He stood with his hands behind his back, the golden light around him growing ever brighter. The power of the "Nine Transformations of the Firmament" was driven to its utmost limit, actually condensing a layer of gleaming golden armor over his body.
"Kill!" As those demons rushed close, Qin Shaofeng suddenly spoke.
With a flick of one hand, the Frost Sword instantly left its sheath. A startling Sword Qi howled forth, forcibly blocking the demons' assault!
"What?!"
All the demons widened their eyes. They had clearly never expected a mere human to unleash such terrifying power.
Even the Blood Person's expression changed slightly. He looked at Qin Shaofeng, a trace of wariness flashing through his eyes.
Qin Shaofeng only sneered repeatedly, the Frost Sword whirling through his hand, every strike carrying astonishing force.
Though those demons were fierce, beneath his sword, they were as fragile as clay chickens and porcelain dogs.
In the blink of an eye, the barrier was filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Countless severed demon limbs littered the ground.
Yet Qin Shaofeng remained as immovable as a mountain, his aura not the slightest bit disordered.
"How is this possible? How could my Blood Trial be so easily passed by a mortal like you?"
The Blood Person flew into a rage, two beams of blood-red light shooting from his eyes.
He abruptly stretched out his right hand, and a crimson sun condensed in his palm.
Strange patterns flowed across the sun's surface, radiating a sickening, bloody stench.
"Die!"
With a furious roar, the Blood Person sent the Blood Sun flying from his hand, blasting it straight toward Qin Shaofeng's head.
The Blood Sun carried boundless killing intent. Wherever it passed, even the void trembled.
Qin Shaofeng's gaze sharpened. Without a second thought, he slashed