Pulling out the Sword, Blood dying the Precipice Red

Pulling out the Sword, Blood dying the Precipice Red...

Beneath the precipice, within the sword range, everyone's expressions twisted into incredulous shock as they fixed their gaze upon Qin Wentian.

This man had willingly offered his blood to the demon sword.

The sinister reputation of the demon sword was well-known. The moment it tasted blood, it wouldn't stop until it drained the very life force from its victim, causing them to perish from extreme blood loss.

Qin Wentian, renowned for his cautious nature, had taken this risk solely because he sensed a peculiar resonance between his blood and the mournful cries of the demon sword. It was this uncanny connection that compelled him to roll the dice.

A mysterious sensation enveloped Qin Wentian, as if he could sense the sorrow and anguish embedded within the very essence of the demon sword.

However, something inexplicable occurred—the demon sword ceased siphoning his blood.

The anguished cries of the demon sword continued to pierce the heavens and earth, yet it inexplicably halted its blood-draining onslaught against Qin Wentian.

With both hands clamped onto the sword's hilt, Qin Wentian's demonic aura surged towards the heavens. He strained with all his might, pulling on the sword. A deafening rumble shook the sword range as it trembled violently. An overwhelming, almost boundless sword aura radiated from the weapon, washing over everything in its path.

"Chi, chi..."

A piercing sound echoed through the air as the demon sword quivered, its hilt shifting outward by half a foot.

Though a seemingly modest distance, the fact that Qin Wentian could budge the sword, even a fraction, sent shockwaves through the hearts of all who watched.

The demon sword had yielded to his strength.

The origin of this eerie blade appeared to be beyond this world. It had cleaved the earth to form the precipice, anchoring itself deep within the ground and giving birth to the sword range. For ages, it had remained unmoved, defying all attempts to dislodge it.

Yet today, a mere cultivator at the first level of Heavenly Dipper had managed to shift it by half a foot.

This meager achievement was more than enough to astonish the entire Sword Reverence City.

"How... how is this possible?"

Expressions of disbelief and astonishment painted the faces of the representatives from the city's three major powers.

The overwhelming sword aura continued to radiate, engulfing all in its path.

"KILL HIM NOW!"

Hovering in mid-air, the Wang Clan's members, witnessing this unprecedented event, promptly underwent a dramatic shift in demeanor. Fearing further unforeseen developments, they urgently ordered Qin Wentian's execution.

As their voices rang out, those surrounding Qin Wentian surged forward, launching their attacks.

However, in that very moment, Qin Wentian thrust a single finger forward. Swirling torrents of boundless sword-might coalesced around it, erupting forth like a thunderbolt. It pierced through the throat of one of his unfortunate adversaries with lightning speed. The fallen enemy's last expression was one of sheer disbelief as his lifeless body crashed to the ground.

With just a finger, Qin Wentian had vanquished an opponent whose cultivation base surpassed his own.

"This..."

The three remaining adversaries came to an abrupt halt, their faces contorted in sheer terror. The unimaginable had occurred—Qin Wentian had harnessed the power of the demon sword's sword-might!

Undeterred, Qin Wentian resumed his efforts to extract the sword. Despite the intensifying wails, the sword refused to budge any further.

In a sudden move, Qin Wentian laid his palm on the demon sword's edge, slicing another gash on his palm to encourage his blood to flow into the weapon, urging it to drink.

The sword-might swelled even more, the wails reverberating through the heavens and earth.

High above in the sky, amidst the wails of dragons and the mournful cries of phoenixes, a celestial constellation materialized. It hung majestically, casting a brilliant radiance that even painted the sky in vibrant hues.

In Sword Reverence City, countless gazes turned skyward, their hearts quivering with indescribable emotions.

The mournful cries of the demon sword had given rise to a celestial constellation.

On the flatlands below the precipice, onlookers craned their necks to witness this surreal spectacle.

Qin Wentian redoubled his efforts to free the sword. This time, he succeeded in pulling it out by another two feet.

"How much more of my blood do you crave?" Qin Wentian murmured, his gaze locked onto the Wang Clan members. His countenance turned frigid, and a chilling murderous intent radiated from him, chilling the Wang Clan to the core.

"The Wang Clan sought my death. To not retaliate would render me unworthy of the name Qin Wentian."

Each word dripped with icy resolve. As his voice faded, he thrust a single finger forward. A bloody aperture appeared in Wang Xiao's forehead, and he plummeted lifelessly to the ground.

The faces of the Wang Clan members contorted horribly, but their horror deepened when Qin Wentian shifted his gaze to Wang Jue. In the same cold, ruthless manner, he pierced another bloodstained point onto Wang Jue's brow, and Wang Jue followed his comrade into death.

Wang Jue, a formidable Heaven's Chosen who had once held the prestigious number six position on the Heavenly Fate Rankings and managed to retain it, now lay defeated by Qin Wentian in Sword Reverence City.

All of this was because the Wang Clan had targeted Qin Wentian.

With unwavering resolve, Qin Wentian sliced his palm again along the edge of the demon sword, inflicting another gash. His eyes remained as cold as ever.

"GO!" The middle-aged man bellowed. The Wang Clan members immediately took to the skies, attempting to flee. However, they couldn't escape faster than Qin Wentian's relentless onslaught. Swiftly jabbing his fingers through the air, razor-sharp rays of light streaked forth, decimating many of their experts.

"EVERYONE, RETREAT!" The Heavenly Sword Sect's sect leader issued the order, not daring to linger any longer.

"Hurry, leave this place!" Panic gripped the members of the Li Clan. They knew they had to vacate the area swiftly; otherwise, they would face certain death.

As Qin Wentian's cold gaze swept over their fleeing figures, his sword intent, in harmony with the resonance of his blood, borrowed the demon sword's power, reaping lives mercilessly.

One by one, countless experts from the Heavenly Sword Sect and Li Clan fell, and this astonishing display left the Zong Clan members in dumbfounded shock.

Qin Wentian had harnessed the might of the demon sword.

"RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" Jian Wuyou shouted frantically. Qin Wentian's eyes locked onto the surviving fugitives who were desperately trying to escape, and his gaze flickered uncontrollably.

Fresh blood poured out over the demon sword's surface as yet another wound appeared on his palms. The mournful wails reached a deafening crescendo, and the celestial constellation in the sky blazed even brighter than before.

Qin Wentian made another attempt to free the sword. This time, he managed to pull it out by another five feet. The earth quaked, and the surroundings of the sword range erupted into chaos. Even the precipice trembled violently. The formidable sword-might enveloped the entire world.

"The Heavenly Sword Sect and the Li Clan sought my life, yet now you all hope to escape unscathed?" A frigid voice echoed, intertwined with the mournful melody of the demon sword. It was the voice of the demon sword. It was the voice of Qin Wentian's resolute heart.

A chilling gust of wind swept through, causing everyone to shiver involuntarily.

A cultivator from the Heavenly Sword Sect let out a blood-curdling scream as he attempted to flee upwards through the skies. However, a chilling sensation enveloped his body, and he reached out to touch it, only to realize that half his body had been slashed apart, leaving behind a trail of fresh blood.

One after another, cultivators plummeted from the air, crashing lifelessly to the ground. Jian Wuyou was overwhelmed with regret as he watched the horrifying scene unfold. He regretted listening to the Wang Clan and the choices he had made today.

The Li Clan was in a similar state, with countless experts falling in the blink of an eye.

The Wang Clan, despite being the fastest to flee, suffered devastating losses, with more than half of their members perishing. As they dashed out of the precipice, the mournful sword melody finally weakened, but they dared not slow down, flying away at their maximum speed.

The remaining cultivators from the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Li Clan reached the same point and returned to their starting position. Their faces were ashen, and despair weighed heavily on their hearts.

The outcome of this battle was devastating. Despite deploying their elite experts, the majority of their forces had been obliterated. The three major powers of Sword Reverence City had effectively ceased to exist.

The citizens of Sword Reverence City rushed out in waves, their faces filled with apprehension as they witnessed the aftermath.

What had transpired here?

The Wang Clan, Li Clan, and Heavenly Sword Sect were terrified as they gazed in the direction of the sword range, where it seemed as if a malevolent force resided.

Above the sky, the sad roars of dragons and the mournful cries of phoenixes continued to echo. The constellation had formed from the demon sword's wails. Had the experts been slain by the demon sword embedded in the sword range?

"Are you all satisfied with the results of this battle?" a voice seemed to emanate from beneath the precipice and descend from the heavens, melding with the demon sword's wails.

The spectators shuddered upon hearing the voice, and the remaining experts from the Wang Clan, Heavenly Sword Sect, and Li Clan hastily retreated, gripped by terror.

Why was a voice so terrifying?

Who did it belong to?

Who could pose such a grave threat to the experts of the three powers?

Spectators watched as the sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Jian Wuyou, and the clan leader of the Li Clan, Li Zhentian, both had trembling hands. Even individuals of their stature were profoundly shaken. What had they experienced earlier?

"Why did the demon sword allow itself to be drawn by him?" The Wang Clan's members coldly accused, glaring at the Heavenly Sword Sect and Li Clan's survivors.

But Jian Wuyou and Li Zhentian stared back, their expressions ice-cold and unsightly.

Their elite forces had been decimated in this battle, and the Wang Clan had the audacity to blame them now?

No one knew why Qin Wentian was able to draw the demon sword.

"Your Wang Clan wanted to deal with Qin Wentian. Yet when he pulled out the demon sword, we suffered the most significant losses," Jian Wuyou retorted with a frigid tone, his anger boiling over, while his fear of the Wang Clan had completely vanished.

The earlier voice had left the surrounding people's hearts racing.

Could it have belonged to Qin Wentian?

Had Qin Wentian really managed to extract the demon sword, an object that had been immovable for centuries? What incredible and earth-shattering battle had taken place there today?

At the base of the precipice, the sword range lay in ruins. Qin Wentian still clutched the demon sword's hilt, his long hair dancing in the wind as he gazed up at the celestial constellation. His eyes were filled with an unyielding determination.

The demon sword refused to budge any further. It demanded the entirety of his blood, a terrifying price to pay.

The members of the Zong Clan gathered together, their hearts pounded by waves of astonishment, threatening to overwhelm them. They could hardly believe what they were witnessing.

This was beyond anything they had ever imagined.

As they looked at the figure gripping the demon sword's hilt, a peculiar sensation washed over them, as if this young man was the rightful master of the sword.

Back when he was in the Zong Clan, Qin Wentian had endured provocation from individuals like Zong Hong and Zong Peng, concealing his true brilliance. But now, they were witnessing the unparalleled dominance he was capable of.

Was this the magnificent style befitting the top-ranked individual on the Heavenly Fate Rankings, the unmatched talent of his generation?

Was this the same overwhelming presence he had displayed when defeating the world's monstrous talents on the Vermilion Bird arena?

Regrettably, none of them had witnessed his incredible feats in the ancient kingdom firsthand.

Now, the young man holding the demon sword appeared to be a monarch of demons, commanding absolute obedience. It filled their hearts with an urge to worship him. Even the elder who had clashed with Qin Wentian before was overwhelmed with remorse. This young man shone as brightly as the constellations in the nine heavenly layers. Who was he to criticize such a talent? Even Clan Lord Zong Yi lacked the qualifications to find fault with such a remarkable individual.

Hidden dragons lurked within the Zong Clan, waiting for the right moment to rise. When these dragons soared to the heavens, the day of the Zong Clan's reunion with the Azure Faction and their return to glory in Grand Xia would dawn.

Zong Yi fixed his gaze on the young man's silhouette, taking a deep breath before making a solemn declaration, "As of this day, Qin Wentian, the Sword Son of the Zong Clan, is hereby granted the authority to lead our entire clan. His authority surpasses that of the elders, the doyens, and even my own as the clan lord!"