I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 154 Identity Exposed, Bloodstained Grace

Chapter 154: Chapter 154 Identity Exposed, Bloodstained Grace

"Is that so? It was presumptuous of me."

"Within five days, I will be under Heaven-Reaching Bridge. If you change your minds, you can come and find me."

The youth dressed as a scholar, bowed with his hands folded in front.

Liang Hui nodded his head.

Walking side by side with Su Yao, they entered the dense forest, and their figures quickly disappeared from view.

Once they entered the forest, Liang Hui started running, heading towards the direction of Heaven-Reaching Bridge.

His goal for coming here had only ever been one, to obtain the Sword Scripture from Tianyuan Sword Sect, to refine and warm-nurture his Crimson Cloud Sword.

Precious herbs, strange stones, and other resources were already plentiful; there was no need for further searching and exploration.

Two figures cut through the forest at high speed.

They encountered several fights along the way, but Liang Hui and Su Yao intentionally circumvented them.

In just a few hours, the two had crossed the ancient forest and arrived under Heaven-Reaching Bridge.

Compared to the sparse flow of people by the shore, this place was undoubtedly busier.

One after another, figures emitted a formidable aura, and there were also many stalls by the roadside trading resources.

Liang Hui stepped forward and exchanged resources he no longer needed.

Afterward, he came to the foot of Heaven-Reaching Bridge and looked at the bridge surface that seemed to be paved with white jade.

So wide that a hundred people walking side by side would not make it seem crowded, he tapped his forehead lightly.

"The entire secret realm, this must be the only place that leads to the Tianyuan ruins," Liang Hui said as he rubbed the hilt of his sword, feeling the roughness in his palm.

"Indeed, only this place," Su Yao nodded, her eyes cast down in thought.

"Is that so?"

The youth chuckled softly, his mouth curving into a smile.

He walked towards the crowd again and casually found someone to politely ask:

"Fellow Daoist, do you know if the Star Moon Tower, the royal family of Great Chu, and the scions of the eight major families have set foot on Heaven-Reaching Bridge?"

The elder who was asked, upon seeing the youth’s attire, replied with the same sincerity.

"Some from Star Moon Tower and the royal family of Great Chu have already ascended Heaven-Reaching Bridge ten days ago. As for the eight major families, we have not seen them," he said.

After that, Liang Hui asked some more passersby and confirmed that apart from the eight great families of Jiaozhou, other forces already had some members who had gone up the bridge.

"What a pity."

The youth sighed lightly.

But still, he took out a piece of paper and began to write and draw in a corner.

Su Yao, standing next to him, leaned in out of curiosity, ripples stirring in the depths of her eyes.

Her red lips parted slightly, yet ultimately, she said nothing.

Soon, Liang Hui put away the paper and walked towards the base of Heaven-Reaching Bridge, pasting the scribbled white paper onto a nearby rock.

Boom!

A violent, domineering powerful aura surged upward, drawing the attention of everyone present.

"Members of the royal family of Chu Nation, Star Moon Tower, Longevity Hall, and the three families of Liu Wang Yang from Jiaozhou, are forbidden from setting foot on Heaven-Reaching Bridge."

"Violators will be killed!"

The icy words echoed between heaven and earth.

The crowd, dumbfounded, looked at the youth standing on Heaven-Reaching Bridge.

After a moment of stunned silence, laughter began to emerge involuntarily.

"Your joke isn’t the least bit funny, young man. Step aside, don’t court death."

"Young man, do you realize what you’re saying?"

"Even if you have some strength, don’t be too arrogant. Everyone who has made it this far is a powerhouse."

...

Mockery came from all directions.

Liang Hui did not respond. He stood in front of Heaven-Reaching Bridge with an indifferent expression.

As long as he stood here, whether going up or coming down, all would need his permission.

No amount of words or mockery could change a fact: If a foe wished to pass, they had to defeat him first.

Thump! Thump!

Heavy footsteps sounded as a figure clad in iron armor stepped out of the crowd and scolded:

"Impudent junior."

"I am a Guest Elder under the command of the Third Prince of Chu Nation. Try to stop me."

The iron-armored man strode forward, his face filled with disdain.

Suddenly, a pale hand appeared, reaching across space to his chest before he could even react.

Crack!

The iron armor shattered, and a gaping wound exploded in his chest.

The look of disdain on the man’s face turned to disbelief.

He fell backward.

At that moment, all other noises quieted down.

The mocking in the crowd’s eyes turned to seriousness.

The man in iron armor was certainly not weak, counted as a powerful figure among those at the Blood Refining Level.

"How may I address you, sir?"

Three white-haired elders stood out, each exuding a sharp aura.

"A Loose Cultivator from Jiaozhou, Tai Yi," the youth replied as he stepped forward, his hand resting on the sword hilt.

"And the one who will slay you all."

He could smell the aura of Star Moon Tower from miles away.

Clang!

The sword unsheathed, and a golden-red sword light filled the space between heaven and earth.

It left everyone present in dismay.

As the sword light faded, only three charred corpses fell to the ground.

Liang Hui stood with his sword, gazing at the silent crowd.

"Those who are dissatisfied, step forward!"

"Who do you think you are, aiming at the major forces? But in reality, you’re probably just trying to prevent everyone from stepping onto the Heaven-Reaching Bridge."

"Yes! Yes! Don’t be afraid, everyone. He’s just one person, let’s move forward and cut him down."

Various noises erupted from the crowd.

The crowd began to grow restless.

Even Liang Hui could only sense the direction from which the sounds came.

But why bother finding the specific person?

With a light swing of his hand, the paper-thin rock wall burst open.

"I’ve changed my mind, no one shall ascend the Heaven-Reaching Bridge."

Kill!

The longsword swung, and a crimson-gold sword light slashed through the vault of heaven.

Striking towards everyone.

"Arrogant!"

"Audacious!"

"Madman!"

Insults were hurled continuously as everyone present chose to strike.

To extinguish the sword lights.

The Crimson Jade Bell was suspended above the youth’s head, its arrival unnoticed.

Dang!

The clear sound of the bell rang out.

Some coughed up blood and retreated, while others swung their weapons and charged forward.

All sorts of spells and secret techniques rose up, aiming for the youth.

The sound of the bell resounded, erasing one glow after another.

Liang Hui strode forward, the Crimson Jade Bell above his head, longsword in hand.

One figure after another fell at his feet.

The air was thick with the scent of blood, the sounds of fighting and screams echoed without pause.

At the edge of the crowd, a disciple of the Star Moon Tower furrowed his brow.

Looking at the figure rampant in slaughter, he felt a sense of familiarity, especially the Crimson Jade Bell above the head, which seemed like something he had seen in a corner somewhere before.

After a moment, a spark of spiritual light flashed.

Before the Beast Taming Sect, across fifty thousand li of mountains and rivers, that invincible figure slowly emerged in his mind.

"It’s Qin Dao! It’s Taoist Child Qin Dao from the Beast Taming Sect!"

He roared with all his might, drowning out the sword cries and screams, bringing everyone to a halt.

Rip!

A sword light flashed, decapitating this Star Moon Tower disciple.

"He really is Taoist Child Qin Dao from the Beast Taming Sect."

Another disciple hidden in the crowd roared.

The murderous intent in everyone’s eyes grew even more bone-chilling.

"A person from Zhou?"

The corners of Liang Hui’s mouth lifted, as he swung his longsword and cut down several more people.

"Chu barbarians, you are all so pitifully weak, even inferior to Yao Yue."

Kill!!!

Without another word, at the very moment Liang Hui spoke, even the powerful onlookers hidden in the woods joined the killing spree.

The enmity between Zhou and Chu had stretched over thousands of years.

Only by exterminating each other would all the people of Chu find peace.

And Liang Hui’s expression barely changed as he charged forward.

The Crimson Jade Bell above his head, an ancient mirror suspended beneath it.

He fought on relentlessly with his longsword.

As time trickled away, the battle showed no signs of ending.

Every person who came here was either a genius or a strong figure, at the very least possessing the strength of Life Origin or Blood Refinement.

Crack!

The longsword in the youth’s hand was broken by a palm wrapped in bright yellow light.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in luxurious clothes, his expression stern and full of dignity, exuding a formidable aura.

As the longsword broke, a smile spread across the middle-aged man’s face.

Before the smile could fully bloom, a hand as pristine as jade was already pressing against his skull.

Pop!

The upper half of his body exploded, blood and bone scattering everywhere.

"Imperial Uncle!"

The roar came from the crowd but was quickly drowned out in the noise of battle.

This was but an inconspicuous scene in the midst of slaughter.

In this battle, people were dying every moment, their status irrelevant in the face of life and death.

After slapping the middle-aged man to death.

A tricolor spear appeared in Liang Hui’s hand.

Feeling the familiar Thunderflame Spear, a smile emerged on Liang Hui’s face.

His face morphed into that of Qin Dao.

With spear in hand, he killed even more rapidly.

Each thrust of the spear pierced through an enemy.

Staining True Realization with blood, Life Origin heads were offered.

The dazzling light of the spear made the surrounded crowd shudder in fear.

This massacre continued until the approach of nightfall, before finally drawing to a close.

The youth stood with his spear, his silver robe stained with blood.

The ground beneath him was littered with corpses, no one left standing.

There was an undeniable air of blood-stained grace, an indomitable presence.