"Kunpeng Precious Art."
With a sweep of his blade, the surrounding water vapor seemed to transform into a heaven-devouring Kunpeng, locking down the entire underground palace. It was as though even space trembled and froze; the once-bright world plunged into darkness, while the "giant beast" quietly swam through the deep abyss-like gloom.
"Spirit-Demon Blood Slaughter."
"Art Shift!"
The red-haired cultivator murmured, and his ten fingers instantly transformed into ten blood-colored figures.
The figures charged in all directions. In but an instant, amid a booming roar, the trembling space before them immediately stilled, while the boundless water vapor was churned into thick fog by the blood qi.
Within the fog, something terrifying seemed to be striding forward.
Its voice was like a drum.
It shook the soul.
The great ghost's eyes within the mist flashed red.
Amid the haze, countless golden feathers appeared before him, seemingly gathering into a heavenly blade that would slay the terror walking in the darkness.
Hiss!
The blade fell,
Baleful Intent rose,
The void surged, and heaven and earth brightened.
Beneath the blade light, that figure gradually faded like illusory moonlight. Only silver radiance spilled down, yet fresh blood visibly welled up within that silver glow.
Like venomous snakes, blood arrows climbed along the blade light toward its long handle. Given the slightest chance, they would bore into the wielder's body and gnaw through his five viscera and six bowels.
He shook the long handle, and the Dao weapon blazed brilliantly.
As he shifted his move, the blood-red arrow light simultaneously turned into a curtain of light.
"Kill!"
The golden blade shattered into three thousand feathers, reborn as a heavenly roc to cleave the river of blood.
The supreme golden roc, like claws of blue-gold iron, tore open the dusk before it in a single strike.