“How could this happen?” Including the leader of the Thirteen Axes, who had once stood high above all, all thirteen individuals now stared in terror, their eyes wide with shock. The enemy had appeared far too quickly, too mysteriously—so fast it seemed like teleportation! Yet even as fear gripped them, each one desperately tried to wield their weapons.
Thirteen illusions, thirteen Luo Fengs.
Luo Feng’s eyes were cold, his gaze sharp as a blade. Each of the thirteen illusions stared at the members of the Thirteen Axes before them.
The sword radiance blazed! Thirteen streaks of blade light, heartbreakingly beautiful, carried an endless tide of vengeance. The onlookers—Nake, Master Lei, and the cluster of guards—along with the intended Thirteen Axes, were all irresistibly pulled into the sword technique’s profound artistic conception, their minds utterly enthralled by its overwhelming majesty!
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
The thirteen arcs of blade light moved like precise scalpels, slicing along the helmet seams and vanishing inside, then retracting. The ethereal, endless flashes of blade light faded into nothingness. The illusions had vanished, and Luo Feng stood there, sheathing the bloodstained Shadow Blade behind his back.
Silence!
The thirteen masters stood motionless.
Meanwhile, the simple-hearted youth Nake, Master Lei, and the group of guards remained utterly lost in the profound essence of the blade technique, their minds completely entranced. Noticing this, Luo Feng cast a glance back at them and subtly released a wisp of his mental pressure. In an instant, the spellbound group snapped back to reality, awakening to the extraordinary experience they had just undergone.
“How come the Thirteen Axes are just standing there? I didn’t imagine it, did I? Just now I saw…” one of the guards stammered.
“Silence,” Master Lei, the burly man, transmitted in a furious whisper.
The guard immediately snapped to attention.
“They’re dead. The Thirteen Axes are dead,” Master Lei continued. “Didn’t you notice the faint traces of blood along the seams of their armor and helmets? And you all have some skill—didn’t you sense that the Thirteen Axes have no aura at all?”
“It’s true, there’s blood.”
“Not even the faintest trace of life force.”
“Heavens! Just now, I didn’t see wrong, did I? Was it really that guy called Feng—the one we thought was just a fool in black armor—who casually struck down thirteen people at once? The Thirteen Axes didn’t even have time to fight back?”
“I saw thirteen black-armored warriors at once, drawing their blades in perfect unison. That blade light was mesmerizing.”
The group of guards was utterly conquered.
In the Blood Luo World, power is what is worshipped! And such a mesmerizing blade technique was enough to shake the hearts of all!
“I was such a fool, such a fool,” Master Lei, the burly man, trembled slightly. “The first time we met this expert, I thought he was just staring blankly at the Manggu beast. But in reality, he didn’t even consider the Manggu beast a worthy opponent. The Thirteen Axes, with three Cloud Sky-level experts among them, were all killed in an instant without even a chance to retaliate! What more could be said about that Manggu beast? Those fools called him a fool… it was us who were truly foolish! Right, when that Youshan led his men to humiliate the young master, everyone fled in fear. It must have been this expert who helped us then. To scare someone like ‘Blood-Dripping Blade’ into fleeing without even revealing yourself—that’s what I call a true expert, a supreme expert!”
The silver-armored youth Nake gazed at Luo Feng, his eyes burning with excitement.
“A true expert! A supreme expert!” Nake murmured. “The Thirteen Axes, who can casually kill someone like You Yanta, the ‘Blood-Dripping Blade’—they’re already legendary experts. Yet Feng Brother struck so swiftly that the Thirteen Axes didn’t even have time to resist. They were killed instantly, yet stood still as if they hadn’t even moved. What kind of power is that?”
“Master, this is a true supreme expert. A low-key cultivator who trains in solitude!” Master Lei whispered excitedly. “He seems to have a good impression of you. You must get closer to him quickly. To befriend such a supreme expert would be more valuable to our Nake family than anything else.”
“Be quiet,” Nake paid no heed to any family matters. His heart was filled only with excitement!
The excitement of meeting his legendary idol!
Though nervous and anxious, Nake clenched his teeth and approached Luo Feng.
…
After killing the Thirteen Axes, Luo Feng paid no attention to the stunned expressions of the guards. Instead, he spread his mental force, scanning the corpses of the Thirteen Axes and the fallen You Yanta.
“Just as expected, the Thirteen Axes are wealthy. Each of them carries a spatial storage item,” Luo Feng confirmed with a sweep of his mental force. Under his control, storage bracelets, storage armguards, storage belts—each item floated from the corpses and were drawn directly into his spatial ring.
“Let me check what’s inside.”
Luo Feng flipped out a spatial bracelet and let his mental force seep inside, beginning his search.
“Feng Brother… Feng Brother,” a voice, filled with excitement and anxiety, called out.
Luo Feng turned his head and saw the silver-armored youth Nake, his face flushed, eyes wide with nervousness and admiration. Taking a deep breath, Nake’s eyes shone with pure adoration: “Feng Brother, are you one of those legendary low-key cultivators who wander across the continent in solitude?”
“A cultivator?” Luo Feng paused slightly, then nodded with a smile. “You could say that.”
“Ahh!”
Nake was overjoyed. “I’ve heard that cultivators are always humble yet powerful. They travel from one world to another, drifting endlessly. They have seen countless wondrous places—like the Blood Demon Sea, Forbidden Domain Mountains, Ancient God Ruins, and more. Have you been to any of those places?”
Luo Feng was momentarily stunned.
The boy before him was looking at him with eager, worshipful eyes, asking if he had visited those places. But…
What kind of places were those?
He had been to the Dark Universe, the Chaos City of the Origin Universe, the Realm Within a Realm, the Tai Chu Secret Realm, and even the intergalactic headquarters of the Virtual Universe Company. However, in this Blood Luo World, he had never heard of the “Blood Demon Sea,” “Forbidden Domain Mountains,” or “Ancient God Ruins.”
“No,” Luo Feng chuckled, shaking his head. “Maybe I’ll get there someday.”
“Okay!” Nake said excitedly. “I heard the Blood Demon Sea is eight hundred worlds away. Even the World City Lord would take a very long time to reach it.”
Luo Feng was secretly surprised.
Distance wasn’t the issue, but the Blood Luo World had no technological spacecraft—only flight. And with the immense gravity… eight hundred worlds?
The term “world” used by the Blood Luo natives referred to “the territory governed by a single World City.” Each such domain spanned several hundred million to a few billion kilometers in diameter. Even flying ten thousand kilometers a day would take ten thousand days to cross just one world.
Eight hundred worlds…
How many years would that take?
…
As Luo Feng and Nake’s team made their way toward the vast Yan Gang Lord City in the distance, they examined the items left behind by the Thirteen Axes.
What they found brought Luo Feng a pleasant surprise.
“There’s so much currency! The Thirteen Axes were indeed wealthy. Well, this will make things easier for me.” Luo Feng wasn’t particularly thrilled about the money. What excited him was: “So many books—mainly cultivation secrets and techniques, plus some general knowledge books and encyclopedias needed for traveling across the continent.”
As for the techniques and secrets, Luo Feng couldn’t care less.
Having seen thousands of cultivation methods in the “Notes on Space-Time,” he could create superior techniques on his own.
It must be said—
In terms of cultivation, the Blood Luo World was nowhere near the level of the Chaos City, the sacred land of the universe’s cultivators.
“Books on general knowledge and encyclopedias,” Luo Feng casually picked up one. The pages were made of a soft yet durable material. On the cover were three words: “Blood Luo Crystal.”
“I was just wondering about Blood Luo Crystals, and now I have a book that explains them in detail,” Luo Feng was delighted. Compared to this, the money and techniques meant nothing to him. As he walked, he used his mental force to scan the book, rapidly absorbing its contents.
Blood Luo Crystal: The treasure of the entire continent.
It possesses incomprehensibly miraculous power.
It is a divine gift bestowed upon the land by the gods.
Only the supreme Immortal Temple above all would occasionally distribute a Blood Luo Crystal to various World Cities. No force, no individual, could produce a Blood Luo Crystal. No one even knew where they came from or how they were formed.
The Blood Luo Crystal can be fused into one’s body, producing miraculous effects! (As for what those effects are, such publicly sold books only speculated; the true effects were not revealed.)
However, not everyone could fuse a Blood Luo Crystal into their body. The requirements for a martial artist were extremely high. Generally speaking, the more kills a martial artist had, the easier it was to fuse a Blood Luo Crystal.
Fusing a Blood Luo Crystal was the dream of every martial artist across the vast continent.
Yet—
Blood Luo Crystals were rare, precious, and scarce!
In the vast continent, the Immortal Temple had established rules: Domain-level (Domain Lord) warriors must fuse a Blood Luo Crystal to qualify as a territory ruler. Ordinary Domain-level warriors could not become lords without one.
World-level (World Lord) warriors must also fuse a Blood Luo Crystal to qualify as World City Lords!
…
Blood Luo Crystals were rare and precious! Fusing even one was difficult.
Fusing one was hard enough. Fusing two increased the physical requirements tenfold. Fusing three increased the requirements a hundredfold! The more you fused, the stricter the demands became!
There was a legend across the continent…
A martial artist who fused three Blood Luo Crystals would gain incomprehensibly miraculous abilities. Such warriors were known as “Blood Warriors.” Blood Warriors could claim the “Blood Luo Medal” in any World City. Each of them was a source of pride for the continent.
A martial artist who fused ten Blood Luo Crystals would become a “Black Warrior,” eligible to claim the rare “Black Blood Luo Medal” from the Immortal Temple.
Blood Warriors were already legendary, appearing only once in countless years.
Black Warriors?
They were purely myth. No one even knew when the last Black Warrior had appeared—if any had ever existed at all, perhaps none had ever emerged in tens of millions of years.
“I see,” Luo Feng closed the book, his heart brimming with joy. “No wonder the reward for earning the title of Blood Warrior is one hundred thousand points, while the reward for fusing a single Blood Luo Crystal is only ten thousand points. The difference in difficulty is clearly enormous.”
He looked up.
Ahead stood the ancient city gate, a hundred feet tall.
They had arrived at Yan Gang Lord City!
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