This arrow, crimson as a blood diamond, resplendent like red coral, radiated an astonishing beauty—yet it was terrifying. Straining against the dark-red great bow, it seemed eager to lunge forth on its own.
Forged from blood essence, it carried a will of its own, thirsting for slaughter!
“Fall back! This man has gone mad!” roared a supreme being from the rear, urging the Violet-Gold Hammer to strike down Meng Tianzheng.
“Scram!” Old Qingmu, Qi Hong’s master, erupted like an enraged lion, his hair and beard bristling. Wielding the Ironblood War Banner, he unfurled it with a mighty sweep, shaking heaven and earth as the tattered banner expanded like a celestial curtain, blotting out the sky. It crashed against the violet immortal artifact with a deafening boom.
The void trembled, thunder roared, and the Violet-Gold Hammer blazed with lightning—yet it was still sent flying, tearing through the heavens before hurtling into the cosmos.
The supreme being from the foreign realm was inevitably wounded, blood trickling from his lips. His voice was icy. “A broken immortal artifact is still inferior.”
The Violet-Gold Hammer, though of great origin, was incomplete and thus no match for the Ironblood War Banner.
**BOOM!**
The Cosmic Sack stirred, activated by another foreign supreme being, surging forward. In response, the Ten Realms Diagram soared into the sky to meet it—both were flawless treasures of unmatched might.
The collision shook the heavens, splitting the earth as if recreating the dawn of creation.
**SHING! SHING! SHING!**
Several beams of light shot forth—all broken immortal artifacts. Yet, from the direction of the Imperial Pass, radiant glows emerged as well: the Ten Realms Diagram, the Ironblood War Banner, the Nine Phoenix Furnace, and others made their presence known.
A grand confrontation ensued, ultimately leading to another stalemate.
Both sides wielded nearly equal numbers of immortal artifacts—familiar, well-known treasures.
The cultivators within the Imperial Pass seethed with resentment. Those immortal artifacts had once belonged to the Nine Heavens, only to be seized by the foreign realm in past battles. Now, they had been refined into weapons of the enemy.
Amid the chaos, Chi Pu, the supreme being of the Imperial Clan, wore an ugly expression. Who was he? A descendant of an Immortal King! His ancestor had once wielded the Chi King Furnace, slaying Immortal Kings and shaking the annals of history!
Yet today, he had been forced into such a passive state—his arm severed, his prowess doubted, requiring rescue by his own side’s immortal artifacts.
With a roar that seemed to echo from the dawn of time, he unleashed a surge of divine light, infused with a demonic power.
“AHHH—!”
Many screamed, writhing in agony. With the immortal artifacts locked in stalemate, their protective range had diminished, leaving countless beings on the verge of bursting apart.
Fortunately, the forces of the Imperial Pass were fewer in number, all sheltered beneath the Ironblood War Banner and the Ten Realms Diagram.
The foreign realm’s creatures wailed, but few actually exploded—Chi Pu swiftly reined in his roar.
Meng Tianzheng remained unmoved, steadily gathering power. The dark-red great bow was drawn to its fullest, the crimson arrow blazing like a sun, radiant and terrifying.
**WHOOSH!**
The divine arrow tore through the sky as Meng Tianzheng finally released it. Charged with his very essence, this strike was incomparably fierce.
“AH—!”
Chi Pu struggled, his body once again immobilized. Enraged, he roared, “Break free!”
He thrashed violently, spitting a mouthful of blood onto his Heaven-Splitting Halberd, urging it forward to cleave the arrow apart.
This was his Dao-treasure, the weapon he would rely on to ascend to immortality!
The halberd gleamed, a black sun wreathed in dark mist, surging to meet the divine arrow.
**CLANG!**
Though the arrow was forged of blood, its collision with the halberd produced a metallic shriek, sparks flying as divine light erupted.
Chi Pu’s heart ached—the halberd’s edge now bore a massive notch, chipped away by the arrow.
How terrifying was this strike? Even a supreme being of the Imperial Clan felt his blood run cold.
“Sharper than the Great Luo Sword Embryo?” The Heavenly Horned Ant gaped in awe.
“The Great Luo Sword Embryo only defends—it does not attack,” Qing Yi remarked.
“KILL!”
The Grand Elder bellowed but did not loose another arrow.
Just as confusion spread, the blood arrow, though dispersed upon impact, reformed into a crimson streak, hurtling toward Chi Pu once more.
Shocked, Chi Pu had thought the arrow neutralized—yet here it was again.
His movements slowed once more. Desperate, he spat another mouthful of blood, shaping it into a divine sword to slash forward.
Yet it failed to stop the arrow, which pierced toward his face.
Even his ancestral techniques proved futile—no barrier could shield him.
Gritting his teeth, Chi Pu twisted aside—only for the arrow to punch through his shoulder and explode.
**BOOM!**
Chi Pu convulsed as half his body was blown apart, blood and bone exposed in a ghastly spectacle.
The battlefield was stunned. This was a supreme being of the Imperial Clan—an invincible figure meant to dominate the Imperial Pass. Yet here he was, reduced to such a wretched state.
Chi Pu was a ruin, half his body nearly destroyed.
**ROAR!**
His essence surged, blood light erupting in five-colored radiance—his wounds began to heal, his arm regenerating.
“I said I would take your head—and I will!” Meng Tianzheng declared coldly.
Though pale, his aura was more imposing than ever. In the prime of his youth, clad in shattered golden armor, he was the very image of a war god, his gaze like lightning.
He readied himself to finish Chi Pu.
“You dare?!”
Foreign supreme beings roared, urging their immortal artifacts to intervene. Yet Old Qingmu and others countered—though fewer in number, their artifacts held the advantage.
**BOOM!**
Immortal energy clashed, shaking the cosmos. Stars beyond the heavens trembled and shattered.
Still, neither side could gain the upper hand.
“KILL!”
Finally, a foreign supreme being could wait no longer. Brandishing his weapon, he charged at the Grand Elder—they could not afford to lose Chi Pu.
Even among supreme beings, Chi Pu’s lineage was too significant—a descendant of the one who had slain Immortal Kings. His death would bring dire consequences.
“Whoever comes—dies!” Meng Tianzheng, now truly like a demon, loosed another arrow without hesitation.
This time, he acted swiftly, drawing a strand of blood essence from his chest. Though his face paled further, his battle spirit soared.
“KILL!”
The crimson arrow streaked forth with unparalleled might.
The charging supreme being, initially confident, now paled as his body froze mid-charge.
**THUD!**
The arrow pierced his brow, annihilating his soul in an instant. His body shattered, exploding into a mist of blood.
“What kind of demonic art is this?!” The others trembled in disbelief.
“Slay man, slay earth, slay heaven, slay immortals, slay self…” Old Qingmu sighed from afar, his face grave. He knew the dark-red bow’s price—Meng Tianzheng was gambling his own life with each strike.
“Where do you think you’re going?!” Meng Tianzheng roared as the second charging supreme being tried to flee.
Without hesitation, he drew another blood arrow from his chest and let it fly.
**THUD!**
The arrow struck the fleeing man’s back, freezing him in place before his body and soul alike were obliterated.
“This man is lost to madness! He might truly kill himself!” someone shuddered.
Gods block—slay gods. Buddhas block—slay buddhas.
Such was Meng Tianzheng’s aura now.
“Your turn.” Meng Tianzheng drew another blood arrow—this one noticeably dimmer, its vitality waning.
“Once your blood essence is spent, you’re finished. Now it’s my turn to kill you!” Chi Pu sneered, charging forth with his halberd.
“I keep my word. Your head is mine.” Meng Tianzheng released the arrow.
Chi Pu’s heart lurched—though the arrow lacked its former brilliance, its power was undiminished, slowing him once more.
“BREAK!”
He roared, expelling a mouthful of five-colored blood—his Imperial Clan heritage, infused with traces of an Immortal King’s might.
The blood morphed, depicting scenes of creation itself.
**THUD!**
The blood arrow dimmed further, then shattered.
Blood against blood!
“My blood carries the legacy of an Immortal King. Yours is no match!” Chi Pu crowed.
Yet as the arrow exploded, his triumph turned to horror—a hidden force tore through him.
“Why?!” He gasped, his body locked in place as his vitality was shredded.
“Your bloodline is strong, worthy of your ancestor. But strength lies not in blood—it lies in the wielder.” Meng Tianzheng strode forward, raising the Great Luo Sword Embryo.
**SWISH!**
Chi Pu’s head tumbled from his shoulders.
“Your head—I borrow it!” Meng Tianzheng declared.
He had done it. A supreme being of the Imperial Clan had fallen, his head taken as an offering to the heroes who had died upon these sands.
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