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Chapter 95 - Chapter 93: I want this world to flow like rivers of blood!

The raging fire spirit washed over the boundless space, sweeping across the land of Bikong City.

The rising of that divine celestial fire seedling, the profound secret method of condensing boundless fire spirit, would undoubtedly leave a rich legacy for the Biyou Sect in history.

This was the power of the innate, the power of a truly powerful being.

Ming Qi was already high in the sky, and so was Yan Zhuihun.

Ming Qi's fire had descended, and the sky was filled with flames like meteors, enveloping the area hundreds of meters in boundless heat.

Yan Zhuihun had already swung his spear.

The tip of the spear condensed with an unprecedentedly intense radiance, and streams of innate energy surged towards it without reservation.

Yan Zhuihun's fighting spirit reached its peak, and he suddenly shook his spear.

"Flying Dragon in the Sky!"

The immense spearlight that had been concentrated at the spear's tip faintly emitted a deafening dragon's roar. Beneath the rain of flames, Yan Zhuihun's spearlight transformed into a golden dragon.

The sky rained down fire, and the earth crimson.

After unleashing the magical power "Flying Dragon in the Sky," Yan Zhuihun's figure flashed like lightning. Holding the Longkong Locking Cloud Spear, he activated the six-sided battle platform and charged almost immediately after the soaring golden dragon.

An all-out attack meant no holding back, Yan Zhuihun knew this.

Ming Qi was facing one person, but he was hurting everyone!

He was facing only one person, and he could only hurt one person, so he attacked with all his might, leaving no room for error.

As Yan Zhuihun moved, so did Ming Qi. A gleaming sword appeared in his hand.

Ming Qi had used this sword for a long time, but he didn't know its previous owner.

But that didn't matter. What mattered was that the sword was now in his hands, and he could use it to defeat Yan Zhuihun.

That was enough!

Ming Qi's sword and Yan Zhuihun's spear, at this moment, clashed unreservedly through the air!

The golden old dragon Yan Zhuihun had unleashed transformed into tiny golden stars amidst a radiant sky, while Ming Qi's own was involuntarily sent flying backwards.

Even then, Ming Qi had to admit that a pseudo-innate was still a pseudo-innate, and could not compete with a true innate.

He had used all his might in this single strike, but still failed to defeat Yan Zhuihun.

The Heavenly Official Sword Qi was not yet perfect; how much more powerful would it be if it possessed the full power of Heavenly Official Sword Qi?

At this moment, Ming Qi thought of his senior brothers and sisters from Tianqi Academy.

Faces flashed through his mind like flowing water, each smile gradually fading.

Tianqi Academy, I can never go back.

A wave of melancholy washed over Ming Qi, and the next moment, he had already raised his sword once more.

For everything, he had no regrets.

After repelling Ming Qi with a single shot, Yan Zhuihun's confidence surged. Without even glancing at the people below, who were being burned by Ming Qi's Crimson Skyfire, he flew forward.

He was determined to defeat Ming Qi; he didn't need a reason!

Whoosh!

As Yan Zhuihun flew rapidly, a red shadow suddenly flashed before him, followed by a splatter of blood.

Whose blood is this?

This thought flashed through Yan Zhuihun's mind.

It wasn't his blood, nor Ming Qi's. There seemed to be no one else in the air.

Just as he paused, he saw countless flashes of blood flying towards him.

The one emitting the bloody light had red eyes, red hair, and red clothing.

Demon!

Yan Zhuihun was startled, and suddenly the spear in his hand charged forward, energizing his protective golden elemental energy with all his might while attempting to command the six-sided battle platform to retreat swiftly.

He had no choice but to retreat. This demon, capable of battling Crown Prince Xu for several rounds, was more than terrifying!

Yan Zhuihun retreated rapidly, but it was too late.

A sky filled with blood, mingled with an endless aura of blood, instantly engulfed him.

The air immediately surrounding Yan Zhuihun paused, and the hexagonal battle platform beneath his feet was the first to lose control!

The golden glow of the hexagonal battle platform quickly lost its luster, vanishing in the blink of an eye!

Without the support of the hexagonal battle platform, Yan Zhuihun's body began to fall involuntarily.

Meng Ling's attack did not cease. Her finger drew a strange circle in the air, and then a blood-red blade pierced Yan Zhuihun.

Bang!

Yan Zhuihun fell hard onto the already charred ground.

The blood-red blade then arrived, piercing Yan Zhuihun's heart with a piercing precision!

Yan Zhuihun could only judge by the whistling wind. Without time to think, he suddenly rolled to the side.

Swish!

The sharp, blood-red blade mercilessly slashed a bloody wound across Yan Zhuihun's back.

The excruciating pain gave Yan Zhuihun the illusion that his blood had been drained instantly!

The blood-red blade slashed past, vanishing completely, as if it had never appeared.

Only Meng Ling knew that it wasn't a real blade at all, but merely a wisp of will, a belief.

"I want this world to flow like rivers of blood!"

Meng Ling glanced at Ming Qi, who stood not far away, facing the wind, sword in hand, and spoke calmly.

Ming Qi didn't speak, and he didn't need to.

Meng Ling shared her thoughts simply to let Ming Qi know that her desire for blood wasn't driven by a desire for blood, but by anger towards humans.

Above Azure Sky City, the last rays of sunset faded, and the earth turned from golden to gray.

At the gates of the Tianqing Palace, the battle between the six elders and the thousand-year-old nine-tailed fox and the four-clawed thunder dragon was already underway.

The six elders, along with a host of powerful innate masters, had finally begun to siege them. The thousand-year-old nine-tailed fox Erlang and the four-clawed thunder dragon Xiao Xigua finally gave way and fled, battered by cold wounds, deep into the Tianqing Palace!

"Kill!"

One of the six elders roared, then transformed into a streak of light and soared into the sky.

The remaining five elders followed almost simultaneously, soaring into the air.

High above, Meng Ling's blood-red hair flew, her scarlet eyes glaring coldly and mercilessly at the men below, ready to strike, at the six elders hurtling towards them like sharp arrows.

Six elders, six innate masters, all at the fifth level of the Heavenly Man Realm! At least at the Heavenly Man Realm!

Ming Qi had already rushed forward, his wings bathed in flames, dancing as he unleashed the blazing edge of fire.

"Monster, die!"

The six elders, soaring into the sky, had already begun unleashing their magical powers.

A riot of light and shadow, raging energy, and terrifying might unfolded in full force over Azure Sky City.

And they had only one goal: to slay the demon.

Meng Ling's eyes were as dark as the abyss, bottomless. With a gentle flick of her hand, the inky black Meng Ling Guqin appeared before her.

Unlike before, the guqin, always pitch black, was now shrouded in a piercing crimson.

At this moment, Meng Ling no longer concealed her power, and the demonic aura instantly surged.

The sky and the earth were filled with the demonic aura, and terror filled the air.

Buzz!

Meng Ling flicked her fingers lightly, and a wisp of demonic sound spread.

The formless and intangible demonic sound, like a deadly blade, instantly sliced through the sky.

The six elders' bodies instantly inflated like balloons, their robes billowing without a gust of wind as they dodged in the air, following the invisible demonic sound.

Even those at least at the fifth level of the Innate Realm revealed a deep fear at the demonic sound emanating from Meng Ling's gentle finger.

"Hide!"

Feeling the terror of this mysterious demonic sound, one of the elders in the air dodged and shouted to the people below.

But it was too late.

The boundless demonic sound, formless and intangible, instantly swept across the Inner Gate like an invisible and intangible wind of slaughter.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The countless sounds of shattering flesh and blood instantly drowned out all other sounds.

Even the terrified cries and helpless screams no longer moved anyone. The only thing that could stir the heart was the sound of exploding flesh and blood.

Vast swathes of blood flew at an incredible speed, staining the ground within the Inner Sect crimson.

A thick bloody aura rose from the ground, quickly suffusing the sky with a blood-red hue.

The rising aura of death overwhelmed the gray evening sky, as if the very heavens and earth were weeping.

Just a snap of the fingers?

Within a snap of the fingers, the world was shed in blood!

Meng Ling's hands continued to move, faster and faster!

She played a tune, a single melody that claimed countless lives.

The dark, low notes swiftly escaped Meng Ling's spell-like guqin, soaring in all directions, towards the distant Biyou Immortal Palace.

The remaining Outer Sect disciples, even the Inner Sect Xiantian disciples, fled like terrified sparrows.

Strands of demonic music, brimming with murderous intent, continuously soared, harvesting lives.

The Biyou Sect, Bikong City, at this moment, resembled a sea of blood and death.

The ground was completely stained red, the flowing blood barely clotting, a sight so glaring.

Ming Qi had witnessed countless bloody scenes before, but compared to the bloodshed before him, it was a beautiful, gentle death.

Seeing Meng Ling's calm demeanor, Ming Qi's heart was suddenly moved. He suddenly realized that what he saw before him seemed to reflect Meng Ling's true heart. With a wave of her hand, blood flowed like a river—this was Meng Ling's truest side.

In the Biyou Immortal Palace.

Both Crown Prince Xu and Chu Huaiyuan's expressions grew extremely solemn.

"With a wave of her hand, blood flowed like a river. This is resentment."

Facing the Biyou Sect, where life was as fragile as grass, Chu Huaiyuan, the Grand Elder, the pillar of the Biyou Sect and a powerful figure, showed no intention of taking action.

"This reminds me of someone," Chu Huaiyuan said to himself, knowing that Crown Prince Xu beside him was listening.

"But that's a legend from a long, long time ago. I didn't even believe it before, but now I do."

Chu Huaiyuan's eyes never left the dazzling crimson of the blue sky and earth.

"At the end of the ancient times, within the once-prosperous Divine Weapon Sect, a prodigy of astonishing brilliance astonished the world, even the heavens..."

Upon hearing this, Prince Xu's face changed. He knew only a few records of the Divine Weapon Sect.

The end of the ancient times was an era, a time of decline when righteousness vanished, demons and monsters reigned, and the world was in chaos.

"Disorder"—three words suffice to describe the myriad events of the end of the ancient times.

The Divine Weapon Sect had a thousand-year heritage, but at the end of the ancient times, it degenerated into a demonic path and ultimately vanished into the vast ocean.

"That man's name was Nangong Wushuang, and he held a harp..."

Chu Huaiyuan sighed softly as he spoke.

"The name of that harp is Meng Ling."

A truly poetic name. Crown Prince Xu was somewhat puzzled as to the connection between this legendary name, this legendary harp, and this massacre.

"Meng Ling also has another name: the Human-Blooded Demonic Harp! Long before Nangong Wushuang was born, it was an ancient demonic weapon that achieved supreme demonic power!"

Ancient demonic weapon! The Human-Blooded Demonic Harp!

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