The freak, shrouded in a bloodthirsty aura, sneered and finally moved.
He took a step forward, and his entire body transformed into a streak of blood-red light, enveloped in a dense Blood Baleful Law, sweeping upwards from the bottom of the Immortal Ladder.
"Boom!"
Wherever he went, all the cultivators who stood in his way, whether Sage or Sage King, were crushed into blood mist by that layer of Blood Baleful Law.
"Ah!"
"No!"
"What the hell is this thing?! He... he directly refined those people!"
"He, he's the Blood Baleful King! Run!"
"He has slain several Sage King, and even a top- Heavenly Pride Prodigy Ranking! He recently refined an ancient star, causing the tragic deaths of millions!"
On the Immortal Ladder, the cultivators scattered in terror, but could not escape the streak of blood-red light.
The man fought his way to the peak before finally stopping. His body blazed with crimson light, radiating a torrent of bloodthirsty energy, like a blood demon descending.
"The first meditation cushion is mine!"
" The Immortal Stele belongs to me!"
He laughed loudly, then suddenly rushed towards the prayer mat.
However, just as he was about to sit down, a sword light slashed across the sky.
The sword light was extremely simple, without any frills, unusual phenomena, or even fluctuations in aura, just like casually shaving off a bamboo leaf.
But that sword light flashed by in the bloody light.
puff.
The Bloodthirsty Freak's smile froze on his face.
His body split in two, slowly breaking apart, and crashed onto the fifth step, turning into two dissipating clouds of blood mist.
"Hiss!"
After a brief silence on the Immortal Ladder, an incredulous exclamation erupted. "Who? Who made the move? That's the Bloodthirsty Prodigy who has slain several Sage King! His fearsome reputation is infamous!"
"Just one sword strike? Not even a chance to fight back?!"
All eyes turned to the few motionless figures at the bottom of the Immortal Ladder.
The Five-Crown King had somehow already reached the ninety-eighth floor.
He now held an ancient-looking longsword, its blade still stained with blood.
He glanced down at the headless corpse that had rolled onto the steps, and said indifferently, "Too slow."
The Five-Crown King withdrew his finger, his gaze calm as still water. "This futon is not for just anyone to sit on."
He stepped onto the Immortal Ladder.
They walked slowly, taking each step steadily.
But with each step he took, the laws governing those steps were crushed by his Sword Intent, turning into wisps of grayish-white dust that drifted behind him.
When did he go up there?
"I couldn't see it at all!"
Below the Heavenly Ladder, everyone's expression changed. " Five-Crown King... is this the strength to dominate the rankings for five eras?"
Everyone witnessed this man's strength, yet he still died at the hands of the Five-Crown King.
Even among extraordinary beings, there are different levels.
Another figure rushed up from below.
It was a burly, bald man, his entire body enveloped in dark golden Buddhist light, holding a miniature version of Mount Fo in his palm, his aura extremely terrifying.
"I am the Combat Sage Monk of Heavenly Buddha Temple! Five-Crown King, come and learn from my superior skills!"
He suddenly hurled the Five-Finger Buddha Mountain, and the entire mountain transformed into a golden radiance that pressed down upon the Five-Crown King.
His aura was overwhelming, and his combat power was extremely strong. He once dominated one side and swept away countless monsters.
The Five-Crown King remained expressionless.
A horizontal slash with the longsword.
The golden Foshan Mountain is divided in two, with a smooth, mirror-like cut.
The sword's momentum continued unabated, and the Combat Sage Monk's golden Buddha-light body was also sliced open, splitting him in two and causing him to fall down the Heavenly Ladder.
Another challenger has fallen.
Below the Heavenly Ladder, everyone's faces turned deathly pale. "The gap is too vast... Even among prodigies, there are different levels..."
Someone gritted their teeth. " Blood Baleful King and Combat Sage Monk are already considered top figures of this generation, but they couldn't even last a single round against the Five-Crown King?"
"So what if you're Five-Crown King? I'm going to fight for it today!"
Some people, refusing to believe it, rushed up to the Five-Crown King.
"I'll do it!"
"Me too!"
"I don't believe you can keep blocking forever!"
One figure after another rushed towards the Five-Crown King.
These people have an invincible spirit and self-confidence in order to attain enlightenment.
Some were vying for the first prayer mat, some wanted to test the gap between themselves and the legendary Five-Crown King, and others simply wanted to see just how strong this monster who had dominated the rankings for five eras really was.
Without exception, none of them could withstand a single blow from the Five-Crown King.
Wherever the sword light passed, blood mist rose continuously.
On the Immortal Ladder, those once-dominant demons fell one after another like wheat.
The Immortal Ladder beneath the Five-Crown King's feet had been stained dark red. His robes remained clean, without a single drop of blood on them.
Just how strong is the Five-Crown King?
Someone else has logged in!
It was a mysterious freak shrouded in gray mist, its face obscured. Its movements were accompanied by ancient runes, and amidst the intertwining runes, phantoms of ancient Gods and Devils appeared.
" Ancient Devil-Sealing Physique... This is an ancient freak slumbering deep within a forbidden zone."
As soon as the Gray Mist Monster made its move, countless ancient restrictions filled the sky, sealing off the space around the Five-Crown King layer by layer.
The Five-Crown King raises his sword.
One sword can shatter all laws.
The gray mist was cleaved apart by the Sword Qi, revealing a face filled with astonishment beneath it.
Another sword strike.
The chest of that strange freak was pierced, and the gray mist completely dissipated.
The Five-Crown King sheathed his sword and stood on the ninety-ninth step, his fierce aura soaring to the sky as he looked down at everyone below.
Who else?
The three words carried a heavy, oppressive weight, a weight that had settled over time, making everyone present feel breathless.
Below the Heavenly Ladder, everyone looked at each other.
No one dared to climb up there anymore.
The Five-Crown King stood there like an insurmountable monument.
Someone whispered, "Could it be... that no one can really stop him? Five-Crown King, the culmination of five generations of achievements, who among his peers can rival him?"
"Unless..."
The next moment, at the bottom of the Immortal Ladder, the crowd automatically parted to make way.
The figure in white was walking over unhurriedly, as if the bloody storm just now was merely a lively scene he was passing by before leaving home.