Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 1127 - 1123: Escape

Chu Zhiyuan stood in the distance, not in a hurry to approach.

These masters of the Myriad Blood Sect are comparable to the Venerable in the Second Transition, but how strong is the Third Transition?

Although their cultivation is not weak, their swordsmanship is inadequate, making Lu Xiaolu seem like she is cutting vegetables and fruits, like a wolf in a flock of sheep.

Their swords always lag behind Lu Xiaolu, unable to even touch her sleeves.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head incessantly.

Lu Xiaolu’s movement technique and swordsmanship are now revealed in their fullest glory.

In the blink of an eye, only two of the eight Myriad Blood Sect masters remained without a sword wound.

The others all got hit by her sword, almost all in critical points.

Only the slender young man and another plain and unremarkable young man had more formidable movement techniques, still unharmed under her sword.

However, those six young men struck in critical points did not die, seeming uninjured.

Even with swords in their throats and necks, even with one in the heart and Dantian, they remained lively and fierce, continuing their wild assault.

Chu Zhiyuan had been Insight scanning them, trying to discern the ingenuity of their mental method to find their weaknesses.

Their breath circulation not only mobilized True Yuan but also their blood.

Blood boiled, emitting peculiar energy that fused with True Yuan, making True Yuan more solid and forceful.

The Sword Aura of their longswords grew increasingly red, and its power became stronger.

The aura emitted from the blood got thicker.

But those critical wounds didn’t bleed externally, keeping the blood locked inside the body.

Critical wounds without bloodshed, remaining lively as though not injured.

Chu Zhiyuan pondered, is this their most formidable aspect?

The eight masters of the Myriad Blood Sect continued their relentless assault.

Red Sword Aura crisscrossed to form a red net, yet unable to do anything against Lu Xiaolu.

Her figure was like dancing among the sword net, light and graceful, elegant and captivating.

Her longsword was swift and fierce, frequently striking their critical points.

Even when striking critical points, no blood flowed, as though unharmed, she continued with an unchanged expression.

Chu Zhiyuan could see that she did not believe in evil, not convinced that they couldn’t be killed.

Under Insight, despite their unaffected appearance, they were actually injured.

Lu Xiaolu’s Sword Aura had infiltrated their bodies, wreaking havoc internally.

The Blood Qi could repair some of it, but cannot completely dissipate all damage.

These damages were accumulating, awaiting a breaking point.

And as they got hit again and again, this critical point rapidly approached.

Chu Zhiyuan clapped his hands and laughed, "Senior sister, they can’t hold on much longer."

He was ten meters away from the battlefield, clearly there to watch the excitement.

The eight from the Myriad Blood Sect glared at him angrily, but they lacked the energy to deal with him.

Lu Xiaolu’s bright longsword had become their nightmare, impossible to evade.

"Go!" The slender young man suddenly shouted: "Scatter and retreat!"

Chu Zhiyuan’s lips suddenly moved, his voice only audible to Lu Xiaolu: "Just focus on that Third Transition guy."

Lu Xiaolu nodded.

The eight Myriad Blood Sect masters shot in eight different directions, deliberately avoiding Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan stood by idly, showing no intention of acting, letting them breathe a sigh of relief.

Lu Xiaolu followed the slender young man closely, her sword light constantly piercing towards him.

The slender young man’s figure was incredibly fast, his Sword Posture fierce, Sword Aura pale pink, markedly different from others’ blood-red.

But his speed and swordsmanship were both suppressed by Lu Xiaolu; during his escape, he was consecutively struck three times within ten miles, one in the heart, one in the chest, one in the right shoulder.

After these three strikes, the slender young man’s Blood Qi boiled furiously, struggling to suppress the bleeding from the wounds.

He glared furiously, gritting his teeth as he swung his sword, "Too much bullying!"

Lu Xiaolu smirked coldly, "You evil demons from the Myriad Blood Sect deserve to be exterminated by everyone, what’s too much bullying!"

"I have never devoured an innocent person!" The slender young man coldly said, "I’ve only used Demon Monster Essence Blood!"

"Who believes that?!" Lu Xiaolu snorted, "Even if not now, you will in the future!"

"I will never devour Essence Blood of my kind!" The slender young man gritted his teeth.

"Such nice words!" Lu Xiaolu sneered.

When they initially join the Myriad Blood Sect, disciples may still have conscience, a line they won’t cross.

But eventually, they can’t resist devouring human Essence Blood.

To reach Second Transition without devouring human Essence Blood is already the limit, a prodigy.

Yet, such prodigies, when wanting to advance further at the Third Transition, will certainly seek ways to devour human Venerables.

This is the shortcut, the only path; anyone devouring demons will assuredly lose control.

These are clearly recorded in Guanghan Palace, meant to warn Guanghan Palace disciples, never show mercy to these demons.

Guanghan Palace once had disciples who spared demons due to mercy, only to end up harmed by demons.

Practicing Evil Technique inevitably leads to becoming a demon, there’s no escape.

The only countermeasure is to eliminate them, preventing disaster to the world, saving the innocent.

"Fine, fine, since that’s the case, let’s die together!" The slender young man gritted his teeth, eyes blood-red, seemingly ready to devour people.

"Then bring it on!" Lu Xiaolu laughed mockingly, "See if you dare to go down together!"

She knew these demons all had a Secret Technique for mutual destruction, immensely powerful.

Yet she was utterly fearless, as her movement technique was fast enough, leaving time to evade.

Chu Zhiyuan employed Insight here and suddenly appeared behind a Myriad Blood Sect expert, the round-faced youth who had spoken earlier.

A move from the Heavenly Sword Secret Scripture lightly grazed his shoulder and neck.

The Shadowless Divine Sword was silent and elusive, as was Chu Zhiyuan’s appearance.

When the sword tip reached the back of this round-faced youth’s head, he still hadn’t noticed.

By the time he realized something was amiss, his neck was already in pain, then he noticed the world turning upside down as he quickly rolled away.

He then saw a headless corpse, only to realize it was his own body.

Darkness surged in, swallowing him instantly, complete annihilation.

Chu Zhiyuan gently flicked the Shadowless Divine Sword, nodding in satisfaction.

Combining the Shadowless Divine Sword with the Heavenly Sword Secret Scripture truly produced astonishing power, especially adept at stealthy assassinations.

Coupled with the Earth Origin Technique, it’s indeed invincible.

This Myriad Blood Sect mental method is peculiar, capable of locking blood and sealing injuries.

But it can’t regrow a severed head; once separated, death is inevitable.

Lu Xiaolu’s sword wasn’t sharp enough, nor was her Sword Posture vicious enough.

He then flickered six more times, effortlessly dealt with another seven.

When he resolved the seventh one, Super Sense already sensed the gaunt youth performing Jade and Stone Burning, with his blood qi thoroughly boiling.

As it boiled, his body’s surface showed no abnormality, the performance was invisible.

Chu Zhiyuan quickly used Sound Transmission into Secret: "Senior Sister, retreat!"

Lu Xiaolu’s sword tip was already at the gaunt youth’s left eye, about to blind him.

Upon hearing this, she swiftly retreated, instantly reaching a yard away, then two yards.

"Pop!"

"Bang!"

Amidst the muffled sound, a cloud of red mist exploded instantaneously.

Lu Xiaolu breathed a sigh of relief.

She hadn’t expected it to be so swift, surpassing her previous experiences.

In the next moment, a red light shot out from the red mist, swiftly fleeing.

Lu Xiaolu was stunned, hurriedly chased after it.

She hadn’t expected the gaunt youth to execute this move of Jade and Stone Burning and still survive.

Chu Zhiyuan was also curious.

After the blood qi boiled, it burst out from the body, forming that red mist.

But this part of the blood qi half exploded, while the other half gathered into a red pill.

The red pill returned to his body, making him accelerate even faster than before.

Such a Miracle Technique, it was the first time Chu Zhiyuan had witnessed.

He floated forward, walking alongside Lu Xiaolu: "Senior Sister, what cultivation technique is this?"

"Legendary Blood Qi Separation Technique of the Myriad Blood Sect." Lu Xiaolu said bitterly, "This guy is truly formidable, needs to be slain at all costs, or endless troubles will ensue."

"This guy’s talent is excellent." Chu Zhiyuan said, "He’ll become a major threat."

Lu Xiaolu said, "Junior Brother, take action, won’t you?"

"Not leaving it to you, Senior Sister?" Chu Zhiyuan asked with a smile.

Lu Xiaolu harrumphed, "Kill him first, then we’ll talk. Don’t let him really escape!"

"Then I’ll strike." Chu Zhiyuan agreed.

Lu Xiaolu quickly urged, "Hurry up!"

Chu Zhiyuan chuckled, "Grab onto me, Senior Sister, let’s accelerate."

Lu Xiaolu’s sleeve flew out White Silk, wrapping around Chu Zhiyuan’s waist.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly accelerated, causing her to soar into the air, like a kite in the wind.

Lu Xiaolu widened her bright eyes, watching the scene speed by in front of her.

She hadn’t anticipated Chu Zhiyuan’s movement technique to be this fast.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Zhiyuan dragged Lu Xiaolu to appear beside the gaunt youth.

The gaunt youth was like a skeleton, no longer visible as flesh, only skin covering bones.

But his eyes were extraordinarily bright, glaring forcefully.

He turned and glared at Chu Zhiyuan and Lu Xiaolu, emitting a strange, eerie laugh.

Chu Zhiyuan abruptly halted.

Lu Xiaolu was also pulled, her body again flew to mid-air, firmly held by the White Silk.

The gaunt youth instantly appeared two yards away, transforming into a cloud of red mist again.

Chu Zhiyuan retreated ten yards away again.

"Is he really dead?"

Lu Xiaolu stared at the distant red mist, worried another red light might pierce out.

Chu Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow, astonishingly said, "He actually escaped!"

Lu Xiaolu was incredulous, "He escaped? How did he escape?"

Chu Zhiyuan frowned, shaking his head, said, "Couldn’t even clearly see it."

The red mist surged forth, the inside turning hazy, and restored to normal in a moment.

But after this, the gaunt youth’s figure was already gone.

This blood mist wasn’t the entirety of his blood qi, just a portion of it.