Metamorphosis, Seven Kill Blood Transformation Divine Blade!

Slap!

Zhao Hu instinctively blocked with his Ghost Head Blade.

Focusing his gaze, he found a scratch left on the blade's handle—clearly, what had just happened was no illusion.

Zhao Hu's heart jolted with shock, and he quickly turned his head to look behind him.

In that instant, Liang Qisheng's Sha Qi roiled around him, killing intent surging through his entire body.

Blade intent was fierce; countless tiny blade auras sprayed from within him.

Pat, pat...

For a moment, it was like rain striking the earth—shallow blade marks were left on the ground, the walls, and even the roof.

The scene around him left Senior Brother Zhao Hu utterly stunned. His eyes went wide as saucers, staring at the clear traces, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.

"What kind of sin has been committed here?"

"...This kid is merely at the Flesh Refining realm—how are these blade auras forming?"

In Yama Gate, Zhao Hu was clearly a true disciple of the sect.

He understood the rules and heritage of the executioner lineage.

Back then, he too had endured the spiritual trial of this decapitation ghost blade, but that was merely the killing nature flooding the body, detonating the spirit.

Using the demon blade's killing nature to temper the spirit, achieving unity of man and blade to refine the body.

Nothing like what he saw now—it was utterly inconceivable.

Clearly, Liang Qisheng was receiving the inheritance of this demon blade.

Having stayed in Yama Gate for so long, Zhao Hu had never heard of such a thing; it was baffling.

By rights, he was also a guide.

But Liang Qisheng's current transformation was completely different from his own experience and that of everyone else who had undergone the blade's trial—this was why he was so full of questions.

Meanwhile, regardless of the commotion outside, Inside Liang Qisheng's mind, the terrifying blood-red Seven Kill Stele suddenly appeared, standing motionless and blocking the way.

On the stele's surface, seven iron-hook silver-stroke "kill" characters writhed and twisted constantly, beams of red light spraying from them—those red lights were the fearsome blade auras.

"Heaven and Earth are ruthless, treating all things as straw dogs."

"Seven Kill Blade Intent! Kill! Kill! Kill..."

Blade intent ran rampant, killing nature surged.

Seeing this situation, the Merit Points in his mind chimed with a "ding."

Within the data, the percentage representing the Decapitation Blade Technique reached 100%.

This technique, after three months, had finally reached the Great Perfection realm in Liang Qisheng's hands.

Then, in Liang Qisheng's eyes, the Decapitation Blade Technique suddenly blurred; the original characters gradually faded, and the name above changed again—

Seven Kill Blood Transformation Divine Blade.

A blood-red blade aura shot up, as if piercing through Liang Qisheng's sea of consciousness.

All the various demons and monsters formed by the surging killing intent, blocking his path, wailed and dissolved into nothingness under this blood-red blade aura.

"Slash!"

Facing the terrifying giant blood-red skull once more, Liang Qisheng felt no fear in his heart; he let out a sharp shout.

Instantly, a red light slashed out, blazing brilliantly.

The giant skull split from the middle, directly cleaving into two halves, gradually dissipating into the air.

"Did it succeed? The Decapitation Blade Technique is finally perfected."

This blood-red slash seemed to drain Liang Qisheng's essence, energy, and spirit, leaving his aura low.

Liang Qisheng's eyes were filled with exhaustion, his spirit wilted, and his entire presence dropped to a low point.

The Decapitation Blade Technique had absorbed the killing intent of the Seven Kill Stele, reaching Great Perfection and transforming into the Seven Kill Blood Transformation Divine Blade. That blood-red slash just now had directly drawn all the blood energy from his body.

He only had the power for that one slash; he couldn't execute it again.

The power of that blood-red slash left even Liang Qisheng himself shocked.

The Merit Points had still played their role; he hadn't expected that the blade intent imprinted on the Seven Kill Stele would actually be obtained by him, triggering a further transformation of the Decapitation Blade Technique.

Of course, he was also grateful in his heart.

He had first used Merit Points to forcibly refine this Seven Kill Blade.

Otherwise, facing the overwhelming killing thoughts that formed demons, monsters, and the blood-fiend skull, with his current realm and frail body, he would almost certainly have died.

But now, everything had settled; his consciousness returned to his body.

"Reborn anew."

Excellent!

Consciousness returned, and Liang Qisheng focused most intently on the information in his mind.

He had no idea what exactly had changed.

"Name: Liang Qisheng

Realm: Flesh Refining, Mid Stage.

Lifespan: 68 years.

Cultivation Method: Black Tiger Fist 79%(+)

Seven Kills Blood-Transforming Divine Blade! (Contains blade intent, exceeds current bearing realm, sealed)

Auxiliary: Hundred Herb Scripture!

Merit: 28!"

This display made Liang Qisheng involuntarily draw a deep breath.

He could clearly feel how perilous that moment had been.

"The loss of Merit Points this time was too great."

"I barely had enough—truly a close call!"

To put it bluntly, the Merit Points consumed this time were the most Liang Qisheng had ever spent, far exceeding what he had used on the Black Tiger Fist before.

Liang Qisheng pondered inwardly, vowing to accumulate more Merit Points in the future whenever possible, to prepare for unforeseen needs.

However, his realm had somehow, without his notice, silently broken through to Flesh Refining, Mid Stage.

And the Decapitation Blade Technique had merged with this Seven Kills will, transforming into the "Seven Kills Blood-Transforming Divine Blade."

Just hearing the name carried a rolling tide of blood, a terrifying aura of Sha Qi and killing intent rushing toward him.

Since he had managed to comprehend this Seven Kills blade intent, even if it had cost a massive amount of Merit Points, it was still no loss for Liang Qisheng.

His entire body felt as though it had been baptized, his blade technique transformed, surpassing its previous level by at least two tiers. The killing intent was now restrained, and his entire will seemed reshaped.

This was a tremendous leap forward.

In all his time in Blade-Casting Town, not only had his strength improved considerably, but his understanding of martial arts had also grown far more thorough.

"This blade intent is clearly something one can only touch upon at a level beyond the four stages of Flesh, Skin, Sinew, and Bone refinement."

"And yet I possess it at the Flesh Refining realm. Though it's temporarily sealed, it's still an exhilarating thing."

Liang Qisheng understood well the principle of "a man is known by the jade he carries."

Ordinary martial artists needed to reach a realm higher than Flesh, Skin, Sinew, and Bone before they could even touch blade intent.

But now, Liang Qisheng had taken the lead, through a stroke of fortune, stepping far ahead of ordinary martial artists.

"Now the Seven Kills Blood-Transforming Divine Blade has turned completely gray."

"...Can't upgrade, can't open, can't transform?"

Liang Qisheng looked at the data.

He noticed that behind the Seven Kills Blood-Transforming Divine Blade, not only was there no (+) sign, but it also displayed (Sealed).

He tried to interact with it, only to find that the Seven Kills Blood-Transforming Divine Blade showed no response at all.

The data seemed frozen solid, and only then did he understand what it meant.

"Junior Brother, you..."

Just as Liang Qisheng's consciousness returned and he lifted his head, he saw Senior Brother Zhao Hu staring at him with a strange expression, his mouth open as if about to ask something.

Boom!

The tightly shut door was suddenly smashed open, and a terrifying wave of Sha Qi surged straight into the room.

The roiling Sha Qi turned into a gale, lifting both their robes high.

Liang Qisheng whipped his head around, meeting a pair of deep, dark eyes.

Those eyes were profound and still, as if trying to pull his gaze into them.

Liang Qisheng's heart jolted, and he quickly averted his eyes.

Only then did he realize that, at some point, an old man had appeared before him.