The combined eruption of this baleful aura and killing intent had created the scene before them.
After all, Lu Hao had slaughtered endlessly to improve himself. He had probably killed more Earth Cave martial artists than even a grandmaster had.
Lu Hao looked at the blood-red blade in his hand. It appeared crystal clear and translucent. This was the manifestation of his mental power. If he obtained a divine weapon later on,
he could fuse his manifested mental power into it and greatly increase its might. Unfortunately, Lu Hao did not have a divine weapon right now.
Otherwise, with the boost a divine weapon provided, he might even be able to exchange a few blows with a Rank Seven.
Lu Hao looked at the crystalline Big Ring Blade before him. Since it had become his mental power manifestation, he could not keep calling it the Big Ring Blade. It needed a suitably impressive name.
Godslayer Blade.
Lu Hao settled on that name. After all, in the future, he would rely on this blade to cleave the Three Realms apart, stroke by stroke, and carve out an age of prosperity.
Just like the scene he had manifested, he would cut down every one of those old fossils.
Having decided on its name, Lu Hao wasted no more time. He poured all his killing intent and baleful aura into the Godslayer Blade to nurture it.
Then he stored the Godslayer Blade inside his Blood Qi Gate.
Lu Hao examined the changes in himself.
He felt uncomfortable all over, as though air were leaking out of him. No, it was not air—his energy was escaping.
Before he manifested the Three-Focus Gate, he had been unable to sense this leakage at all. Only now that he had manifested it could he detect these changes.