Summit of the Old Gods

On the mountain peak a few kilometers south of the hiding place.

He Jing stared blankly at the scene unfolding in the sky.

With a thud, the woman's legs gave way and she collapsed awkwardly to the ground.

Such a grand feast of revenge should have been a joy for the cold and severe North Wind Sect.

Yet, she herself was on Yan Shuangzi's list of revenge.

Or rather, she should have been on the list.

It was only because she had once shown a trace of kindness, offering some idle advice to Yan Shuangzi, that she was lucky enough to survive.

Life was indeed preserved.

But what about the future?

Would she fare well?

He Jing grew increasingly restless and uneasy, wondering if she should seize the moment to escape now?

But she had already severed the contract with Lord Beifeng, now not even comparable to the weakest Weak God disciple in the mountain.

What fate awaited her if caught by anyone was self-evident.

Moreover, could she even run?

After her junior sister was rescued by a mysterious person, who knows what she went through, perhaps serving Lord Qiang Xiu, or fell into the Demon Path, following the Evil God·Evil Dog.

No matter who it was, if she dared to act rashly, the junior sister could teleport right in front of her.

The sword would likely fall too.

He Jing watched Yan Shuangzi's brutal actions, feeling a chill down her spine.

Even separated by several kilometers, she could sense her junior sister's anger and hatred.

The wide bamboo hat that Yan Shuangzi wore had fallen off at some unknown time.

Her long hair, gathered under the hat, was now loose, wildly flailing with her fierce movements, looking very much like a madwoman.

Very much like... a mad dog.

But who could be blamed?

Yan Shuangzi once was a proud martial artist, dazzling and radiant.

It was them who forced her.

It was the Sword Ridge Peak that forced her.

Elder Xing's voice grew quieter, yet the震动amplitude of the Divine Weapon·枭 Ling Blade increased.

"Buzz~"

In fact, at this moment, the 枭 Ling Blade was also very shocked.

Its previous master, Lady Wolf Flower, was a disciple of the Greedy Wolf!

A believer of the Human Clan known for greed and brutality!

The 枭 Ling Blade never expected, with such "pearls and jades" in its past, it would encounter an even more terrifying being in this lifetime.

As Yan Shuangzi's blade descended, rather than diminishing, the hatred in her heart only increased, kicking open the door to a new world alongside its master.

It was not until this moment that the 枭 Ling Blade, having long since become a Divine Weapon, realized its prior misconception:

Brutality at the level of means was too superficial, unqualified to be the key to opening the Divine Weapon Domain.

The ruthlessness and hatred from the heart, that was the true solution!

The 枭 Ling Blade understood.

The extreme hatred of the Master of Divine Weapon provided the weapon with even more extreme expectations, thus giving birth to a truly fitting Divine Weapon Domain.

"Buzz!!"

In the high heavens above, dense fog gathered.

Strands of mist descended, transforming into Fog Dragon Rolls midstream, rushing towards the 枭 Ling Blade.

Everyone looked at the heavenly phenomenon in astonishment.

Due to Yan Shuangzi being at the River Realm Peak, her advancement would attract the magnificent Fog Dragon Roll, causing many to misunderstand.

They believed it was the Evil Shadow Guardian, achieving catharsis and finally making further progress.

Lu Ran, however, saw clearly!

Those sharp dog eyes clearly witnessed the abnormal situation of the 枭 Ling Blade.

At first, he just thought this short blade, made of Black Ice, was very suitable for Yan Shuangzi.

A scimitar and a short blade, how well they paired!

Unexpectedly, did he coincidentally get it right?

Was this blade about to open its Divine Weapon Domain and advance to a Second-rank Divine Weapon?

"Slash!"

A flash of the blade, and a head fell.

Yan Shuangzi's chest heaved violently as she stared at the battered, headless corpse before her.

[Nightmare, is there still space in the Rebirth Money?] Lu Ran transmitted mentally.

[There are 2 Dead Souls from the Sea Realm stored in the Copper Coin, and one vacant spot.]

[Capture Elder Xing's Dead Soul too.]

[Yes.] Deng Yuxiang ventured solo into the mist, immediately finding the Dead Soul with the aid of the Magic Artifact.

"Heh... heh..."

Yan Shuangzi gasped for breath, the corpses before her were now covered by the thick fog, and she suddenly relaxed.

She fell from the sky.

"Buzz~" The 枭 Ling Blade was startled!

Yan Shuangzi did not possess the ability to fly, she had always relied on gripping the 枭 Ling Blade to stay aloft.

Now that she had let go of the blade, she naturally fell.

The problem was, the 枭 Ling Blade was still advancing!

It needed the guidance of the Master of Divine Weapon.

Even though Yan Shuangzi never thought of guiding the weapon, the 枭 Ling Blade proactively gained the necessary nourishment from her fluctuating emotions.

The 枭 Ling Blade needed to continue thus!

It immediately flew downward, but someone beat it to it.

The young man in the Emperor Robe flashed beneath Yan Shuangzi, supporting her back with one hand, catching her legs with the other, and holding her securely.

Lu Ran looked down at the "blood-soaked" person in his arms, only seeing a pair of disoriented eyes.

He had thought before, what state Yan Shuangzi would be in after avenging her great grudge.

Crying for joy.

Or screaming in vent, finally releasing a mouthful of malice.

But it was neither.

The taut nerve in her body relaxed, and after fulfilling her long-cherished wish, deep fatigue and weariness surged.

"Sect... Leader." The 枭 Ling Blade lay on Yan Shuangzi's abdomen, swiftly casting a phantom.

It was the image of Yan Shuangzi.

As Lu Ran descended, he glanced at the Sword Spirit.

Interestingly, the Fog Dragon Roll was still chasing the two along with the blade, descending together.

The spirit of the Ling Blade overlapped with Lu Ran, urgently communicating: "I need her, I want to upgrade!"

"Mm," Lu Ran gently landed with Yan Shuangzi in his arms, placing her steadily on the ground.

He picked up the short knife on her abdomen, placed it firmly in her palm, and called out, "Evil Shadow?"

Yan Shuangzi's gaze was somewhat unfocused.

It was uncertain whether she was fatigued or lost in some deep thought.

[Evil Shadow?] Lu Ran changed to telepathic communication.

She finally reacted, her eyes gradually regaining focus.

Through the mist, she saw the youth close at hand, and hurriedly struggled to sit up.

"Your Divine Weapon is upgrading, help it. Hold on a while, then you can rest."

"Yes," Yan Shuangzi replied softly and held the Ling Blade tightly.

Lu Ran felt assured, suddenly remembering something, his expression turning a bit odd.

Last time, when the Evil Moon Scimitar grasped the Divine Weapon Domain, it also manifested a sword spirit, coming over to plead with me?

As expected from my great Evil Shadow!

What a fine tradition it is...

"Nightmare." A clear voice rang through the mist.

"Lady?"

"Create a cave below, and take the Evil Shadow Guardian down there. Protect her well," Jiang Ruyi instructed, "All others disperse and find places to stand guard."

"Yes!"

"Yes," a group of people responded in unison.

Now, the fog vortex in the sky was already forming. If they returned to Cloud Sea Cliff with Yan Shuangzi, it would be equivalent to cutting off the upgrade path of the Divine Weapon Ling Blade.

Therefore, everyone could only guard the spot.

Lu Ran heard the woman's voice and suddenly realized something.

Oh no!

Did I just embrace the Evil Shadow Guardian fully in front of Jiang Fairy?

Alright, alright, what a day to act recklessly~

Mm... I can't blame myself for this.

Yan Shuangzi fainted so suddenly, was covered in blood, and looked so disturbing, who wouldn't be anxious...

Lu Ran thought silently, instantly teleporting a kilometer away, and opened the Pupil of the Dead World.

The fog brought by the Divine Weapon Domain is quite thick!

In not too long, with the Ling Blade as the center, a radius of three hundred meters would be shrouded in mist.

Beyond three hundred meters, the dense fog would gradually thin, but not disappear.

So, while the fog had not fully covered these lands, Lu Ran rapidly performed Soul Binding.

Fortunately, the place where everyone slew Elder Xing, which is the upgrade location of the Ling Blade, was far from the North Wind Sect's hiding place.

After all, Elder Xing had fled for quite some distance.

Thanks to this, Lu Ran flashed repeatedly, gathering the dead souls floating in mid-air into his eyes one by one.

After carefully counting, Lu Ran nodded with great satisfaction, greatly acknowledging the strength of the Ran Sect members.

Then, he took time to instant teleport to the location of the Eight Desolate Blade.

He stood on a large rock, before him were two entangled Divine Weapons.

Though they seemed entangled, it was in fact the Eight Desolate Blade unilaterally subduing; as a second-rank Divine Weapon, it overwhelmingly suppressed a first-rank Divine Weapon in every aspect.

"Pa!"

Lu Ran grasped the blood-colored scimitar handle and inspected it thoroughly.

The blade was thin and light, semi-transparent, seemingly crafted from blood-colored crystal.

Within the blade, faint blood lines could be seen slowly flowing, sometimes gathering into streams, other times dispersing into mist.

Mysterious and eerie.

It's the Blood Crystal material!

In the Human World of Da Xia, just from a price standpoint, there are two kinds of minerals that can rival Black Ice.

One is Golden Brilliance Stone.

The Divine Weapon·Heavenly Sword in the hands of He Qifeng was crafted from Golden Brilliance Stone.

The other is Blood Crystal Stone.

Blood Crystal, like Black Ice, is light and thin, crystal clear, and unbelievably beautiful.

But Blood Crystal material is not cold; instead, it is somewhat warm.

Very suitable for warming hands.

"I heard you're named Blood Drink?" Lu Ran weighed the blood crystal scimitar.

He felt, upon holding the handle, it had lost any thought of resistance.

Presumably, Lu Ran's swift and crushing power that just annihilated its master deeply intimidated this blade!

"Yes."

"The old geezer certainly chose a domineering name," Lu Ran sneered.

Blood Drink Scimitar: "..."

Lu Ran twirled a blade flower and gazed afar: "Change your voice tone, I don't like it."

"Okay..."

Lu Ran fixed his gaze on a spot, and after a flicker, appeared atop the peak a few kilometers south of the hiding place.

Beside him was a He-named woman sitting dazed on the ground.

He Jing shivered, hurriedly knelt, and lowered her head, "L-Lord."

Lu Ran did not speak, only opening a Transmission Mirror.

Soon, the Hall Master of Feixian Hall emerged: "Sect Master."

"Keep strict watch," Lu Ran gestured towards the woman.

"Yes!" Song Yu was somewhat surprised, as it was the first time hearing such a request from the Sect Master.

He quickly stepped forward to help the woman up and swiftly took her inside the mirror.

Having finished everything, Lu Ran finally relaxed.

As for those two Ice Butterfly disciples, no need to send them back to the cliff for now.

Let them stay here and perform Perception Techniques to help guard, it's quite good.

Lu Ran raised his head, witnessing the spectacular sight, watching the Fog Dragons descending from the sky.

Evil Shadow finally fulfilled her longstanding wish!

Hopefully, she herself can breakthrough the bottleneck and advance to Yangyang Sea.

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