Patriarch Styx

Indra, still unaware of the danger, continued arrogantly: "I said, so what of the Three Pure Ones? Before my Patriarch, they are nothing!"

"Courting death!"

Xuanqing roared in anger.

Having bowed at Yuanshi's feet tens of thousands of years ago, Xuanqing already saw himself and the future Chan Sect as one, and Indra's words were far too disrespectful!

He held nothing back. The vast Xuan Qi he had originally reserved for escape was instantly mobilized.

Xuanqing formed a seal with his left hand while gripping his sword in his right.

A green energy sphere rapidly took shape in his palm, growing larger and larger.

The surrounding space began to warp violently under the strain of this power, even brushing against a trace of that legendary law force above the Sages.

Indra's arrogant expression suddenly froze.

Because he felt a lethal threat!

The attack Xuanqing unleashed was something Indra had never encountered.

How could a Golden Immortal release such a terrifying strike?

"You—"

Just as Indra started to speak, Xuanqing had already thrust the energy sphere forward.

"I did not wish to fight, but since it has come to this, life or death is no longer up to you!"

Xuanqing shouted softly.

The green Xuan Qi sphere spun as it blasted toward Indra.

Its speed was immense.

Indra's pupils contracted sharply.

This blow—he absolutely could not take it head-on!

He tried to dodge, only to find the surrounding space locked by that Xuan Qi, rendering him immobile.

"Damn it!"

Indra bellowed.

He held nothing back. Behind him, a colossal phantom suddenly emerged, towering ten thousand zhang tall.

The phantom had three heads and six arms, with a cyan face and fanged tusks, radiating a monstrous Blood Qi and murderous intent.

It was the Asura clan's innate divine ability—the Asura Battle Form!

With the appearance of the Battle Form, Indra's aura surged, instantly breaking through the shackles of the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm, vaguely reaching a higher level.

His four arms raised high, drawing endless filthy demonic power from the Blood Sea, which converged above his head into a massive blood-colored long blade.

"Asura, Slash!"

Indra roared, swinging the enormous blood-colored blade down at the green Xuan Qi sphere.

Xuanqing was startled at the sight of the massive Asura phantom.

It suddenly dawned on him.

Patriarch Styx should have only created the Asura race after Nüwa created humanity, drawing insight from that event.

How did they exist now? And even Indra, one of the Four Great Demon Generals, had appeared?

Could it be that his own arrival had triggered some butterfly effect?

But there was no time to ponder now.

Xuan Qi and the blood-colored blade light frantically corroded and annihilated each other.

At the boundary where the two forces clashed, space was torn into pitch-black fissures, revealing the underlying chaos.

Xuanqing grunted, feeling a tremendous force rebound against him, his blood and Qi churning.

After all, he was merely a Golden Immortal, while Indra, empowered by the Asura Battle Form, had burst forth with power nearing the threshold of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.

In a direct clash, he was definitely at a disadvantage.

"No good, I can't win!" Alarm bells rang in Xuanqing's mind.

Without hesitation, he willed it, and a Taoist Robe shimmering with soft Xuan Huang light instantly draped over him.

The Xuan De Merit Robe!

Having done this, Xuanqing prepared to endure the remaining shockwave and then turn and flee. As long as the green hills remain, one need not worry for firewood. Fighting a madman in his own home territory was far too unwise.

Yet, at the very center of the collapsing energy, the blood-colored blade light ultimately prevailed, overpowering the green Xuan Qi and carrying its residual force down toward Xuanqing's head!

A vicious grin had already spread across Indra's face.

Xuanqing had also pushed his dharma power to its limit, bracing for the fierce blow.

But in that critical moment—

"Swish!"

A faint sound of something tearing through the air came from deep within the Blood Sea.

Immediately after, a blood-colored sword shadow, moving at an extreme speed, arrived first despite being launched later, appearing instantly before that blood-colored blade light.

The sword shadow twisted lightly.

That enormous blade light, capable of splitting mountains and severing seas, unleashed with full force by Indra, shattered like paper in an instant!

It dissolved into Blood Fiend Qi, returning to the Blood Sea below.

The entire process was smooth and effortless.

The smile on Indra's face froze instantly, turning into shock.

Xuanqing was also stunned, raising his head in surprise to look toward the depths of the Blood Sea.

"Boom—"

The entire Nether Blood Sea began to churn violently.

A massive vortex formed at the center of the Blood Sea.

Then, a colossal head, beyond words to describe, slowly rose from the vortex.

The head bore a weathered face, eyes tightly shut, with blood-red hair cascading like a waterfall, merging into the Blood Sea. Its skin was pale, but at the center of its brow was a vermilion mark like cinnabar.

Just a single head—its emanating pressure made the entire world tremble.

Xuanqing's pupils contracted.

He recognized that sword shadow just now.

Yuantu Sword!

Then, the identity of this enormous head before him was self-evident.

Patriarch Styx!

This was one of the most ruthless top-tier figures in the Honghuang.

Born from Pangu's tainted blood, taking form in the Nether Blood Sea, accompanied by two top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures—Yuantu and Abhi—along with the Twelve Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus.

He championed the path of slaughter, "kill heaven, kill earth, kill all beings." Though he rarely left the Blood Sea, anyone who dared provoke him would face an unending, life-or-death struggle.

The Asura Clan he created—males ugly, females stunningly beautiful, born with a love for battle—was a premier fighting race in the Honghuang.

Xuanqing felt that the pressure from this head's incarnation was even stronger than when he had encountered Demon Master Kunpeng at Kunlun Mountain.

"P-Patriarch!"

The moment Indra saw that enormous head, all his battle intent and killing aura vanished without a trace, replaced only by fear from the depths of his soul.

He hurriedly withdrew his Asura Battle Form, descended from midair, and knelt respectfully on the Blood Sea, his entire body trembling.

"Indra, one of the Four Demon Generals, pays respects to the Patriarch!"

Patriarch Styx's enormous head slowly opened its eyes.

What kind of eyes were those?

Eternal blood light shrouded them.

His gaze first fell upon Indra.

"The Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain should weigh their own worth?"

An icy voice directly resounded in Indra's mind.

Hearing this, Indra trembled even more violently, his head buried low, and he hurriedly said, "Patriarch, forgive me! Disciple... disciple merely spoke rashly in a moment of madness, blinded by killing intent! Disciple deserves death ten thousand times over!"

Now, he regretted it to the marrow of his bones.

Patriarch Styx hated comparisons the most, and Indra knew he had touched the Patriarch's taboo this time.

"Our Asura Clan can be wild, can be proud, but must never be foolish."

"Saying things you cannot do—that is foolishness."

The moment the words fell.

Patriarch Styx's eyes shot out two thin beams of blood light, instantly striking Indra's right arm.

"Ah!"

Indra let out a miserable scream.

His entire right arm, along with the shoulder blade, vanished into nothingness in the blood light, not even a single drop of blood spilling out.

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