Becoming evil makes you ten times stronger, but becoming a demon gives you hundredfold strength-Chapter 352 - 304: Blood Transformation Sword, Sword as Blood, One Palm Breaks the Enemy, One Sword Across the Sky!_2

This strike, for countless Foundation Establishment experts, was an unattainable feat akin to ascension. Yet, as the attack descended, this person simply pressed lightly on the forehead of the Three Evils Monk.

With absolute control, not an ounce of excess force, just enough to break through your True Qi, causing your own defenses to strike back at you, leading to death!

Even she, wanting to deliver such a blow with the same power, simulated it in her mind ten times and concluded that she couldn’t do it!

"This guy is showing off,"

Yu Xuetong, clenching his fist, tried to appear nonchalant.

But his heart was thumping violently.

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What a joke, even if you gathered all the top scholars from the Immortal Sect, during the Foundation Establishment Stage, who could deliver such a strike?

A thought pierces the void, a god crushes the enemy, spanning a hundred meters, shocking for miles!

"No wonder... Ouyang Zhenxue values him..."

Yu Xuetong suddenly felt defeated. If his family had such a young person with such cultivation, he’d definitely treat him like a king!

...

Meng Yu stood before the ashes, entering a profound state of mystery.

That previous strike was so brilliant, it was beyond his expectations.

"Thank you,"

Meng Yu nodded slightly to the void.

Long ago, Meng Yu had met Bai Qianqian, heard of her ’Son of Heavenly Way’ project, and learned about the most important and secretive aspects it contained, enough so that he was willing to delay his time for Foundation Establishment.

The identity of the Son of Heavenly Dao.

People are considered cheap when away from their homeland, unless they have a (legal) card.

The laws of the Immortal Sect are contracted with the will of the planet. So tell me, the Blood God Sect is called the Blood God Sect, isn’t there a god known as the Blood God?

Today, Meng Yu came to Ceres, one of the most important twelve stars of the Blood God Sect, where the ten-millennium celebration is held, and the will of the Heavenly Dao, the Blood God, might shroud over it.

Under the Great Dao, all are equal, for the Dao sees you all the same, but Meng Yu’s identity is that of another Dao’s son!

A bunch of Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, ah no, dogs are over there playing happily, some so clever they even please their masters, but a dog is a dog. Then, a child stumbles over, will the dog’s owner spare the child an extra glance?

The Son of Heavenly Dao, compared to that pack of dogs, to the Blood God, Meng Yu is the child of a human!

Meng Yu felt like a fish in water upon arriving at Ceres. In the moment of this millennium celebration, a grand festival of the Blood God Sect, and behind the celebration is veneration, joyful festivity, communion between heaven and mortal. Below, people prepare faith and gifts, and the Blood God might respond appropriately, such as with sweets prepared in advance.

When the time comes, heaven and earth will act together.

For example, right now... Meng Yu’s eyes focused on the Broken Blade.

This broken saber was the personal weapon, painstakingly forged over a hundred years, of the Three Evils Monk. Though it had a soul like that of an infant, its master’s death caused it to wail in sorrow.

Fine red threads flew towards the Broken Blade; those were the overflowing essences of the Three Evils Monk who had devoured countless lives. Finally, the blade began to taste the flavor of its own master.

A red light appeared in Meng Yu’s eyes, and he suddenly remembered all the saber techniques he had learned during his time in the other world.

"You dare to kill!"

From atop the Cloud Platform, the companions of the Three Evils Monk roared loudly. Three Foundation Establishment Cultivators and fifteen Qi Refinement Practitioners simultaneously launched their Magic Artifacts, Flying Boats, and talismans towards Meng Yu.

Their leader was killed, and in that moment, they went mad. They were already rampant bandits, and all they wanted now was revenge!

Then, a streak of bloodlight flashed by.

The saber belonged to the Three Evils Monk. He had forged it with ancient methods, performed Blood Sacrifices with many souls upon it, and if it were not for the competition, this saber would have been upgraded to a Third Grade Magical Treasure long ago!

The saber was already broken into two pieces, yet it landed in Meng Yu’s hands.

Then, a single strike with the Broken Blade!

Just one strike!

In another world, Meng Yu had roamed thirty thousand miles, slaughtering countless legions of cultivators, his killing intent forged within mountains of corpses and seas of blood, honing an indescribably fearsome slash!

The saber light was like chains, saber light like shuttles!

Saber!

Meng Yu had learned the Wind-Slicing Strike, and in the Western Wastes, he had felled mountains, destroyed temples, slaughtered countless enemies, slaughtering Golden Cores as if they were pigs and dogs, with a single, dismissive strike!

The saber light was like mountains, its blade breaking seas, its edge annihilating all!

Divine Saber!

Or to put it another way, Meng Yu, who had painstakingly killed and honed his swordsmanship in the Cultivation World, suddenly felt like he should take the place of Mirror twelve, who boldly swallowed a huge Cultivator Legion and five giant Flying Boats, all at once!

Blood Transmutation Divine Saber!

With a single swing of the Saber, everyone heard a gentle hum.

It seemed to come from beyond the heavens, as if it aimed straight for the heart, like an unforgettable first love, or as though someone had viciously grasped one’s heart and twisted it a hundred times!

The supreme Blood God, Blood Transmutation Divine Saber!

In the Old Immortal Gate, amidst seas of blood and mountains of corpses, Meng Yu, who had been tempered countless times, returned to this world and fell silent for nine months, a time filled with countless moments of stillness.

At this moment, the Son of Heavenly Way had come to his Ceres, and he swung his saber!

This was no Swordsmanship of any Immortal Sect; this was the supreme Blood Transmutation Divine Saber of the Blood God Sect!

The one at the forefront was a Foundation Establishment Completion Cultivator, whose Blood River Divine Sword had been trained until it flowed incessantly like a river, endlessly, capable of blocking and dissolving any attack and returning it. All this time in the group, he and the Three Evils Monk were evenly matched, one in charge of defending, the other in charge of attacking.

He once boasted that among those in the Foundation Establishment Stage, no one could defeat him in a hundred moves, until now, when the saber light flashed by, thus familiar, much like the Blood River Floating Pagoda Saber of the Three Evils Monk!

The saber light was elusive like light, like a flat boat passing through myriad mountains and reaching the other shore!

And for him, a dot was right between his eyebrows!

Not painful, even somewhat gentle, but then his consciousness turned to nothing in an instant.

This strike was called "Gentleness."

The second Cultivator flew in from the side, Meng Yu’s saber light wasn’t aiming for him, but his body bizarrely split open, hand, feet, elbow, arm, shoulder, inch by inch, they fell and scattered on the ground, yet there was not a single trace of blood on the carcass.

This strike, it only cut through his shadow.

The third Cultivator reacted the quickest, retreating as fast as he could after Meng Yu’s strike. He had cultivated the Five Beasts Golden Bell Shield, sealing the five fierce beasts within the Shield, which erupted frantically as the Shield enveloped his entire body, but... he found it odd, looking around, why was everyone retreating backward? Right, why were the five fierce beasts gnawing at his body!

Ah, he remembered, the other’s strike had severed his connection with the fierce beasts, and from that moment, this eerie strike affected everyone!

That’s right, everyone, where were his companions?

When he turned his head, however, he realized he couldn’t see anything, his vision became blood-red, the only thing visible was the bright light of the saber, the five beasts gnawing at his limbs, but why didn’t it hurt?

Ah, it turned out his limbs had been severed, his hands, feet... right, and his head; his head had also fallen to the ground, but miraculously, he hadn’t died!

This strike was called "Indecisive."

The saber light spread, lengthening, reaching out, passing through everyone’s body, and then disappeared the next moment.

"Amitabha."

The Xiao Jun in front had already sheathed his Broken Blade, his gaze clear, without a hint of killing intent.

Seventeen, now only fifteen Qi Refinement Practitioners remained, those people suddenly took a deep breath, the killing god had stopped, they survived.

It was great to be alive. Just now, they even felt like they were on the verge of death.

Their current state was excellent, their Divine Sense grew clearer, thoughts racing, but why were the people around looking at them with pity and horror?

And, the blood-colored long saber in Meng Yu’s hand, when did it get restored, and why was it roaring and leaping with joy, as if a cat had encountered its owner, as if a dog was frantically wagging its tail!

That’s right, only then did they discover, strands of red lines were emerging from their foreheads, flying towards Meng Yu’s Broken Blade.

"We..."

Someone wanted to say something but staggered, their body crumbling as if made of sand, falling to dust, and at the same time, the rest started to disintegrate, like desiccated clay statues, turning to ashes. Their bones, muscles, and vital essence became those strands of red threads drawn to the long saber.

Blood Transformation Sword, the sword is like blood!