Old Bastard, Eat My Blade!

Outside the Desolate Temple, deathly silence blanketed the ground.

Lin Zhentian's corpse, split in two, was still seeping icy shards.

The remaining two Black-Robed Killers and Liu Xuan, an outer sect Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, stared fixedly at Sun Yu, their pupils shrunk to pinpoints.

The same thought exploded in all three of their minds.

Lin Zhentian hadn't even lasted a single move. This brat's speed and strength were simply not something a Viscera Refining Realm cultivator could possess!

The two killers retreated explosively in opposite directions with perfect coordination.

Liu Xuan, meanwhile, bit through the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood essence onto his Long Sword. A blinding bloody sword light erupted from the Sword Body. Instead of retreating, he advanced, hurling himself at Sun Yu.

He was risking his life.

He knew he could not outrun that movement technique. He could only hope to buy a moment with his life—or gamble that the brat would underestimate him.

Sun Yu stood where he was, his hands hanging naturally at his sides.

The bloody sword light closed in on his face in an instant.

Sun Yu did not draw his blade. He merely tapped the ground lightly with the tip of his left foot.

His body swayed like rippling water.

Liu Xuan's certain killing strike pierced straight through Sun Yu's afterimage.

"What?!" Liu Xuan's sword missed, leaving his chest wide open.

Sun Yu's true body had already slipped close to Liu Xuan's right side.

There was no technique at all.

Sun Yu's five right fingers curled into a claw and, with a heavy tearing whistle, clamped down on the side of Liu Xuan's face.

His fingers closed tightly like steel rebar.

"Crack!"

Liu Xuan's cheekbone and jaw shattered instantly.

The muscles in Sun Yu's arm suddenly bulged. Gripping Liu Xuan by the head, he smashed it viciously into the hard ground.

"Bang!"

The ground exploded into a small pit half a foot deep.

Liu Xuan's head burst like a rotten watermelon. His headless corpse twitched twice before dying completely.

Sun Yu did not pause. Internal Breath burst from the soles of his feet.

"Whoosh!"

His entire body became a streak of dark gold light as he pursued the killer fleeing to the left.

A distance of thirty paces vanished in the blink of an eye.

Hearing the wind behind him, the killer's scalp went numb. He spun around sharply, swinging two poisoned daggers with both hands, stabbing at Sun Yu's eyes like venomous snakes flicking their tongues.

Sun Yu neither dodged nor evaded.

Both hands shot out, accurately seizing the killer's wrists.

"Riiip!"

An ear-piercing sound of flesh tearing apart rang out.

Sun Yu wrenched both arms outward and actually tore the killer's arms straight off at the shoulders!

"Ahhh!!!" The killer let out a shrill scream as blood sprayed wildly.

Sun Yu casually tossed aside the severed arms, raised his right leg, and drove a front kick into the killer's chest.

"Boom!"

The killer's ribcage collapsed completely. His spine snapped through his back, and his body flew more than ten zhang away, smashing through a Stone Pillar before sliding down into a heap of mangled flesh.

The last killer had already fled a hundred paces away.

The great tendons in Sun Yu's legs tightened, and the ground trembled.

His body instantly broke through the Sound Barrier, kicking up a ring of visible white airwaves.

The killer only saw a blur before Sun Yu was already blocking his path.

"I'll fight you to the death!" Knowing he was doomed, the killer frantically drove the Lead-Mercury Blood of his Half-step Blood Washing Realm to its limit and struck his palm toward Sun Yu's heart.

Expressionless, Sun Yu clenched his right hand into a fist and punched straight into the killer's palm.

Fist and palm collided.

"Bang!"

The killer's arm shattered inch by inch like rotten wood, jagged bone fragments piercing through skin and flesh.

Sun Yu's fist did not lose any momentum. It punched straight through the killer's chest and emerged from his back.

With a casual flick, he threw the corpse to the ground.

In the time it took half an incense stick to burn.

Dozens of Viscera Refining Realm Death Warriors, three Half-step Blood Washing Realm assassins, and one elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

All wiped out.

Severed limbs littered the ground, along with shattered chunks of organs.

Sun Yu stood amid a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, not a single drop staining his coarse linen clothes.

Every drop of blood that came within three feet of him was violently knocked away by the Protective Gang Qi he had deliberately released.

He flicked the blood from his hand and turned to walk out of the Desolate Temple.

Just then.

An utterly terrifying pressure descended without warning.

This pressure was not merely an oppressive aura, but a tangible weight that made the ground beneath Sun Yu's feet creak under the unbearable strain.

Sun Yu stopped.

He did not look up.

Thirty yards ahead, the air twisted violently.

A gaunt old man in a gray cloth Daoist robe approached through the air, his hands clasped behind his back.

With every step the old man took, a ring of tangible, transparent ripples spread through the void beneath his feet.

True Qi released outward, crossing the void on air!

The gaunt old man landed on the ground.

The instant he touched down, the earth within thirty yards of him silently sank three inches.

There was no heartbeat within the old man's body, only a thunderous roar like great rivers surging and rushing.

His blood had transformed, heavy as lead and mercury.

Blood Washing Realm!

And he was no fledgling who had just entered the Blood Washing Realm, but an expert who had steeped himself in it for years, thoroughly fusing all his True Qi with his Lead-Mercury Blood!

The Heavenly Sword Sect's Outer Sect Grand Elder, the Withered Sword Daoist.

The Withered Sword Daoist's eyelids drooped as his gaze swept over the corpses strewn across the ground, finally settling on Liu Xuan's headless body.

There was neither grief nor rage on his face, only lofty indifference.

"A pack of trash. You couldn't even take down a Rogue Cultivator. You deserved to die."

At last, the Withered Sword Daoist raised his eyelids and looked at Sun Yu.

Two sharp sword gleams, almost tangible, shot from his cloudy eyes, stabbing pain into the skin.

Sun Yu stood where he was, both hands tucked into his sleeves.

On the surface, he still appeared to be nothing more than a Viscera Refining Realm martial artist whose vitality had reached its peak, relying entirely on the strength of his fleshly body.

"Boy, you're quite impressive." The Withered Sword Daoist's voice was hoarse, like two rusted iron plates grinding together.

"A natural treasure body, astonishing strength, and you've even mastered an exceedingly rare high-grade movement technique. No wonder Wild Thunder and Liu Xuan fell into your hands."

The Withered Sword Daoist took a step forward.

The air within thirty yards instantly froze solid.

Sun Yu felt an enormous repulsive force squeezing in from every direction, trying to force his legs to bend.

"But in this old man's eyes, you are still dead."

A supremely arrogant sneer curled across the Withered Sword Daoist's shriveled lips.

"No matter how strong the fleshly body is, it is still mortal flesh. Without entering the Blood Washing Realm, one remains an ant. You have no idea what kind of heavenly chasm lies between the Viscera Refining Realm and the Blood Washing Realm."

The Withered Sword Daoist slowly raised his right hand.

His withered index and middle fingers came together in a sword seal.

"Boom!"

The True Qi of the Blood Washing Realm erupted explosively!

The Lead-Mercury Blood within him circulated madly, and vast True Qi burst from his pores, rapidly gathering in midair.

No incantation, no preparation.

In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred translucent three-foot-long swords appeared out of thin air in the void above the Withered Sword Daoist's head!

Every long sword was condensed from pure True Qi, radiating a chillingly sharp edge.

Myriad Transformation Sword Qi!

Heavenly Sword Sect's Ultimate Art.

Over a hundred Sword Qi blades hovered in midair, their tips uniformly aimed at Sun Yu.

Sword Qi crisscrossed the air, carving countless deep gashes into the surrounding ruined walls.

"I don't care which old monster trained you as his pawn. If you kill someone from my Heavenly Sword Sect, you'll pay with your life."

The Withered Sword Daoist's gaze sharpened as he fiercely pressed his sword fingers downward.

"Go!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

More than a hundred True Qi sword blades poured down like a torrential rain, tearing through the air with piercing shrieks as they swept toward Sun Yu to shred him apart.

They were so fast that they sealed off every route of retreat.

Sun Yu stood beneath the rain of swords.

He still did not reveal his Blood Washing Realm cultivation.

Facing a sword formation capable of mincing a Third-rank Beast into Meat Paste, the great tendons in Sun Yu's legs suddenly contracted.

His figure vanished from where he stood in an instant.

"Boom!"

More than a hundred sword blades slammed viciously into the spot where Sun Yu had just been standing.

The ground was instantly blasted into a massive pit over thirty feet across and fifteen feet deep, dirt flying everywhere.

Sun Yu's afterimage appeared at the edge of the pit.

Before he could steady himself, the Withered Sword Daoist snorted coldly and swept his sword fingers sideways.

The sword blades that had yet to dissipate within the pit actually turned back through the air, as though they had grown eyes, and pounced on Sun Yu again.

"Your movement technique is decent, but can you really evade my Myriad Transformation Sword Qi?"

The Withered Sword Daoist stood with his hands behind his back, utterly motionless.

He needed only devote a sliver of his focus to controlling the sword blades to force Sun Yu into a desperate corner.

Blood Washing Realm: True Qi released outward, divine sense locking onto the enemy.

Sun Yu darted wildly through the dense sword blades.

His afterimages merged into a blur.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A few sword blades occasionally grazed his body, striking his Dark Gold skin membrane and sending dazzling sparks flying.

Though the sword blades could not directly cut through the Cold Iron Demonic Body, the terrifying force of their vibrations still made Sun Yu's blood and qi churn.

He could only rely on the agility of Swimming Dragon Steps and the explosive power of Giant Spirit Trample, weaving and dodging through the gaps between the sword blades.

"Let's see how long you can scurry around like a rat."

With scorn in his eyes, the Withered Sword Daoist changed the position of his sword fingers once more.

The sword blades in midair instantly split apart, multiplying from one hundred to two hundred.

The Sword Qi grew even denser, completely sealing off the thirty-foot space around Sun Yu.

Like a meat grinder, the sword formation steadily contracted.

Sun Yu's movements were forced slower and slower.

As he dodged, he observed the Withered Sword Daoist's attack pattern.

"True Qi released outward, forming tangible attacks. It really is powerful," Sun Yu thought to himself.

With such methods, no Viscera Refining Realm martial artist, no matter how strong their physical body, could get within even half a step of the Withered Sword Daoist. They could only be worn to death alive.

But Sun Yu was not in the Viscera Refining Realm.

He stomped down hard, forcibly withstanding the slashes of two sword blades. Borrowing their force, he slid backward thirty feet and withdrew from the center of the sword formation.

Sun Yu came to a stop.

His coarse linen clothes had already been sliced with more than a dozen cuts by the Sword Qi, yet the skin and flesh beneath remained completely unharmed.

He raised his head and looked at the Withered Sword Daoist.

"Not running anymore?" the Withered Sword Daoist mocked. "I thought your body could withstand this Myriad Transformation Sword Qi."

Sun Yu rolled his neck, his bones cracking sharply.

He ignored the Withered Sword Daoist's mockery and slowly placed his hand on the hilt of the saber at his waist.

"The Blood Washing Realm truly is different," Sun Yu said evenly.

"The probing is over."

The Withered Sword Daoist frowned slightly. "At death's door, and you're still talking tough."

He could not be bothered to waste any more words. His sword fingers jabbed forward fiercely.

Two hundred Sword Qi merged into one in an instant, forming a gigantic light sword twenty feet long. Carrying the terrifying force to split mountains and sever rivers, it cleaved straight down at the top of Sun Yu's head.

Before the giant sword even arrived, its immense wind pressure had already crushed the ground beneath Sun Yu's feet into inch-by-inch cracks.

Sun Yu gripped the hilt of his blade.

At that moment, he no longer suppressed the blood within his body.

"Rumble!!!"

A profoundly muffled boom suddenly erupted from within Sun Yu's body.

It was like a thousand troops and ten thousand horses charging forward, like muffled thunder rolling through the Ninth Heavens.

Blood as heavy as lead and mercury surged madly through his veins, giving off a deafening roar.

Lead and mercury surged like dragons!

A Blood Washing Realm pressure no weaker than that of the Withered Sword Daoist erupted explosively from Sun Yu's slender body!

And that was not all.

The powerful qi and blood of the Blood Washing Realm instantly activated the Cold Iron Demonic Body's ultimate state.

The ice-blue of Extreme Cold and the scarlet-red Internal Breath of Extreme Yang coiled around Sun Yu's arms like two tangible, raging dragons.

"What?!"

The Withered Sword Daoist's expression changed drastically, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.

"Blood Washing Realm?! You've actually entered the Blood Washing Realm!"

He had never imagined that this Rogue Cultivator before him, who relied entirely on brute physical strength, concealed such terrifying Lead-Mercury Blood within his body!

And those two utterly opposing streams of Internal Breath were so domineering that even he felt his heart pound in alarm.

Sun Yu did not answer.

His right hand suddenly drew his blade.

"Clang!"

The Refined Iron Hunting Knife left its sheath.

There was not a single flashy move.

Gripping the knife with both hands, Sun Yu faced the gigantic light sword cleaving down at him and slashed upward from below!

The Internal Breath of the Blood Washing Realm poured without reservation into the ordinary blade.

The ice-blue and scarlet-red blade radiance intertwined, instantly swelling to thirty feet in length.

"Boom!!!"

The blade radiance and the gigantic light sword collided viciously in midair.

A deafening explosion rang through the night sky.

A terrifying shockwave spread in all directions, uprooting every tree within several hundred feet and reducing the ruined walls of the Desolate Temple to dust in an instant.

The Withered Sword Daoist's Myriad Transformation Sword Qi, which he had been so proud of, shattered inch by inch like fragile ice pillars beneath Sun Yu's violent slash infused with supreme Internal Breath!

Within the explosion's blazing light—

Sun Yu did not pause in the slightest.

He crushed the shockwave beneath his feet, his entire body becoming a red-and-blue streak of deadly light. In an instant, he pierced through the scattered Sword Qi fragments and bore straight toward the Withered Sword Daoist's face.

"Old bastard."

Sun Yu's icy voice exploded beside the Withered Sword Daoist's ear.

"Take my blade!"

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