Immortal Path to Heaven

Chapter 968: Blood Splattered After 5 Steps

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Yellow sand filled the sky. Wind and sand swept everywhere.

The village was already filled with blood. Corpses, mutilated corpses, and the rich smell of blood made people want to vomit everything in their stomachs.

He Jian, who was holding a sword, had completely changed. He had become incomparably sharp and arrogant. Although he had only learned an incomplete technique, this move had the ability to split open the sky.

Ou Yangming focused his attention and looked over. He Jian's old body had transformed into a long sword that had been tempered a thousand times.

He stood up. His body was not tall enough, but he seemed to be able to carry the rise and fall of the world. His finger lightly brushed across the sword's edge as he said in a low voice, "I'm just a mortal. I can't help the common people, but I have flesh and blood. It's fine if I don't encounter such a thing. Once I encounter it, I'll have to meddle in it even if it's with my broken body."As this voice spread out, an earth-shaking aura of a dragon and a tiger erupted from his body.

On the other hand, Ou Yangming's wrist made a crisp sound. The Blood Spear Dragon Slayer appeared in his hand.

His voice sounded like it came from hell as he yelled, "Kill!"

This time, there might be countless powerful enemies, and it was hard to predict whether he would live or die, but he had to go.

If he did not stab out with this spear, he would feel injustice. If he felt injustice, he would not be able to calm down. Therefore, this battle was unavoidable.

Ou Yangming let out a breath of cold air. With a thought, a white flame spread out from his palm. In an instant, a great fire lit up the prairie. Amidst the flames, He Jian raised his sword while Ou Yangming raised his spear. The 2 figures gradually disappeared on the other side of the yellow sand.

After half a day.

In front of a small tribe, a Blood Horned Dragon that was 33 meters long opened its claws. A blood light flashed in its eyes, and a majestic suction force erupted from its palm.

"Crack!" The human at the Extreme Grade boundary could not control his body and charge toward the Blood Horned Dragon's claws. It was as if he had taken the initiative to attack, but the dragon simply snapped his neck. It sucked hard, and a thin stream of Bloodline Power was swallowed in one gulp.

"Hmph. Lowly, lowly ants. You only have a thin stream of Bloodline Power." The Blood Horned Dragon snickered and licked its lips.

"Of course. How can these little bits of bloodlines of the Dragons and the Phoenixes compare to yours, Young Master?" A 20-meters-long Blood Horned Dragon had a fawning smile on its face.

This was the Blood Horned Dragon Clan. They had a notorious reputation in the Big Ruins. They ate humans and devoured their Bloodline Powers.

Nonetheless, because this clan was very crafty, they built their nest at the edge of an unknown region and were cunning. Even the strongest clans of the Humans were troubled. As time passed, they were no longer willing to interfere.

The dragon that was addressed as a young master had an arrogant expression on its face. Even so, it pretended to be mature and said, "Pick the teenage ones and bring them back. Kill all the young and old ones." Its voice was as calm as an ancient well. It seemed like to it, killing people was as easy as eating and drinking.

Following that, the hundred over Blood Horned Dragons immediately cried out loudly and pounced forward. Their eyes were filled with ferocity.

In an instant, the tribe was painted red by fresh blood. The cold winds whimpered, and it was bone-piercing cold. Even half of the sky was dyed red.

"Mother, I'm afraid." The voice was soft and weak.

A girl with a ponytail was seen trembling. There were traces of tears on her face, and the ponytail on her head was disheveled in the cold wind.

"Lil' Lan, don't be afraid. Come, Mother will carry you." A woman was dressed in a sackcloth, and her eyes were already covered with a layer of death intent. To her, this day was like falling into hell. Her husband was captured, and her neighbors were either dead, escaped, or caught. The sky seemed to have collapsed, where only black and white remained in the world. Her heart was filled with despair but for Lil' Lan's sake, she could not fall.

At this moment, a voice filled with ridicule rang out.

"Young Master, 2 of them got away."

"Mm, bring the woman back. Kill the child." The young master waved its hand impatiently.

"Understood…" The low-rank Blood Horned Dragon pounced forward and aimed for Lil' Lan's throat.

The woman screamed loudly. Her hair was disheveled, and she unleashed an unimaginable power. She hugged Lil' Lan tightly and refused to let go.

A father's love was like a mountain while a mother's love was like water. They were both the greatest powers in the world. At this moment, the woman was like a lioness protecting her cub. Even if it was the sky that was pressing down on her, she would still block it.

Nevertheless, how could it be easy for an Extreme Grade cultivator to stop a Spiritualist?

The Blood Horned Dragon swiped its claw outwards, and an invisible wind gathered out of thin air and blew the woman away.

At the same time, it changed its move again and lunged directly at the girl's heart. Its speed was incredibly fast.

The woman's eyes were filled with blood mist. Every cell in her body screamed. Her blood was burning, and blood and sweat flowed out of every pore on her body. The spiritual Qi in her dantian exploded. She took a step forward, and a surge of power that surpassed her limits burst forth as she stood in front of Lil' Lan. There was already a big hole on her back, and her strength flowed out of her body with the blood. Her body became lighter, and there was a sweet smell in her throat. A large mouthful of blood flowed from her body into her mouth but when she saw Lil' Lan under her, she gathered her last breath and forcefully swallowed the blood back.

She knew that Lil' Lan was afraid of blood. Every time the little girl touched a bit of blood, she would have to wash them away for a long time.

How could the woman bear to splatter her blood on Lil Lan's face and body? How long would the girl have to cry for?

Her feet shook slightly, and the light in her eyes gradually disappeared. She said with tears of blood, "Lil' Lan, it's mother's fault. I didn't… Protect… You…" She raised her arm and wanted to touch the little girl's face one last time, but the world in front of her shook quickly and shattered with a bang. She was dead and could not be touched anymore.

Lil' Lan's vision went black, and her world also collapsed. A hint of numbness and confusion appeared in her eyes.

"You actually made me make a fool of myself in front of Young Master?" The Blood Horned Dragon's heart was filled with viciousness. It swung its claws at Lil' Lan's head, and a cold light appeared on its claw. If the claw struck the little girl, her head would definitely crack open like a watermelon. It liked to watch its enemies' blood spurt out. That kind of feeling could only be described with one word—wonderful.

It was getting closer and closer!

Just as its claws were an inch away from Lil' Lan's head, a golden spear-light sliced through the air.

The tip of the spear was as swift as the wind and as fierce as fire. It was as if a Heavenly Thunderbolt had descended from the heavens and as it passed by, it was undefeatable.

A trace of fear flashed through the Blood Horned Dragon's eyes. It widened its eyes and watched as the spear-light that descended from the sky forcefully sliced through its body.

Its body fell heavily to the ground and broke into two. A tremendous power surged continuously within its remnant body, instantly wiping out all of its life force.

2 figures—one old and one young—came down like a hurricane. The murderous aura on their bodies was incomparably dense.

Ou Yangming glanced at He Jian. His voice was ice-cold as he enunciated word by word, "Blood shall be repaid in blood!"

He Jian's eyes were no longer cloudy. His eyes seemed to contain 2 blood-red worlds. The longsword in his hand hummed softly. He gently held the hilt of the sword and said coldly, "Don't worry. I'll let you be stained with blood today. None of these things can leave!"

"You dare to meddle in the affairs of the Blood Horned Dragon Clan? Do you not want to live anymore?" A high-rank Blood Horned Dragon roared in a muffled voice. Its face was full of arrogance.

The young master from the Blood Horned Dragon Clan also had a casual expression. Its eyes were full of provocation. This time, it had brought 4 high-rank Spiritualists with him. They had gone out together, so it was not afraid at all.

Ou Yangming did not even raise his eyelids. He half-squatted and tried to soften his voice as much as possible as looked at Lil' Lan and asked, "What's your name?"

He raised his finger and wanted to wipe the bloodstains off her face, but she was like a frightened fox. Her eyes were full of fear. Her thin and weak body shivered, but she did not dare to dodge. She was very careful.

This touched the softest part of Ou Yangming's heart.

His gaze was gentle as he smiled and added, "Don't be afraid. I'll take revenge for your mother."

Hearing this, Lil' Lan's eyes regained a little bit of spirit, but she still did not reply. There was nothing more sorrowful than death to her.

Ou Yangming glanced at the dead woman and suddenly stood up. An incredibly dense killing intent was released. The Blood Spear Dragon Slayer shone brightly while countless blood rays shone. It was as if even the sky had darkened. At this moment, he did not want to use any magic arts. Instead, the young fellow wanted to shower himself with fresh blood and fight with force. Only then could he vent the killing intent in his heart.

"Kill!" Before he could finish his word, he took a step forward, and a cold light flashed on the Blood Spear Dragon Slayer.

He bowed and took a step forward. His center of gravity sank, and he thrust out his spear. He directly pierced through the heart of a Blood Horned Dragon, and the Devouring Power exploded.

In the blink of an eye, the Blood Horned Dragon collapsed inch by inch. Not even a speck of ash remained.

"Hahaha, how satisfying!" Ou Yangming let out a long howl. His body swayed as he flew out. In the blink of an eye, he approached a middle-rank Blood Horned Dragon, and killing intent filled his eyes. He struck out with his spear then struck back with his other hand. It was filled with numerous variations and at the same time, it was soundless and impossible to guess. With a bang, the Blood Horned Dragon's head was split into two halves. Fresh blood splattered out, dyeing the young fellow's clothes red. He was bathed in fresh blood like an Asura that had just walked out of hell.

His body still did not stop. He leaped forward and with a flash, he pounced on another mid-rank Blood Horned Dragon.

The enormous Blood Horned Dragon's immediately felt its scalp go numb. When it saw Ou Yangming glaring at it with his blood-red eyes, it immediately let out a shrill cry. It felt as if all the courage in its body had been scared away. It was already frightened by this person. Previously, a middle-rank Blood Horned Dragon went against him but did not have the slightest ability to retaliate. How could it block him? Its entire body quivered as it roared, "Young Master, save me!"

"You—you're courting death!"

When the young master saw this, its expression changed slightly. It waved its claws forward and coldly said, "I want to have this person's heart while I'm having liquor!"

"Yes!" Two 30-meter long Blood Horned Dragons flew out with majestic auras.

They had already reached the level of high-rank spirit beasts, and they pounced toward Ou Yangming.

However, Ou Yangming did not even raise his eyelids. A vicious look flashed in his eyes. He thrust his long spear forward, and a Blood Horned Dragon's eyes widened. It took one last look at this world, and it spat out blood. With a bang, it fell to the ground and died.

"Fight!" Ou Yangming let out a long cry. Not only did he not retreat, but he also charged toward the 2 high-level foreign creatures.

As for He Jian, he did not seem to be in a hurry. Every sword strike could be seen clearly.

Having said that, the strange thing was that none of the dragons could dodge him. Every time a sword attack was made, a Blood Horned Dragon would fall into a pool of blood.

Moreover, there was not even a drop of blood on the old man's body. He truly killed a Blood Horned Dragon every 10 steps without leaving a single trace behind.

After just 8 minutes, more than 10 Blood Horned Dragons had been killed by him.