Bloodline Divine Ability, Heavenly Eye Blood Pupil

"Attack."

A quarter of an hour later, the four teams moved simultaneously.

Guiyuan Sect attacked the south gate, Blood Fiend Devil Sect attacked the west gate, Ten Thousand Sword Villa attacked the east gate, and the City Lord's Mansion forces attacked the north gate.

The four contingents were like four sharp arrows, shot from four directions toward the deathly silent city not far ahead.

Before long.

The south gate was already in sight.

The entire city was shrouded within the Blood Sacrifice Array.

As they approached the city, Chen Xuan clearly felt an invisible energy barrier ahead blocking the team's advance.

Rumble!

Shen Qianqiu struck out with his palm, causing the void to tremble. The invisible energy barrier suddenly rippled with blood-colored rings before being forcibly torn open.

Shen Qianqiu took the lead, passing through the torn opening, with twenty-five disciples following closely behind.

As they crossed the invisible barrier, a cold, sinister aura surged from all directions, like countless invisible hands tugging at everyone's bodies.

"Everyone, circulate your True Qi to protect your bodies; do not let the Blood Sacrifice Array erode you."

Shen Qianqiu's voice rang out in everyone's ears.

The group hurriedly circulated their True Qi to resist the chilling aura in the void.

Chen Xuan also channeled his Vajra True Qi to the surface of his skin, where a pale golden light flickered, isolating the cold aura from his body.

On the streets inside the city, countless corpses lay scattered in every direction—not the bodies of martial artists, but of ordinary civilians.

Men, women, the elderly, and children, all in rags; some had fallen by the roadside, some were slumped over doorsteps, and some still held their children in their arms.

They had died in various ways: some pierced by sharp weapons, others with their internal organs shattered by palm strikes... but they all shared one common trait: their corpses were shriveled and withered, as if all moisture had been drained from them, leaving only skin and bone.

"Animals."

A Guiyuan Sect disciple cursed under his breath, gripping his sword tightly.

Chen Xuan's expression remained calm, but a flash of coldness crossed his eyes.

Fifty or sixty thousand people.

All slaughtered to the last.

This was the Seven Kill Sect—utterly devoid of humanity.

If martial artists fought and killed one another, it was perfectly normal, and no one would say a word.

But to strike at ordinary civilians would invite the resistance of all factions. Even a demonic sect like the Blood Fiend Devil Sect would not dare to commit such an act that angered both heaven and man, lest they be hunted down by all the powers in the world.

Yet, the Seven Kill Sect had no such scruples.

"Don't stop, keep up with me."

Shen Qianqiu, at the head of the team, quickened his pace.

The team advanced along the main street toward the city center.

"The Blood Sacrifice Array has sixteen auxiliary eyes in addition to the core eye. Every time an eye is destroyed, the power of the array diminishes," Shen Qianqiu said, turning to scan the disciples behind him. "You don't need to worry about the core eye. Each small team will split up to find the auxiliary eyes scattered throughout the city and destroy them immediately upon discovery."

"Yes!"

The four teams immediately dispersed in different directions.

"Follow me!"

Tian Wei took the lead, heading toward a street to the east.

Chen Xuan followed closely behind.

In the city center, at the eye of the Blood Sacrifice Array.

This place was originally the City Lord's Mansion of Fenglin City, but it had now been occupied by the Seven Kill Sect.

In the plaza in front of the mansion, a massive array was drawn in blood. The intricate patterns glowed with an eerie red light.

In the center of the array stood a pitch-black longsword—the Seven Kill Sword.

Blood-colored light flowed incessantly across the blade, greedily devouring the blood surging in from all directions, emitting a faint sucking sound like some living creature feeding.

The blood gathered from all parts of the city, flowing continuously into the sword along the spiderweb-like blood-red patterns on the ground.

Beside the Seven Kill Sword sat a young man in his twenties, cross-legged.

He wore a black brocade robe with golden cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs, and a blood-red gemstone the size of a pigeon egg was embedded in the jade belt at his waist.

At this moment, the young man's eyes were tightly shut, his face pale, and the veins on his forehead bulged as if he were enduring some immense agony.

Standing behind him was an elderly man with white hair—the very person who had snatched the Seven Kill Sword at the Treasure Pavilion auction and bathed the Treasure Pavilion in blood: the Vice Sect Master of the Seven Kill Sect, Lin Hanyuan.

Lin Hanyuan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the young man, his eyes filled with both anticipation and worry.

"Reporting to the Vice Sect Master, the people from the Three Great Sects have already entered the city."

A man in black walked over quickly, knelt on one knee, and spoke in a very low voice.

"Understood, you may withdraw."

Lin Hanyuan replied indifferently without turning his head.

The man in black bowed and retreated, disappearing into the blood-colored mist.

The plaza fell silent, leaving only the humming sound of the formation in operation and the faint noise of the Seven Kill Sword devouring blood.

Suddenly, the body of the young man sitting cross-legged jolted violently.

The skin on his forehead began to split open.

This splitting was not the tearing of an injury, but a strange, rhythmic opening, as if something were about to crawl out from within.

Lin Hanyuan's breathing became rapid, his hands clenched involuntarily until his knuckles turned white, and a look of anticipation appeared in his eyes.

"Heavenly Eye Blood Pupil..."

Lin Hanyuan murmured, his voice filled with irrepressible excitement.

It had been over twenty years.

More than twenty years since the Marquis of Tiannan passed away, and for over twenty years, they of the Seven Kill Army had changed their identities, endured in silence, and waited, all for this very day: to see the only bloodline of the Marquis grow up.

The young man's body began to tremble violently, the crack on his forehead growing wider and deeper. An invisible force erupted from within him, spreading outward and whipping up a gale, causing the blood-colored light in the formation to fluctuate wildly.

Then, that eye opened.

It was no ordinary eye.

It was a vertical pupil, like a dark red crystal formed from congealed blood, embedded in the center of the young man's forehead, deep and eerie.

In the depths of the pupil, a blood-colored vortex seemed to be spinning, capable of drawing a person's soul into it.

Divine Ability—Heavenly Eye Blood Pupil.

This was the bloodline divine ability of the Marquis of Tiannan's lineage, or rather, the lineage of Sword Venerable Shasheng. After more than twenty years, it had finally appeared in the world once again.

The young man before him was Xiao Yi, the youngest son of the Marquis of Tiannan.

When the Marquis of Tiannan met with his accident, Xiao Yi was still in his mother's womb, and his name had already been chosen long ago.

Xiao Yi slowly opened his eyes; his ordinary pair of eyes had regained their clarity, but the vertical pupil on his forehead radiated an eerie red light, opening and closing like a living creature.

"Old Lin." Xiao Yi's voice was somewhat hoarse, but his tone was calm: "Have the people from the Three Great Sects entered the city?"

"They have entered the city." Lin Hanyuan knelt on one knee and lowered his head, his tone respectful: "Congratulations to the Young Master for awakening the bloodline divine ability, the Heavenly Eye Blood Pupil. If the Marquis has a spirit in heaven, he can finally rest in peace."

Above supreme techniques are divine arts.

Only by cultivating divine arts can one master divine abilities.

However, in this world, there are martial arts experts who have cultivated divine abilities and are able to pass them down through their bloodline, with a certain chance for their descendants to awaken them.

This is a bloodline divine ability.