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Zuo Dao's words left the group of Cultivators before him utterly dumbfounded.
"Zuo Dao!?"
"Killer God!?"
"Rebel Against the Dao!?"
"Are you kidding me?"
In short, there was a mix of reactions, and all the Cultivators hesitated. Deep down, Zuo Dao didn't actually want to unleash a massacre. Initially stirred by Yan Zhen's tragic state, his anger had subsided significantly once Yan Zhen began to recover. The main culprit was already captured nearby; now it was up to the senior brother to decide how to handle the situation.
This group of Cultivators looked like mere cannon fodder at first glance, and behind them were dozens more who hadn’t moved yet—those were the real troublemakers. Zuo Dao shook his head involuntarily as he noticed that some of the Cultivators were lifting their feet, preparing to cross the line he had drawn.
Suddenly, the ground trembled violently. The Cultivators near the line struggled to maintain their balance; some attempted to leap away but found themselves caught in a powerful suction pulling them down. Panic set in as they opened their mouths to scream, but no sound came out.
At that moment, the line Zuo Dao had drawn seemed to transform into a massive mouth, continuously devouring the Cultivators above it.
The Cultivators behind could only feel a disturbance ahead, witnessing countless figures being swallowed into the ground without a trace. Not even a whisper escaped as the last of them vanished from sight.
Those who witnessed this scene felt chills run down their spines, cold sweat pouring from their bodies. Hong Chuang's eyes twitched uncontrollably while Ghostly Old Monster stared wide-eyed in shock.
Even if they wanted to kill all those Cultivators, it would require a significant amount of energy; it wasn't just a matter of one or two—it was over a hundred! Golden Core True Persons! Just like that, they were buried alive without a sound.
Killing without shedding blood—there wasn’t even a corpse left behind.
The name Killer God was indeed formidable.
"Old Ghost, what do you think now?" Hong Chuang asked unexpectedly.
"This..." Ghostly Old Monster began to feel bewildered.
"Continue? Just this scene before us already demonstrates the power of Zuo Dao. He merely raised a hand, no, he just drew a line, and with that, he trapped a hundred Golden Core cultivators. Turning back, he cast a reluctant glance at the distant Colorful Light Sphere.
"Damn it, Old Hong, how about we learn from those two?" Ghostly Old Monster finally managed to utter.
Hong Chuang looked at Ghostly Old Monster, his strange gaze making him feel uneasy.
"I was just playing around," Ghostly Old Monster retreated.
As Funeral Melody came to an end, the scenery remained unchanged, but some would never see the brilliance of tomorrow.
The group of cultivators felt a chill in their bones; such methods had surpassed their understanding.
A single line, a hundred Golden Cores—before they could even achieve success, they were already cold.
Killer God once again proclaimed his strength through his ruthless methods.
The number before him was nothing but a joke.
Zuo Dao seemed to have done something trivial; he casually flicked his sleeve, not even glancing at the crowd as he turned to stand.
The mark had vanished, yet it left a heavier weight in everyone's hearts.
Within the Colorful Light Sphere, Yan Zhen had already risen to his feet, still with eyes closed. However, judging by the expression on his face, he had gained awareness.
At this moment, Second Ancestor's Seven Sons and Four Siblings were also reaching their peak. Zuo Dao could feel the surging power within them and hear the sound of their blood rushing through their veins.
Three drops of divine blood essence had created fourteen top-tier experts, and a happy smile appeared on Zuo Dao's face. The joy that had been pushed aside for some time returned to him.
He seemed to have forgotten that he was merely a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy; counting his past life, he was just over thirty. But who could know the pressure he bore?"
Time passed second by second, and what could be more exhilarating than watching one's family and friends gradually enhance their abilities?
The qualitative changes and quantitative transformations were immensely beneficial to Fourteen People. The Second Ancestor's slightly aging body began to undergo a metamorphosis, with dead skin peeling away to reveal new tissue underneath.
The Seven Disciples and Four Siblings were expelling black toxins from their bodies, some being impurities from within, while others were clotted blood from old injuries.
Everyone was changing; the density of their bones significantly increased, their meridians became thicker, and their blood flowed with greater vigor. Their spiritual energy had also transformed from its original single or multiple attributes, now shimmering with a spectrum of colors as it joyfully coursed through their meridians.
In the distance, the Cultivator hovered, unwilling to leave. Several prominent figures were deeply captivated by the Colorful Light Sphere. They were caught in a dilemma, unable to move as if they were children drawn to candy.
Using his own essence blood to transform others' bodies was Zuo Dao's first attempt, but the results appeared very promising. However, this method could only be used once; it was too taxing on the body. Zuo Dao estimated that he had at most nine drops of essence blood left, and he had just used a third of it—he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. Yet upon seeing his senior brother improve, he felt a sense of joy.
Suddenly, a strange chuckle echoed through the air.
Hong Chuang and his companions turned towards the source of the sound as if facing a formidable enemy. The voice came alarmingly close; a group of high-level Cultivators in great perfection had approached them without detection. If they revealed themselves now, no one would believe it, especially on Moling Star.
Just as a Cultivator was about to step forward to inquire, they suddenly heard Zuo Dao shout beside them.
"Heart, retreat quickly."
Before the Cultivator could react, darkness enveloped their vision as they felt their head gripped tightly in someone's hand; then there was nothing more. Nearby Cultivators blinked in confusion; without seeing any movement from the newcomer, that Cultivator had already fallen into their grasp.
What followed was an eerie scene.
The captured Cultivator was drained of their cultivation and essence blood by the newcomer, leaving behind only a pile of decaying bones scattered in the wind.
Instantly, the other Cultivators scattered like frightened birds. The newcomer did not rush to pursue these prey but quietly digested the power they had just acquired. After all, they were a Nascent Soul Cultivator; this was quite a substantial gain.
At that moment, everyone finally saw who had arrived—a figure clad in a blue robe, exuding an aura of righteousness and elegance. Had it not been for the earlier events, one might have mistaken them for an upright master.
As the newcomer appeared, Zuo Dao finally noticed him, and under his own reminder, he had already taken down one person. What kind of evil expert had emerged from this place? Why did the aura around him feel so familiar, yet he couldn't recall it for a moment?
Hong Chuang and Elder Ghost's group had already flown close to Zuo Dao, and the mark seemed to have lost its effect, causing them no harm.
"Young Master Zuo, what is this?" Hong Chuang began to speak but was interrupted by Zuo Dao's wave of his hand.
"Step back; the newcomer seems to pose some issues." As he looked at the Azure Robed Man, Zuo Dao felt that aura becoming increasingly familiar.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I didn't expect such things to exist in this realm. Truly a blessing for my master—no, to hell with that old man." The Azure Robed Man seemed to become a bit neurotic upon seeing the Colorful Light Sphere.
"Hahaha, this is wonderful! Truly wonderful! The arrival of my master is near; you humble humans are fortunate to become the offerings for my master's descent—this is the fortune you have accumulated over countless lifetimes!" Yao Qi Jiu Liu Ba laughed heartily.
How many years had it been? How many years had passed? Yao Qi Jiu Liu Ba had finally waited for this moment.
"Humans?" Zuo Dao sensitively caught that term from the other's words, and a flash of inspiration struck his mind.
"Monsters!!!"
At that moment, the setting sun was blood-red, casting a crimson hue across the sky. Even with the barrier of formations, it could not stop that streak of blood color.
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