The sun slowly set, casting a yellow glow over the land.
They say the sunset is infinitely beautiful, but no one paid attention now.
High in the sky, four figures faced off, a chilling killing intent filling the space.
The most pitiful was the old woman from the Yin-Yang Sect. Her weapon was destroyed, and one arm was severed. She glared at Tian Fan with venomous hatred.
“Can you kill me?” Tian Fan raised his blood-dripping Yin-Yang Sword, pointing at the three, his expression cold, eyes bright.
“Arrogant junior!” The azure-robed elder roared, his body surging with green light, legs shrouded in red glow. Red leg shadows kicked toward Tian Fan, trembling the space.
The Huangpu Clan elder attacked too, his black demonic blade slashing fiercely, hundreds of red blade beams shattering all tangible matter.
The Yin-Yang Sect’s old woman roared with malice, forming seals with her remaining hand, scattering countless black light orbs.
Boom…
Above Tian Fan, a golden “卍” seal trembled violently. His body swayed, a golden hand striking forward. Behind him, three radiant golden beams rose like waterfalls, each emitting a heart-palpitating divine force.
Boom…
Three dazzling golden beams tore through the sky, launching terrifying attacks at the trio.
Clang…
Tian Fan roared, battle intent boundless. The Yin-Yang Sword appeared in his hand, Five Elements Sword Art flowing freely. With the sword as a conduit, countless silver sword beams erupted, covering the heavens.
Their battle created powerful energy gales in the sky, shattering all white clouds within ten miles.
“Yin Blood Spirit, kill!” The Huangpu Clan elder shouted. His black demonic blade trembled, hands forming eerie seals. He bit his middle finger, a drop of red blood falling on the blade. Waves of red light rippled outward, the sky darkening as if shrouded in blood mist.
“Arrrgh!”
A scalp-numbing cry came from the blade. Countless blood beads emerged, forming a blood-colored light curtain.
“Arrrgh!”
Another cry, the blood curtain trembling. Tian Fan’s expression grew grave, sensing an utterly evil aura. He initially thought it was a ghost weapon, but now it seemed a forbidden art.
“What is this?” Even the azure-robed elder looked shocked, eyeing the Huangpu Clan elder uneasily.
“Yes, use it! Kill him!” The Yin-Yang Sect’s old woman glared at Tian Fan, her face twisted with malice and cruelty.
Pop…
The blood curtain quivered and split. A blood-drenched monster stepped out, ten feet tall, its body entirely blood-formed. Its nails, sharper than blades and longer than chopsticks, gleamed. Green eyes, a red blood vein pulsing on its forehead.
Roar!
Its roar stirred an aura of blood, chilling all who heard it.
Clanging sounds rang out. Tian Fan moved swiftly, the Yin-Yang Sword flying from his hand, emitting a bright sword hum. Faint silver light glowed as it roared toward the blood spirit.
Pfft…
The Yin-Yang Sword, razor-sharp, cleaved the blood spirit in two. But Tian Fan showed no joy, his expression growing graver.
“What? That easy?”
“No way, what is this thing?”
Everyone was stunned. Was this the Yin Blood Spirit that appeared with such fanfare? They thought it would be formidable.
But then, silence fell. Eyes widened as the split blood spirit turned into two identical blood spirits, their auras perfectly matched.
“Heh…” The Huangpu Clan elder smirked proudly. This was a forbidden secret art from their clan’s records, nearly impossible to counter.
“Arrrgh!”
The two blood spirits roared, their bloody aura shaking the heavens, surging toward Tian Fan with intense deathly aura.
Pfft… Pfft…
The Yin-Yang Sword slashed diagonally, aided by Divine Cloud Steps, striking the two blood spirits again. But to everyone’s horror, four blood spirits now stood on the scene.
“Kill!”
The three elders attacked. The azure-robed elder’s Heaven-Crushing Kick tore through the void. The Yin-Yang Sect’s old woman, most vicious, charged with torrents of black mist, the air hissing.
Golden light blazed. Tian Fan was in great danger, effectively facing seven opponents. Even if made of iron, he couldn’t handle so many powerful foes.
Bang…
Tian Fan was blasted back, spitting blood, his face paling, clothes blood-soaked. Yet he showed no fear, his eyes blazing brightly.
“Heh…” The Yin-Yang Sect’s old woman let out a hoarse laugh, her wrinkled face piling up like an old witch.
Pfft…
Again, Tian Fan was sent flying, a bloody wound opening, blood flowing. His body trembled slightly.
“Come again!” Tian Fan stared coldly at them. The Divine Spirit Heart Art surged, a golden palm striking out, whipping up a fierce gale that blew the four blood spirits away. The Yin-Yang Sect’s old woman took a direct slap, crashing through a broken wall below.
Tian Fan had no goodwill for the Yin-Yang Sect, who repeatedly opposed him. This old woman, calling him a beast, naturally received his special attention.
“Ah!” A shrill scream came from her. Tian Fan, stepping with Divine Cloud Steps, appeared beside her, kicking her back down as she tried to rise. She lay spitting blood, her remaining arm struggling to prop her up, her face burning with humiliation.
“Why do you think you can kill me?” Tian Fan turned, his gaze sharp, killing intent soaring.
“Arrogant junior, taste the Yin Blood Spirit Art! Kill!”
“End him already!”
The Huangpu Clan elder and azure-robed elder shouted, charging forward. The four blood spirits circled the Huangpu elder, emitting chilling cries.
Pfft…
The azure-robed elder’s Heaven-Crushing Kick moved at blinding speed, kicking Tian Fan’s chest, making him spit blood. But it went too smoothly, unsettling him. Before he could react, Tian Fan grabbed his ankle, flashing a strange smile.
“Not good!”
Pfft…
At that moment, a golden fist smashed through the azure-robed elder’s chest.
Hiss…
Distant cultivators shivered. Such a life-for-life fighting style was unimaginable.
“Ah!” The azure-robed elder screamed, a fist-sized hole in his chest, blood pouring.
Tian Fan slapped him away.
“Blood Demon rises, to hell with you!” The Huangpu Clan elder sneered, hands forming seals. The four blood spirits roared, their aura like the Yellow River, pressing forward.
“Hell? Would hell dare take me?” Tian Fan sneered, black hair bristling. The Yin-Yang Sword slashed, silver beams crisscrossing, shattering blood spirits one by one. But they seemed immortal, each kill spawning two more, endless.
“You’ll never destroy them!” The Huangpu elder chanted, eight blood spirits now in the sky, lunging at Tian Fan with their long, sharp nails.
Swish…
Tian Fan dodged a blood spirit’s attack. Its claws struck a distant ridge, corroding a wide pit.
“Terrifying!”
“This is the ancient martial clans’ secret art. None are easy to provoke, with trump cards and divine weapons no one can shake!”
Distant onlookers discussed. The Divine Martial Continent’s top immortal sect, two divine dynasties, four ancient martial clans—their foundations were terrifyingly deep. Even a single secret art could shock the world, coveted by all.
“Blood Spirits, kill!” The Huangpu elder sneered, forming more seals. The eight blood spirits, with their chopstick-long nails and inch-long fangs, attacked Tian Fan wildly.
“Arrrgh!”
Their roars echoed. Eight unkillable blood spirits were terrifying. Tian Fan swung the Yin-Yang Sword, its faint silver light cleaving spirits in two, but each split spawned two more.
“Haha, kill him, kill that little beast!” The Yin-Yang Sect’s old woman shrieked venomously. Her sect’s remnants tried to help her, but she swatted them away, wanting to watch Tian Fan die up close.
Even the azure-robed elder held back, watching the Huangpu elder. This secret art was fearsome; at equal cultivation, who could win? Its creator must have been a peerless genius.
“Huangpu Clan is invincible!” Huangpu disciples shouted, waving their weapons.
Pfft… Pfft…
Tian Fan swung his divine sword countless times, always hitting his mark, but the blood spirits multiplied. Nearly a hundred now surrounded him, seemingly indestructible.
“Haha, give up! No attack can destroy them. They’re pure Yin, fearing only pure Yang!” The Huangpu elder laughed smugly.
Tian Fan’s expression remained calm. He sliced his middle finger, red blood with a faint golden glow flowing out. He smeared it evenly on the Yin-Yang Sword.
The hundred blood spirits roared, their blood aura chillingly Yin, charging forward.
Swish…
The Yin-Yang Sword, now dim, sliced a nearby blood spirit. Blue smoke rose, the spirit letting out a bone-chilling scream, dissolving into blood mist, vanishing in the sky.
The Huangpu elder’s face changed, shock in his eyes. He sensed it—the blood spirit was gone, truly destroyed…