Slaughter Out a Path of Blood

Slaughter Out a Path of Blood . . .

Eight immortal emperors ascended from their coffins, a spectacle that filled the onlookers with astonishment and burgeoning hope. It strongly suggested that the Brahma Heavenly Emperor had chosen this place to leave behind his legacy. How else could the very emperors he had vanquished in ages past now be present?

—bzz!— A blur of motion, and the enigmatic gray-robed old man materialized atop one of the coffins. His gaze bore into the eight immortal emperors as he issued a stern command, "Do not violate the rules."

With those words, the eight emperors reined in their auras, yet they still exuded the might of ninth-level Celestial Phenomenon. These were genuine immortal emperor beings, and their inherent imperiousness inspired fear in those who beheld them.

"Who is this enigmatic old man?" Geniuses present were flabbergasted. This elder's fixation on rules hinted at a connection to the Brahma Heavenly Emperor. Were these eight immortal emperors the 'trial' they must surmount to claim the inheritance?

Qin Wentian stared at the old man, mystified. Why would a figure like him, shorn of his memories, insist on preserving what seemed to be the rules? Was his purpose here to guard this place, and did he share a link with the Brahma Heavenly Emperor?

The old man's feet moved, his form flickering in shades of gray as he vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind.

Once the old man departed, attention shifted back to the eight immortal emperors, who emanated a profound aura, their bodies surrounded by constellations.

Qin Wentian's hands gleamed with runic brilliance—a manifestation of the God's Hand.

Around Qing'er, spatial fluctuations intensified, cocooning her and Qin Wentian.

"Let's proceed," Qing'er murmured, her voice low. Then, the spatial energy enveloped them, and they vanished, reappearing in a passage leading deeper into the cavern.

Suddenly, an enormous golden palm materialized before them, obstructing their path, as if summoned by a malevolent force.

Qin Wentian and Qing'er swiftly defended themselves. The void-piercing fist and the God's Hand unleashed devastating might, yet the colossal golden palm stood impervious, its seemingly indestructible layers negating their attacks. Thunderous crashes reverberated as they were forcibly repelled. Regaining their footing, they found an immortal emperor—a radiant figure of golden light—blocking the passage, barring all who sought to pass.

"Be cautious!" Qin Wentian warned as he noticed other immortal emperors diverting their attention to them. In an instant, the Bone Race Ancestor stretched out his arms, seeking to ensnare them with overwhelming power.

Qin Wentian invoked his immortal battle art, launching a blood-red palm imprint.

However, he was taken aback as his opponent's arms proved incredibly pliant and boneless. Their elasticity deflected much of his attack's force, allowing it to continue unabated toward Qin Wentian. The surreal maneuver left him feeling profoundly unsettled.

Faced with the relentless onslaught of the immortal emperors, Qin Wentian could only respond with another fierce palm strike from his left hand. A deafening explosion reverberated through the cavern as he was pushed back, crashing into Qing'er. Quick as a thought, Qing'er channeled her spatial energy and whisked them back to their original location.

"These ancient emperors might be restricted to the peak of the ninth-level Celestial Phenomenon Realm, but their combat strength is incredibly overpowering. It's nearly impossible to confront them individually. We have to unite and face these eight emperors together if we hope to stand a chance!" one of the geniuses urgently called out. The group watched the eight emperors approach, their immense pressure weighing down on everyone. Despite their numerical superiority, they lacked the confidence to easily overcome this trial.

With hollow eyes, the ancient emperors advanced toward the crowd. Among them, the first to rise kept a sharp eye on Qin Wentian. It was as if he suspected that Qin Wentian and Qing'er had deliberately teleported to the passage within the cavern to undermine his plans.

The ancient emperor's chilling gaze pierced Qin Wentian's will. In that moment, Qin Wentian felt as though he had been transported back into a world of blood, where the emperor brandished a blood-red spear that descended upon him with apocalyptic judgment.

"Get out of here!" Qin Wentian erupted with flames, his body surrounded by intricate runic patterns. Thunderous echoes filled the air as his body expanded, pulsating with boundless strength.

"Everyone, our numbers far exceed those who entered before us. If we don't seize this opportunity to defeat these eight puppets and advance deeper into the cavern, we may never get another chance!" Qin Wentian shouted, his voice resonating with conviction. With a pair of wings unfurled from his back, he thrust his God's Hand forward, casting a colossal palm imprint that blotted out the sky, capable of obliterating all in its path.

The ancient emperor's eyes grew more malevolent, causing Qin Wentian to feel piercing agony in his own eyes. Blood illusions materialized into corporeal forms, wielding spears and thrusting toward his palm imprint. Simultaneously, the ancient emperor transformed into a red streak of light, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Qin Wentian, intent on ensnaring him within his eye technique's illusory realm.

Terrifying blood vortexes emerged, seeking to draw Qin Wentian into their depths. He realized that this attack wasn't a mere illusion; it was a tangible threat.

Blood chains lashed out, aiming to restrict his movements and drag him into the whirlpool.

Qin Wentian channeled his bloodlines into his God's Hand, unleashing a spear of boundless power. He moved like the wind, striking with lightning speed, directly toward the ancient emperor. However, he encountered an increasing number of blood spears that blocked his path.

...chi...! Qin Wentian's spear techniques were too swift. With a slight shift, he pierced through a blood clone formed from illusory bodies, obliterating it with his overwhelming bloodline power.

As Qin Wentian engaged in a desperate struggle against an ancient emperor, Qing'er's expression grew ice-cold. Her spatial energy transformed into an array of weapons, dancing in a furious display. A golden light enveloped her petite figure as she commanded the space before her.

She thrust out her palms, summoning the Immortal Slaying Diagram to aid Qin Wentian. Yet another immortal emperor moved to intercept her.

"Qing'er, stay back!" A voice rang out—a voice that belonged to none other than Zi Daoyang. His constellation radiated with divine energy, and a celestial presence descended. A radiant divine figure took shape, and as the palm strike from the immortal emperor landed, Zi Daoyang's energy seemed to devour the attack entirely. Then, with a flash of his constellation, a deafening boom rocked the surroundings. As Zi Daoyang unleashed his own attack, its power rivaled that of the ancient emperor—truly terrifying.

With every step Zi Daoyang took, Qing'er was compelled to retreat alongside him. But in a sudden twist, she boldly stepped past him. Her intention was clear—she wanted to aid Qin Wentian. However, Zi Daoyang's unexpected demand for her to stay back left her bewildered.

—Boom!— A thunderous explosion echoed from ahead as Qin Wentian reappeared. Yet, his steps were shaky, and traces of blood stained his lips. Even the once-bright luster of his God's Hand had dimmed considerably.

Qing'er's figure flickered, and she materialized at Qin Wentian's side. Concern filled her clear eyes. Meanwhile, the other geniuses initiated their battles against the ancient emperors. Bone Demon faced his own ancestor, having honed his copper body and steel-like bones to deliver crafty and powerful strikes.

It was evident that Bone Demon was outmatched by the ancient emperor, but he had the support of two allies. Xu Ruxue, known for her terrifying whip constellation, wielded a whip pulsating with runic light, generating destructive power with each flick. Her strength had earned her a spot among the top ten rankers on the Immortal Ascension Rankings.

Kun Nu, blessed with divine-tier strength, possessed golden palms capable of suppressing the heavens and earth. The three top-ten rankers fought together, yet it was an arduous battle even for them against a single ancient immortal emperor.

"Zhan Peng, hurry and assist!" Xu Ruxue called out to Zhan Peng, ranked #7. His eyes flickered, and he dashed forward with lightning speed to join the fray.

Despite their numerical advantage, they found themselves individually suppressed by the ancient emperors.

—Buzz!— Someone retrieved an immortal weapon. As the weapon's immortal might emanated, all eight immortal emperors began to radiate a dazzling light. One of them pointed a finger toward the source of the immortal power, and piercing sounds filled the air. Three geniuses fell, their brows pierced, their lives snuffed out in an instant, including the one who had produced the immortal weapon.

"Dammit!" Zi Daoyang withdrew hastily, his expression twisted in displeasure. Did that deceased genius intend to kill them all? The ancient immortal emperors had unleashed power equivalent to the auras they sensed, but the audacious individual dared to wield an immortal weapon? It was a reckless act bordering on suicide.

With the geniuses dead, the immortal emperors' auras subsided once more, reverting them to the peak of the Celestial Phenomenon Realm.

Amid the ensuing silence, Qin Wentian and Qing'er abruptly vanished, heading deeper into the cavern. The same immortal emperor reappeared, launching a massive palm imprint. Qin Wentian's God's Hand erupted with full force, annihilating all obstacles in their path.

This time, the other immortal emperors reacted swiftly, moving toward Qin Wentian at lightning speed.

Qing'er waved her hands, conjuring spatial barriers that coiled into a spiral to obstruct their pursuit. As she and Qin Wentian advanced together, her spatial energy surged, illuminating her surroundings. Her strength escalated explosively, capable of obliterating everything in her path.

Even the immortal emperor felt powerless against Qin Wentian and Qing'er's full-fledged assault. He glanced at the two, then stepped aside, allowing them to pass.

—Buzz!— They surged past him, penetrating deeper into the cavern's depths.

"Let's go!" Witnessing this, the other geniuses dashed forward. An overwhelming wave of power surged as they unleashed their utmost potential, leaving nothing behind as they raced ahead!