Chapter 291: Transformation!
In an instant, the terrifying sword energy tore through all the remaining souls.
[Killed Eight-Star Martial God, gained 800,000,000 evolution points]
[Killed Eight-Star Martial God, gained 800,000,000 evolution points]
[Killed Eight-Star Martial God, gained 800,000,000 evolution points]
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[Absorbed Eight-Star Martial God's blood essence, gained 8,000 energy points]
[Absorbed Eight-Star Martial God's blood essence, gained 8,000 energy points]
[Absorbed Eight-Star Martial God's blood essence, gained 8,000 energy points]
...
At that moment, the system's notifications flooded in, as if on a frenzy.
A massive amount of energy was absorbed into the sword, and the blood essence flowed endlessly into its blade.
All of this energy was transmitted into Sima Qi's body.
Ecstasy!
Sima Qi was overwhelmed with excitement.
It felt incredible. The energy he had just consumed was fully restored!
No, not just restored—it filled his body to the point where it felt like it was overflowing.
With a thought, he activated his cultivation technique, quickly digesting the energy within him.
Even the wounds on his body began to heal rapidly, visible to the naked eye.
Seeing this, Qian Zhenmo's eyes widened in disbelief. His entire body trembled slightly, his gaze filled with shock and horror.
In just a few moments, the strongest members of his sect had been wiped out!
This blow was too devastating for him to bear.
"Qian Zhenmo, you're next!" Sima Qi sneered.
The blood essence he had just absorbed had restored him significantly. As long as he killed Qian Zhenmo, the rest of his lost blood essence could be completely replenished.
Qian Zhenmo clenched his teeth, making up his mind in that instant.
Whoosh—
In a flash, he charged forward, wielding his trident, and rushed straight at Sima Qi without using any combat skills.
He knew by now that combat techniques were useless—Sima Qi's sword could cut through all energy.
"Still daring to fight me?!" Sima Qi laughed wildly, meeting Qian Zhenmo's charge head-on with his sword.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Their weapons clashed violently.
Qian Zhenmo's trident wasn't an ordinary weapon and didn't break easily under the fierce exchange.
But as they fought, Sima Qi sensed something strange. His eyes widened in shock.
"You…"
In that instant, he noticed that Qian Zhenmo's body was swelling with energy.
Self-detonation!
He was planning to self-destruct!
At this moment, Sima Qi had no way to kill Qian Zhenmo directly. If he didn't flee now, he would be caught in the explosion.
Just as Sima Qi was about to retreat—
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Energy threads shot out from Qian Zhenmo's body, entangling Sima Qi tightly.
Sima Qi's expression darkened, and he tried to break free from the binding threads, but Qian Zhenmo's body continued to swell with energy.
"We're going to hell together!!!" Qian Zhenmo laughed maniacally.
In the next moment, his body erupted into a blinding white light.
Boom!!!
His body exploded, the force lighting up the entire sky.
At that moment, the effect of the [Demon's Claw] vanished.
Qian Bailian looked up at the terrifying explosion, his expression grim.
The entire sect had been annihilated.
"That bastard..."
Sima Qi's physical body had been blown apart in the explosion. His soul had barely escaped his body, desperately flying away.
The self-detonation was meant to destroy his soul as well. He hadn't expected Qian Zhenmo to be this ruthless.
As Sima Qi's soul hovered, he looked longingly at the sword lying on the ground below. He couldn't wield it in his current state.
This sword, which had helped him rise to power, was now being left behind.
But compared to his life...
His life was more important!
Better to live another day than to die in vain!
He was about to flee when—
"Where do you think you're going?"
A figure appeared in front of Sima Qi's soul.
Qian Bailian!
Sima Qi's eyes filled with terror. He tried to escape, but it was too late.
Qian Bailian, wielding his spear, pierced through Sima Qi's soul.
"Aaaah!!!" Sima Qi howled in agony, his voice filled with despair.
His soul slowly disintegrated, fading into nothingness.
Qian Bailian's cold eyes scanned the area. This situation had taken him completely by surprise.
His sect had lost so many Martial Gods today.
Damn it.
His gaze turned toward the sword below, his expression icy.
"This sword cannot be left behind."
With a thought, Qian Bailian swung his spear, releasing a wave of powerful flames toward Ye Fan's sword.
Boom!
The searing flames engulfed Ye Fan's sword.
[Swordmaster deceased, gained 10,024,967,487 evolution points]
What?!
Ye Fan was stunned.
He had gained over ten billion evolution points!
Shocked by the sudden surge of points, Ye Fan ignored the flames surrounding his sword.
At that moment, Qian Bailian, spear in hand, descended from the sky, aiming to strike the sword.
Clang!
His spear clashed against Ye Fan's blade.
"Huh!?"
Seeing that the sword remained unscathed, Qian Bailian furrowed his brows.
He channeled his energy into the spear, which soon became encased in frost.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
He relentlessly attacked the sword with his spear.
"Is he trying to destroy me?" Ye Fan thought, stunned.
This old man was wielding a divine weapon. If he kept attacking like this, there was a real chance that Ye Fan might be damaged.
With a thought, Ye Fan's sword lifted into the air, dodging the spear.
Qian Bailian was momentarily startled.
In the next moment, he saw the sword hovering right before him.
"You want to kill me?" Ye Fan's cold voice rang out.
At that moment, he began consuming energy points and initiated... Transformation!