Chapter 43: The Power of Divine Blood

  A broken mountain peak, half floating in the air, bare and empty, with only one blade of grass growing on it, like a long sword piercing the sky. The sword-like aura shocks the heavens, the intent of the sword is astonishing, one blade of grass, yet it has the momentum to cut through heaven and earth, a single sword defying the vast expanse.

  "The Azure Sky Sword Seed."

  Someone exclaimed with joy, knowing they had made a big fortune.

  Legend has it that when the Sword God sealed the gods, the blue sky cracked, and within a hundred steps, all plants turned into swords, shattering the void together. The seeds of the Blue Sky Sword were left to carry the sword's intention, and one blade of grass could crack the blue sky, containing the supreme sword intention of the Sword God.

  This Qingtian sword seed is the supreme treasure for every swordsman.

  But soon, he calmed down, his eyes gleaming with a sharp gaze, looking around, and indeed, many people were attracted by the Qingtian Sword Seed.

  "Second Master Brother. Truly a heavenly sword seed. We're done."

  Hao Renjie's expression was grave, and he didn't respond to his fellow disciple's words. He drew out the Blazing Fire Sword and said, "Be careful. The treasure will stir people's hearts, and a fierce battle is imminent."

  Hao Renjie's words had just fallen when someone couldn't help but be greedy and suddenly jumped out, rushing towards the Qingtian Sword Seed.

  "Looking for death!"

  "Leave behind the Qingtian Sword Seed!"

  Divine light tore through the sky, everyone made their move at the same time, shocking heaven and earth. The person who jumped out was also a genius, splitting light and shadow, transforming into three thousand in one breath. Three thousand shadows rushed forward, shattered, but one shadow still leaped onto the mountain peak, reaching out to grab the Azure Heaven Sword Seed.

  Clang!

  A loud hum, the Qingtian sword seed gently shook, the sword light rushed to the sky, killing three thousand feet, the sword split the void, and that figure was blasted into powder.

  A blood-curdling scream, the man stumbled and fell back to the ground, his face deathly pale, a gaping hole in his chest, a ghastly sight.

  "This Azure Heaven Sword Seed is indeed famous for a reason. The sword energy that split out from it can even rival the Emperor's."

  "Hmm! The stronger you are, the more interesting it gets."

  "Heaven and earth have precious things, those who are destined will get them. I am that person with destiny. Whoever competes with me for it, I will kill whoever!"

  Killing intent permeates the air, and finally someone starts taking action. The target is not Qingtian Jianzi, but rather the people around him. It's clear that they want to stir up trouble and muddy the waters.

  Cries of despair echoed, blood splattered everywhere, and soon someone was killed. Hao Renjie's sword broke through his opponent's defense, the blade flashed, and a shocking flame burst out, killing a path, stepping forward, rushing towards the Qingtian Sword Seed.

  Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

  Sword intent soared to the sky, murderous intent spread far and wide. Hao Renjie's face turned pale as he fell back to the ground, exchanging a glance with several others who had charged up with him, all of them filled with great apprehension in their hearts.

  "This Qingtian Sword Seed, I must obtain it."

  Hao Renjie let out a cold laugh and raised his Lianhuo Divine Sword, ready to charge forward once again.

  Suddenly, from a great distance away, a war chariot appeared in the sky. On the chariot stood four proud and arrogant heavenly geniuses with pale and handsome faces. From over a thousand feet away, they shouted loudly, "This grass is wanted by my master! Anyone who doesn't want to die should leave immediately!"

  The sound was like a thunderclap, causing the people who were fighting to be shocked and stop their hands, becoming highly vigilant.

  "After three shouts, nothing will be left but dust!"

  The chariot flashed by in an instant, without stopping, heading towards the Azure Sky Sword Seed.

  "The one on the chariot is a descendant of the divine blood."

  "Those four attendants were also extraordinary geniuses."

  Someone whispered, recognizing the origin of the war chariot.

  "What a formidable descendant of the divine blood! Everyone, let's attack together and kill this descendant first!"

  Someone was dissatisfied and shouted loudly, with a loud crash of a knife, rushing towards the war chariot.

  Others also shouted in unison. When faced with a peerless treasure like the Qingtian Sword Seed, even the descendants of the divine bloodline would have to fight for it.

  "You're courting death!"

  The chariot did not stop, and two attendants with cold and proud expressions walked down from the chariot, their footsteps producing lotus flowers. One used a knife, and the other used his fist.

  The sword is the tyrannical sword, one slash splits heaven and earth.

  A fist is a heavy punch, one punch shatters mountains and rivers.

  One sword and one fist, blocked everyone's way, mighty and powerful, showing no mercy, one sword could kill a person, one punch could knock a person to death.

  But after three or two rounds, everyone was chilled to the bone, and only then did they realize that there are people outside of people, and there is heaven beyond heaven. They were all geniuses, but when they joined forces, they couldn't even defeat two followers, let alone a divine blood descendant from a chariot.

  The more they thought about it, the scarier it became, and immediately people started running away.

  "Second Master, what should we do? Are we still going to fight?"

  Hao Renjie gripped the sword in his hand, his face changing between light and dark, and after a long time, he spat out a mouthful of turbid air. "This descendant of the divine blood hasn't even made a move yet, but just those two attendants are already on par with me. It can't be helped, forget it, let's go."

  "Want to leave? Too late!"

  "The master has spoken: whoever makes a move will die; the rest of you, leave one hand behind and roll!"

  Another attendant walked down from the war chariot, with a cold and proud expression. With a swing of his long sword, he tore through the air and arrived in an instant, killing several people who had already escaped to a thousand feet away with one sword.

  "Too deceitful!"

  Someone let out a loud cry, hot blood surged up, unwilling to be humiliated, and charged forward with a knife.

  "Looking for death!"

  Indifferent verdict, three attendants each occupying one side, eyes icy cold, expression arrogant and proud, not putting the genius present in their eyes at all. Seeing resistance, indifferent sword swing, killing on the spot.

  Everyone was terrified, and after a long time, someone finally gritted their teeth, cut off an arm, turned pale, and ran away.

  The three attendants nodded in satisfaction, their expressions becoming even more arrogant.

  "What about Second Master? They're really going too far!"

  Hao Renjie gripped the Blazing Sword of the Gods tightly in his hand, his face icy cold as he sneered, "You really think you're a god now."

  "Let's go!"

  Hao Renjie suddenly raised his sword, merged with it, grabbed his fellow disciple and turned into a stream of light rushing outward.

  "Want to escape! Leave me behind!"

  Three attendants were greatly enraged, and they all took action together. Their brilliance illuminated the sky and earth, tearing apart the void, and surrounding Hao Renjie tightly.

  "I swear by the fierce fire in my heart!"

  Hao Renjie let out a loud roar, the Blazing Sword of the Gods danced wildly, stirring up thousands of flames. Wherever the sword light passed, nine volcanoes rose, accumulating energy and then exploding, shocking heaven and earth. In an instant, they broke open a gap and charged out of the encirclement. Just as they were about to leave, the fourth follower blocked their path.

  "With a cold and detached tone, tinged with a hint of mockery, the attendant said: 'The master has given an order. You are to go pick the Qingtian Sword seedling, make three bows and nine kowtows, and present it with both hands. Otherwise, death!'"

  Hao Renjie's face was icy cold, his hand tightly grasping the Flame God Sword. With a long sword pointing forward, he laughed loudly: "What joy is there in living? What sorrow is there in dying?"

  "A raging inferno, burning my remaining body!"

  "I swear eternal life with fierce fire!"

  With a fierce cry, Hao Renjie swung his sword, and the flames that erupted from this sword were not heavenly fire or earthly fire, but the fire in his heart. When the fire in his heart ignited, even gods would be burned together!

  That attendant's pupils constricted, and he threw a punch. "So you've already made some progress in sword intent, no wonder you're so arrogant! But I'm telling you, this bit of strength is still not enough to withstand even one blow!"

  "King's Blood!"

  One punch shook out, blood splattered everywhere, this punch shocked heaven and earth, able to make the king bleed.

  At the same time, three other attendants also made their move simultaneously.

  "Blood Sword!"

  "Blood Sword!"

  "Bloodstained handprint!"

  Three loud shouts, and heaven and earth seemed to turn into a sea of blood, with waves of blood surging up to the sky, overwhelming all living things.

  Hao Renjie grunted, the Lianhuo Shenjian was tainted, its divine light extinguished. He stumbled backwards, retreating three steps before falling to one knee with a thud. His entire body felt weak and numb, but he managed to insert his sword into the ground, barely preventing himself from collapsing.