely a skilled formation master.
Su You Shi was capable of self-preservation but lacked offensive power and posed no significant threat.
Furthermore, he was currently engaged with Lu Shaoyou of the Cold Water True Spirit Sect, unable to extricate himself.
Meanwhile, Lu Yi, another of the Nine Saint Sons, was locked in an intense battle with An Zhengyi, one of the twelve Water Lords of the Cold Water True Spirit Sect, and thus posed no immediate threat.
However, this suddenly appearing individual was rather troublesome, possessing profound sword cultivation and unfathomable combat strength.
What truly unsettled Feng Ji, however, was the unique aura inherent in each of his moves, as if he had touched upon the nascent form of a Pseudo-Divine Ability.
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With the three major powers locked in a stalemate, and their top combatants mutually restraining each other, the sudden emergence of this individual had the potential to alter the existing balance, to the disadvantage of my Heavenly Demonic Gate.
It is truly a pity that such a top-tier talent does not belong to our Heavenly Demonic Gate.
Moreover, the bounty placed on this child's head by our esteemed Uncle-Master Zheng Qianqiu is quite substantial!
To gain benefits, earn favor, and resolve a crisis – why not seize such an opportunity...
Feng Ji mused, and a chilling killing intent slowly began to condense around him.
At this precise moment, a gentle voice suddenly spoke, "Brother Feng Ji, what are you contemplating? Why are you distracted?"
Wang Ren, one of the twelve Great Water Lords of the Cold Water True Spirit Sect, spoke while simultaneously hurling a Five-Colored Stone.
The Five-Colored Stone in his hand was a rare Earth-attribute treasure of creation.
It was one of the treasures he had acquired within the Gate of Life.
The Five-Colored Stone suddenly transformed into five colossal mountains of varying colors, each harboring formidable energy.
The five mountains formed a connected formation, trapping Feng Ji within.
"Hmph, I had no idea you, Wang Ren, had suddenly grown so bold as to engage me alone."
Feng Ji sneered, lightly flicking the scabbard at his waist. The demonic blade within it hummed, its sound like ghostly wails, terrifying and eerie.
This blade was a demonic weapon from the Ghost God Hong Sect, a major demonic sect of the ancient era, named "Ghost God Absolute Kill Blade."
The Ghost God Absolute Kill Blade was forged from the essence of Yin Mountains, fueled by the demonic fires of the Nine Netherworlds, and refined with the souls of over a hundred thousand beings to create this obscure and terrifying demonic weapon.
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Furthermore, Feng Ji practiced one of the Heavenly Demonic Gate's most powerful cultivation techniques, the Luofu Six Nether Demonic Art.
As Feng Ji fully unleashed the Luofu Six Nether Demonic Art, it influenced the surrounding environment. Instantly, dense demonic energy cascaded down, and an illusionary vision of hell materialized around him.
The Ghost God Absolute Kill Blade in Feng Ji's right hand then trembled, and the mournful cries of countless ghosts immediately spread throughout the four directions.
Simultaneously, numerous wicked and terrifying blade shadows converged above his head. Hundreds of sword energies instantly merged into one, forming a pure black-purple blade curtain.
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