Shi Hao came well prepared. With a wave of his robe sleeve, dozens of small altars emerged and arranged themselves in the void, enveloping the area as the aura of a grand formation surfaced.
“Ao hou…”
Hun Tian Hou roared, his crimson hair wildly flying, his eyes like blood moons. He resembled a great demon, wielding a crimson magic ruler. With a single sweep, torrents of bloodlight surged forth, accompanied by infinite glyphic energy.
Shi Hao’s expression turned solemn; he dared not underestimate his foe. Joining his hands in a divine mudra, he unleashed great spiritual power to suppress his opponent.
“Hong!”
Brilliant lights radiated from the clash, glyphs exploding endlessly—a grand confrontation, like volcanic eruptions darkening the heavens and turning the world crimson.
Were it solely by Hun Tian Hou’s strength, he could never contend with Shi Hao. However, the blood magic ruler was too bizarre. Now, as it radiated bloodlight, it resembled a second sun.
Moreover, the crimson glow emitted by the ruler coalesced into a colossal demonic figure, enveloping Hun Tian Hou like a devil-god’s armor, radiating supreme might with every movement.
It was no longer a case of a person controlling a weapon; rather, the weapon was controlling the person, using the blood ruler as its core to command Hun Tian Hou in battle against Shi Hao.
“The Magicruler has a Magicgod sealed within—don’t let it truly escape. That would be a massive disaster,” Mao Qiu whispered. After igniting his divine fire, his spiritual perception had become extraordinarily acute. At this moment, he joined Xiao Hong in a fierce assault against the being shaped from ribbons of bloodlight.
In ancient times, blood-demons roamed rampant, exceedingly violent and cruel, slaying countless lives. Even as heroes united to hunt them down, they could never be completely destroyed, for as long as a “blood seed” remained, they could be reborn.
“Good! Finish him quickly!” Xiao Hong said, now assuming a humanoid form cloaked in impenetrable armor, his voice crisp despite his obscured face.
His armor radiated brilliance as he wielded a divine sword left behind by an ancient god. In an instant, he slashed forward over hundreds of feet, releasing waves of southern fire energy in an overwhelming offensive.
Meanwhile, Mao Qiu, whose body matched the height of a mountain and golden fur radiated brilliance, wielded a divine halberd in wide arcs, cleaving through enemy forces in a titanic clash with warriors from Heaven’s domain.
“Blood Magic—once an ancient expert of Heaven, he descended to this mortal realm and was ultimately vanquished, never again to reappear,” the figure made of radiant light said. Once majestic, like a deity or Buddha, now he wore an expression of unease.
“Heaven—truly produces no noble souls!” Mao Qiu sneered, his weapon sweeping across the sky with blinding brilliance as he engaged in combat.
“One thought births a god, one thought births a demon! Let us slay, slay, slay, slay, slay!” Initially appearing like a deity, the radiant figure roared now, summoning surging demonic clouds. Overflowing with murderous intent, he transformed into a mighty Magicbeing, pitch-black from head to toe, charging forward for the kill.
“Kill!” Mao Qiu roared. His golden fur shone brilliantly, and the short, crystalline dragon horns atop his head erupted with radiant light. For a fleeting moment, a true dragon appeared, coiling around him as protective glyphs, dazzling and awe-inspiring!
Unlike ordinary Zhu Yan, Mao Qiu was uniquely golden. Most peculiar were the pair of tiny dragon horns upon his head, which now radiated waves of dragon roars.
Additionally, he had learned the masculine aspect of Kun Peng’s technique from Shi Hao. Radiant golden light erupted as he released Kun Peng divine might—domineering, fierce, and unstoppable.
At this moment, the combined might of Zhu Yan, True Dragon, and Kun Peng surged together, making Mao Qiu dazzlingly brilliant, shining with infinite light and scattering the Magicclouds, his power immense and unparalleled.
“Hong!”
It was a terrifying battle. All clouds across the ten directions disintegrated, mountains below collapsed, and rocks shot into the sky.
Meanwhile, Xiao Hong let out a long cry, and behind him rose a massive Vermilion Bird, swallowing stars and moons within its beak. With every wingbeat, torrents of star-rivers cascaded forth, ablaze in endless flames.
This was naturally a divine omen rather than literal events, yet it powerfully demonstrated the terrifying might of the scene unfolding, howling downward with unstoppable force.
Fighting amid flames, battling amidst dragon roars, finally the Magicgiant disintegrated. Its radiant form flailed left and right, desperately struggling to escape annihilation.
Within the grand formation, Shi Hao suddenly felt his skin prickle, his every hair standing on end. Silently, a black spearhead appeared nearly striking him.
He evaded swiftly through the air. A gray-robed old man emerged, wielding a war spear, linking to Hun Tian Hou: “This way—now is the moment!”
He surprisingly understood formations, guiding the frenzied crimson Magicentity outward. Then, chanting an incantation, he caused the blood Magicruler in Hun Tian Hou’s hand to radiate divine might, amplifying its power.
“Go!” he commanded sharply.
The blood Magic ruler emitted terrifying divine Wei, storming into Mao Qiu’s battlefield, attempting to devour the scattered light and slay the divine essence.
“Snatching food from a tiger’s mouth?” Mao Qiu raged, swinging his great halberd downward.
Xiao Hong roared louder, unleashing divine fire from his mouth, naturally countering blood magic. Blood mist in the air ignited, sizzling as it burned.
“Retreat!” the gray-robed elder commanded. The blood Magic ruler, swallowing fragments of the radiant light, emitted crimson glow, wrapping Hun Tian Hou and rushing toward him. Together they employed a blood Shun, vanishing at great speed.
“Will you escape so easily?” Shi Hao said coldly. He pulled out the Divine-Striking Stone from his hair, activated it, and hurled it forward with full force.
“Ahh…” The Divine-Striking Stone screamed, seemingly experiencing great torment, yet it still sped forth, covered in dense glyphs. With a mighty crash, it struck its target.
Recently, its power had soared, having consumed countless divine substances from the Shi Kingdom’s treasure vault, evolving into a crude form of a supreme earthly treasure.
“Peng!”
Extremely accurately, it struck the target squarely, sending the gray-robed elder tumbling.
“Kill!” Mao Qiu and Xiao Hong arrived, personally laying down sealing formations to lock the area.
“Let the Magicgod arise!” the gray-robed elder cried, chanting an ancient incantation, causing the blood Magic ruler to vibrate violently.
“Fortunately, this is a fragment—it was repaired, but not the original. At most, it possesses the might of a being who has ignited divine fire,” Xiao Hong observed.
Mao Qiu extended a massive hand, glowing with golden fur, clearly formidable.
“Destroy this ruler to prevent it from wreaking more havoc upon the world,” Shi Hao declared.
“Agreed!”
Mao Qiu and Xiao Hong both nodded and used their divine weapons simultaneously to suppress it, radiating boundless glory.
“You wish to destroy me? You insignificant insects! Even in my weakened state, none shall eliminate me!” The will within the blood Magic ruler awakened, speaking thus.
With a “Weng” sound, it tore free from Hun Tian Hou’s grasp, transforming into a crimson sun, engaging the two in battle.
Hun Tian Hou fell, as if awakening from a dream, his expression fluctuating between dark and light. The gray-robed elder seized him, swiftly retreating.
“Master, we’ve lost,” Hun Tian Hou murmured.
Shi Hao’s mind stirred. Back then, when they shared wine together, Hun Tian Hou had spoken of his master, and they had discussed the great calamity. Shi Hao already knew his master was no ordinary figure. Now, that suspicion was confirmed.
“Who are you?” Shi Hao asked.
“One who inherited the blood Magic’s legacy,” the gray-robed elder answered, eyes burning red. Now was not the time for prolonged words. His palm glowed, revealing a black bone spear radiating an eerie energy.
Instantly, the temperature plummeted. Black winds howled, and dense dark symbols surrounded the spear like devilish mist threads, as if haunted spirits danced.
“Xiu!”
He thrust the black spear forward like lightning, aiming straight at Shi Hao’s forehead, releasing an especially terrible resonance. For a moment, it seemed as though one could hear the wails of countless damned souls rising from hell.
“The Curse Spear—your heart is truly merciless,” Shi Hao’s eyes turned icy. This spear contained the hatred of innumerable souls, bound within the artifact to become a curse weapon.
According to ancient bone records, when ten thousand cursed souls unite, it is a minor success. A hundred thousand fused together is no small matter. Countless millions had perished here in the western frontier, and the serpents devoured their flesh, yet the spear had at least absorbed the malevolence of over a million souls.
“If I do not slay you, there shall never be peace across the land!” Shi Hao’s voice rang cold and merciless.
His entire being radiated light as he used the Seventy-Two Transformations, morphing into a Kun Peng striking the heavens with massive wings. Channeling the tribe’s profound wisdom, he unleashed a pair of enormous claws, terrifying beyond measure.
“Hong!”
He collided with the black bone spear, producing black soul flames and crackling thunder. The gray-robed elder was sent flying backward, spitting blood as he retreated.
He was horrified—if this had struck an ordinary cultivator, they would have died instantly, their essence devoured into the spear.
Yet, Xiao Shi proved terrifyingly strong. With a single blow, he cracked the cursed spear, causing the elder to cough blood profusely, his might beyond imagination.
“Flee!” the elder roared, conjuring thick black mist. He hurled the bone spear at Shi Hao like a bolt of dark lightning, echoing with the wails of countless souls pursuing him. Then he turned and fled with Hun Tian Hou.
“Break!” Shi Hao shouted with thunderous might. His body shone radiantly, golden feathers floating like a Kun Peng molting, purging all evil.
With his single command, the black bone spear halted before him, halted by glyphs, then shattered inch by inch. Black flames rose, finally exploding.
The fleeing elder’s lips bled black—cursed artifacts sometimes backfire, and now he bore grave injuries.
Shi Hao transformed back into human form, pursued swiftly, and soon caught up. He formed a fist Seal, striking forward.
“Hong!”
A howl rang out as the gray-robed elder’s body disintegrated into blood rain and bone fragments, erased from existence.
“Hun Tian Hou, do you know your sins?” Shi Hao demanded.
Hun Tian Hou’s face remained calm. “Though influenced by the blood ruler, I also harbored inner desires. Otherwise, how could I have come to this? No more words—proceed.”
“Chi!”
Shi Hao extended a ray of light, instantly crippling his cultivation.
“Just end my life,” Hun Tian Hou said peacefully, pulling out a short blade, placing it against his neck, and dragging it across, his head rolling off.
At the moment of death, his expression was complex, as if carrying a sense of liberation, finally opening his mouth, seemingly saying something.
“Your Majesty… beware… Heaven’s blood ritual.”
This was Hun Tian Hou’s final whispered message, though silent, the mouthed words were clear.
“Hun Tian Hou…” Shi Hao sighed softly.
In the distant sky, Mao Qiu and Xiao Hong, each wielding divine weapons, shattered the ruined blood Magic ruler into dust, burning it to ashes with divine fire.
With this battle concluded, Shi Hao lingered in the western frontier for a long while.
Then he returned to the Imperial Palace, summoning War King, Ming King, Peng Jiu, and others, announcing his abdication.
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