The Three Corpses Devil Lord's face twisted like an evil ghost's, black blood seeping from his seven orifices and smearing his entire face.
Seeing the blood rainbow streak through the sky toward him, he roared and deployed a Bone Shield. The corpse runes on its surface had barely lit up before the Nirvana Blood Rainbow pierced straight through it!
Amid the flying bone fragments, his pupils abruptly contracted-the breath of death had already stabbed into the space between his brows!
"Enough."
On the Troop Muster Platform, Sword Fool, the vanguard's Deputy Commander, flicked a finger.
A strand of hazy gray sword qi moved later but arrived first, silently slashing into the leading edge of the blood rainbow.
Clang!
The blood rainbow shattered at the sound, scattering across the sky as a rain of blood.
A powerful backlash traveled along the halberd's shaft. The web of Qing Chen's hand went numb, and he retreated three steps before steadying himself.
The Pojun Battle Halberd hummed and trembled, the blood marks on its tip flickering between bright and dim.
Having escaped death, the Three Corpses Devil Lord collapsed limply on the ground, his entire body shaking like chaff in a sieve.
"Too much killing intent."
Sword Fool withdrew his finger, his voice as still as an ancient well. "Although the Military Grand Martial Competition allows a quota of deaths, someone doesn't necessarily have to die."
A sharp light flashed through Chan Master Xuanshan's eyes. He clapped his hands and chuckled.
"What talent for the blood path! To draw upon a thread of the power of heaven and earth at the late Golden Core stage-such a solid foundation is truly rare.
"That boy Wuchen certainly recommended an unpolished gem to this old monk. The position of Deputy Gentleman of the Palace wasn't wasted on