Players: All NPCs in the Sect Are Moles

Chapter 399: Chapter 380: A Sea of Blood Counts as a River

"With this treasure of mine, the fruit of a hundred years of painstaking effort, if we fight to the death today, the victor is far from decided!"

Mr. Corpse Mark’s long hair whipped about as a monstrous aura of corpse qi billowed from his body.

Brimming with confidence, he reached for his waist.

’If I just ring the Corpse-Chasing Bell, this Undying Bone, along with the other Nascent Souls, might be able to help me break free!’

However.

His fingers only grasped his empty robes.

The savage smile on Mr. Corpse Mark’s face instantly froze.

???

Mr. Corpse Mark fumbled at his waist again.

Huh???

’Wait!! Where’s my bell?!!’

"DING-A-LING—!"

A clear, pleasant ringing suddenly echoed from atop the black coffin on the other side.

It was followed by the tyrannical roar of a corpse he knew all too well!

"ROAR—!!"

Now under someone else’s control, the Undying Bone’s eyes turned to its former master, Corpse Mark.

’What...’

Corpse Mark looked up in horror, his vision completely filled by a monstrous, giant palm.

BOOM!!

This heavy blow, packed with the physical might of the Undying Bone, caused the air to implode with a deafening crack!

PTHOO!

Half of Mr. Corpse Mark’s face was completely shattered, and his protective corpse qi burst as teeth and shredded flesh sprayed from his mouth.

Everything that had just happened left Mr. Celestial Sword and the others completely stunned.

’Seriously, are you just here to mess with us? And isn’t the Corpse-Chasing Bell a life-bound treasure tied to your very soul?!’

’Not even a Divinity Transformation Cultivator could have silently erased the imprint and seized control so instantly!’

’Just what kind of monsters are these people?!’

"Retreat!! Burn your blood essence and break out with all your might!!"

Mr. Celestial Sword acted instantly. He wrapped himself and the others in sword light, abandoning the heavily injured Corpse Mark and preparing to flee as a streak of light.

Clutching his ruined face, Mr. Corpse Mark scrambled desperately to keep up with the main group.

However, a roar exploded in their ears: "You bastards!! Your granddaddy’s here!!"

Shi Gandang unleashed a Divine Technique mandatory for any main tank.

[Divine Power: Forced Taunt]—Activate!

And just like that, the skill’s mechanics temporarily hijacked the bodies of Mr. Celestial Sword and the others!

"What’s happening?!"

Mr. Celestial Sword, who had been fleeing at top speed, was horrified to find his body tracing a bizarre arc through the air. He was forced to a screeching halt and then... forced to turn around!

It wasn’t just their bodies. In that instant, the fear in their hearts was replaced by a boundless, inexplicable rage that surged up from within.

"Bastard! If you’re looking to die, I’ll be happy to oblige!!"

Mr. Celestial Sword’s eyes were bloodshot, his reason consumed by rage. The lifespan he had just been burning to escape was now fully converted into fuel for his attack!

"I offer a hundred years of my life to sharpen the Celestial Sword! Human-Sword Unity: Celestial Punishment!!"

The old woman from the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons also let out a piercing shriek as her life-bound Gu King exploded into the Five Poison Extinction Mist. The old monk from the Golden Light Temple, now looking like a crazed demon, turned his holy light into a deadly blade! The remaining Nascent Soul cultivators all joined the assault!

Shen Nong watched the sky-filling poison mist, a look of delight in his eyes.

He casually scattered a handful of seeds. "Go on, my children. It’s time to eat."

Gorging Vines!

BOOM!

Countless thick vines shot toward the sky. They greedily devoured the poison mist, their size swelling madly until, in the blink of an eye, they formed a green rampart connecting heaven and earth, consuming every last trace of the poisonous mist!

Meanwhile, on the main battlefield, Shi Gandang faced the incoming Celestial Sword not by retreating, but with a heaven-shaking, maniacal laugh.

"Bring it on!!"

[Prison-Suppression Bright King Dharma Aspect - Open!]

A Giant Spirit Dharma Aspect clad in heavy black iron armor rose from the ground. Then, Shi Gandang did something no one could comprehend.

His body twisted as he actively fused himself into the giant hammer in his hands. Then, with his body as the iron and his will as the hammer...

[Self-Forging: Sword Transformation!]

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Colossal sounds like the forging of iron rang out between heaven and earth. With each strike, Shi Gandang’s aura doubled in power!

By the time the Celestial Sword arrived, he was no longer a man, but a... colossal, sky-spanning sword!

BOOM!!!

The Forced Taunt’s duration ended.

Snapping back to his senses, Xuehe looked upon the chaotic scene of gods and demons clashing and was scared out of his wits.

"Madmen! They’re all madmen!!"

His body instantly disintegrated into a monstrous sea of blood as he attempted to scatter and flee!

[Divine Power: Endless Sea of Blood]!

As long as a single drop of blood escaped, he could use it to be reborn!

Lin Qingfeng looked at the sky-filling sea of blood and smiled faintly.

"A sea of blood? Isn’t that just a river?"

"Come on out, River God."

VMMMM—!

A peculiar ripple swept across the entire battlefield.

Xuehe discovered in terror that the countless drops of blood he had transformed into had all... solidified, completely beyond his control!

Trapped within, even his thoughts grew sluggish.

And in the center of that filthy sea of blood, a giant, somewhat languid man with a halo over his head slowly emerged.

He squinted and spoke in a sluggish voice:

"Oh my... why is this river red...? It smells so foul..."

Before Xuehe could even process who this sacred being was,

Lin Qingfeng made a grasping motion with one hand and "tossed" the colossal sword that was Shi Gandang—along with the seventy-two sword lights behind him—directly into the domain of blood at the River God’s feet!

"River God! My sword fell in the river!!" Lin Qingfeng shouted.

The River God slowly blinked. His sluggish voice, exceptionally bizarre on the tense battlefield, sounded again: "Oh, young... woodsman..."

"Did you drop... this golden sword... or this silver sword... or this... ordinary iron sword?"

As his voice faded, a law of reality descended!

The single colossal sword instantly split!

One blazed with boundless golden light! One shone with a chilling, silvery gleam! One was heavy and forged of black iron!

This wasn’t a multiple-choice question; it was a death sentence!

"Since you are so honest... I shall... give them all to you..."

VMMMM—!!!

Space itself trembled!

The might of that one sword had, in an instant, become threefold the destruction!

Two hundred and sixteen terrifying greatswords, each capable of slaying a Nascent Soul, instantly filled the entire sky and came crashing down!

Now free from the taunt, Mr. Celestial Sword looked up in despair at the sword rain blotting out the sky. The Celestial Sword in his hand nearly clattered to the ground.

’How the fuck... are we supposed to fight this?!!’

As for the once-monstrous, filthy sea of blood, not a single drop remained.

Xuehe, along with his entire sea, had been utterly drained dry, leaving behind nothing but unnaturally clean air.

The River God clapped his hands in satisfaction and gave a languid yawn. "Ahhh... much cleaner now... but it seems I’ve used up all my energy... So sleepy, it’s naptime again..."

With that, he turned into a streak of light and vanished behind Lin Qingfeng, once again becoming that barely perceptible spirit at his back.

However, the vast sea of two hundred and sixteen greatswords he had left behind had now coalesced into a raging dragon of Sword Qi, which roared as it charged!

"Block it!! If we don’t, we die!!" Mr. Celestial Sword shrieked, the corners of his eyes splitting. "I’ll risk it all!! I’ll take you down with me!!"

The few remaining old Nascent Soul experts went completely berserk, bringing out all their treasures and frantically burning their blood essence for one last, desperate struggle.

Just then.

The gloomy young man who had been lying on the giant beast’s back, Wang Xian, finally opened his eyes.