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Demonic Path.
The moment the Crimson-Eyed, Long-Haired Person appeared, the Blood Cloud stirred by the Black Spiritual Power made it immediately clear who this person was. Only someone from the Demonic Path could possess such a bloodthirsty aura, and only a demon could wield that kind of turbulent spiritual power.
Transcendence Stage?
Ye You was taken aback again. The strength displayed by the Crimson-Eyed, Long-Haired Person was far beyond that of an ordinary Transcendent Practitioner. It was incomparably more robust than that of Sima Wuduan, yet their realm was clearly at the Transcendence Stage. Ye You had only witnessed such circumstances with Hong Yulong and Gu Ping; there were no others.
However, both Gu Ping and Hong Yulong had not reached the Transcendence Realm, so they could not be generalized. Bu Luo Ye You had a rough understanding; the one with the Crimson Eye should not be a genius who had faked their way into the Golden Core Realm. Such practitioners were often rare in their realm, and it was uncertain whether Zhu Xian Mountain could withstand this challenge.
The aura of slaughter swept across all directions. In the sky, the Demonic Path, the Killing Path, and the fierce demeanor of the practitioner clad in red all exuded a sense of brutality. Leng Gucun and Ying Wuyi, at their level, could not fathom what lay beneath Tian Zai and the dense Blood Cloud.
They were waiting there; surely they wouldn’t run away.
There was no rush; that guy hadn’t drawn his sword yet.
Among the group, only Ye You could clearly perceive every detail of this battle. Even Ying Hong, who had been at the Late Stage of Transformation for years, couldn’t truly grasp the situation but could sense some generalities. Hearing Ye You’s words now filled her with alarm, prompting her to reassess the solitary, beautiful woman holding a Red Fox.
I don't deny it. All women who looked appealing were indeed captivating; Ying Wuyi had sought this more than other disciples from noble families. Although her gaze often wandered towards Ye You, it stemmed from affection and stopped at propriety—something even Gu Ping had to admire.
As for Leng Gucun, he was purely anxious about matters concerning his sect and had no time to appreciate beauty; otherwise, Ying Wuyi would surely accuse him of being hypocritical again.
Clang!
A resounding sound of a sword being drawn echoed through the air. As the Blood Cloud surged, a visible sword mark sliced through the sky. Mo Qiu spoke of how the surging Blood Cloud even cleaved through mountains to the east, creating an unfathomable chasm that blocked most robbers eager to take advantage of the situation.
Those who value wealth are willing to stake a million on the Spirit Stone's Bloodfire, risking their names and reputations for a chance at success. If they succeed, they can live without worry; if they fail, they face death in Hades. The might of Bu Luo and Yan Dong could shake the heavens, especially for those who covet such power. That single sword strike had instilled fear in many who dared to spy on it, prompting them to prepare for a hasty retreat.
Ying Wuyi and Leng Gucun were momentarily speechless. Even Ying Hong had never witnessed such a fierce sword strike from Zhu Xian Mountain. After that strike, the man in the red robe fell into the chasm created by the sword light, disappearing without a trace. The Crimson-Eyed, Long-Haired Person lost an arm and a leg; such strength could be summed up in just two words: Transcendence.
A Sword Cultivator?
Gu Ping turned to his companion Ye You, who nodded slightly, sending chills down the spines of those present.
Gu Ping wielded a sword, Leng Gucun wielded a sword, and Ying Wuyi also wielded a sword, yet none of them could truly be considered Sword Cultivators. They had never encountered one before—true Sword Cultivators like those from Zhu Xian Mountain, whose minds were devoted to their swords. They believed that their swords could slay demons and monsters alike; any obstacles in their path would fall to their blades. This was what it meant to be a Sword Cultivator.
In the past, they had heard that Sword Cultivators possessed the strongest offensive capabilities among cultivators and were the most difficult to resist. Ru Ming's single strike revealed this truth.
Zhu Xian Mountain was the direct lineage of the Killing Path. From the moment he stepped onto his path, he had slain his enemies. When he established his foundation, he killed his own father; upon achieving Golden Core completion, he murdered his elder brother within the Sect. To forge his Nascent Soul through slaughter, he killed countless mortals in the Ninth Underworld. He was relentlessly pursued by Oil Lu Dao and Underworld Path but ultimately remained unrepentant. Initially embracing slaughter as his Great Dao led him to Transcendence, he condensed blood into a blood sword that could slay immortals. The name Zhu Xian Mountain had become synonymous with the God of Death in the Ninth Underworld. How could such a butcher appear here?
In just a few words, Gu Ping learned about Zhu Xian Mountain's origins, leaving Ying Wuyi and Leng Gucun utterly speechless. How could someone capable of patricide and fratricide exist? Not only would it terrify those within Daoist Sects, but even those from Demonic Paths who were currently entangled with Zhu Xian Mountain would never commit such heinous acts. It was truly unfathomable and horrifying.
How was that person still alive?
Leng Gucun swallowed hard, nearly choking on his own saliva as he dared to ask.
The word "kill" escaped Ye You's lips, causing everyone to shudder once more. Finally, they understood what kind of person Zhu Xian Mountain represented—a three-foot sword wielded by someone who brought slaughter to Tiandong and embraced killing as their Great Dao. Such a person was undeniably a monster or perhaps even mad; Zhu Xian Mountain embodied both roles—they were indeed a butcher.
To achieve the title of Dao Zun through slaughter, one must follow the path of Tian Di Dong, which is perhaps the easiest route. With strength, one can kill from the beginning, slaying the Killing Dao Sovereign with a single sword strike to seize the Fortune of Heaven and Earth. This allows one to escape the river of time and attain an immortal Dao Zun body—tangible and visible—unlike other Daoist Sects. There is only one position for Dao Zun; if a Dao Zun does not perish, they will have no chance to become a Dao Zun themselves.
Kill a Dao Zun? What a joke! Over the years, aside from the Light Path Classic's Zun Wei Guangming being besieged and killed by numerous Dao Zuns, there has been no sight of any Dao Zun falling. Only with a Dao Zun can one mistakenly pay their respects to another Dao Zun; that saying should be clear to Miss Ye.
Not to mention that Ying Hong does not believe it, but even if someone dared to challenge a Dao Zun with a sword, he would be left in awe.
Ye You's words were not lightly spoken, but who could truly kill a Dao Zun? Are we joking here? If someone could slay a Dao Zun with one sword strike, they would have surpassed the realm of a Dao Zun. Even if they could deny Fortune, it would still be uncertain.
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