If They're Not Breathing, Doesn't That Mean They're Dead?

The dharma form wreathed in Chaos Mist emerged behind Jiang Chuan.

An aura of destruction, extinction, and death flowed from the dharma form's left eye, as though it contained a world on the brink of ruin.

Clang!

A blood-colored blade light flew from the right eye of Jiang Chuan's dharma form.

Though it was called blade light, only the vague outline of a blade could be seen. Rather than blade light, it looked more like a mass of fiercely burning blood-colored flame.

Upon closer inspection, streak after streak of blood-colored thunder was born within it. It seemed neither blade light nor flame, but Heaven's wrath unleashed by an enraged firmament, intent on exterminating every living being that dared defy the heavens.

"Blade like Heaven's wrath! What a dharma-form divine ability! Ghost Rain!"

A Dark Red Sword Light appeared in Seven Swords King's hand as he slashed out.

Wuu! Wuu! Wuu!

It was as if the Ghost Gate had opened, and a hundred thousand vicious ghosts were wailing.

A strange scene appeared within the Dark Red Sword Light Seven Swords King had unleashed.

Lead-gray clouds blanketed the sky as pitch-black raindrops fell from above.

Upon the blood-colored earth, demonic beasts and human cultivators were locked in savage battle, forming a scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, gruesome beyond measure.

The Dark Red Sword Light seemed to have been born from boundless slaughter, bringing slaughter and despair to all living beings.

"Seven Swords King had branded the great battle of the past into his heart and created this sword strike!"

The instant he saw the sword light, Jiang Chuan understood the Divine Marrow of this strike.

Boom!

The blood-colored blade light collided with the Dark Red Sword Light. The Dark Red Sword Light exploded, while the blade light continued