Shadow Race Xue Lian

The next moment, Zhang Tie's Blood Qi boiled, and dense black lightning flickered across his body like spirit snakes slithering beneath his skin.

With a fierce push of both hands, countless streams of sword qi flashing with black lightning erupted from his palms. Each strand carried the destructive aura of Chaos Divine Thunder, weaving together in midair into a sword net that blotted out the sky.

This sword net, formed from lightning and Blood Qi, was like a gigantic beast baring its fangs and claws as it shot toward the Blood Demon Race youth with unstoppable force.

The sword qi tore through the air with sharp, piercing shrieks. Wherever it passed, space was sliced open like shattered glass, leaving behind tiny yet deep cracks.

"Ah! Ah! Aah! Ah..." The Blood Demon Race youth's miserable screams echoed throughout the arena. He tried to use a secret technique to defend himself, but countless streams of sword qi pierced through his supposedly formidable demonic body like arrows breaking through clouds, pinning him firmly against the formation barrier.

His body was riddled with holes under the combined shredding of sword qi and divine thunder. Dark purple demonic blood rained down, rising into clouds of bloody mist in the air.

Several breaths later, as his screams gradually faded, the Blood Demon Race youth's life force completely dispersed. His body hung limply as Zhang Tie slowly withdrew the sword qi surrounding him.

Zhang Tie stepped through the air and flew before the youth, a trace of satisfaction flashing through his eyes.

Looking down at the corpse riddled with holes, he was secretly astonished. Previously, his Blood Qi Sword Transformation technique could easily handle low-level cultivators, but it had seemed somewhat lackluster when facing cultivators of the same realm.

Now that he had reached the Primordial Chaos