Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race
Chapter 1026 - 935 The Might of Nightmare

Chapter 1026: 935 The Might of Nightmare

Shadow Realm, Blood Shadow Clan.

A group of Blood Shadow Clan cultivators was conducting a patrol, led by a gold-clad woman with a voluptuous figure.

A golden escape light appeared in the distant sky, flashed and came to a halt, the light condensed to reveal a several zhang long golden flying boat, with a tall gold-clad man standing within it.

"Elder Suo."

The gold-clad woman and the others said in unison, bowing in salutation.

"Continue your patrol!"

The gold-clad man instructed.

Upon receiving the instruction, the gold-clad woman and the others resumed their patrol.

The gold-clad man formed a spell with his hands, and the golden flying boat moved forward.

Before long, the golden flying boat stopped at the foot of a high peak, midway up the mountain there was a blood-colored archway, a hundred zhang high and ten zhang long, with spiritual light flickering ceaselessly, a top-grade sky-reaching spiritual treasure.

The surface of the blood-colored archway was intricately carved with a multitude of ferocious ghost faces, lifelike and without any cultivators guarding it, a blood-colored light screen blocked his path.

The gold-clad man took out a square blood-colored token, with the words "Blood Shadow" carved on the front.

He channeled mana into the token, and it immediately radiated brilliant spiritual light, sending out a beam of blood light that shot into the blood-colored light screen.

The blood-colored light screen blurred and then disappeared.

The golden flying boat flew towards the blood-colored archway, passing through it, an expanse of lush green mountains came into view, along with numerous buildings and the figures of cultivators.

"Daring to intrude upon our Blood Shadow Clan’s ancestral land, do you really think our clan’s protection formation is just for show?"

An exceedingly cold male voice came from the sky.

As soon as the voice fell, void fluctuations stirred and an enormous blood-colored palm appeared out of nowhere, slapping down towards him.

At the same time, a strong gravitational force emerged from the ground, causing the golden flying boat to uncontrollably plummet towards the earth.

A green light shone from within the golden flying boat, revealing a tall man in green robes.

The man in green robes’ right hand burst with green light, and he slapped upward toward the void above his head, a green-colored giant palm flashed out, clashing with the blood-colored giant palm.

The green giant palm, fragile as paper, cracked over its surface and then disintegrated into specks of spiritual light, while the blood-colored giant palm slammed into both the gold-clad man and the man in green robes.

The gold-clad man immediately turned into a mist of blood, with not even his nascent soul escaping, while the man in green robes dissolved into numerous profound runes.

These runes suddenly condensed and transformed back into the figure of the man in green robes.

Alarm bells rang out loudly, as a massive blood-colored light screen emerged, covering a large area and revealing a gigantic blood-colored ghastly face on its surface, extremely menacing.

Guan Shuo, Guan Tao, Suo Guang, and Suo Yu among other Mahayana cultivators flew into midair, their expressions icy cold.

"Mahayana realm rune soldier?"

Guan Shuo frowned.

An ear-piercing dragon roar sounded, as a vast snow of white flakes drifted from the void, and the temperature dropped rapidly.

A gigantic white true dragon appeared in the sky, with Master Xuanfu standing on the dragon’s head, his expression icy cold.

"Remnant of the Lin family! It’s really you! You think you alone can contend with our Blood Shadow Clan?"

Guan Shuo spoke in a frosty tone.

"Over six hundred thousand years ago, your Blood Shadow Clan, together with the Qingxuan and Chili clans, annihilated our Lin family. Today, I will avenge the dead of my clan and level your Blood Shadow Clan."

Master Xuanfu spoke with a chilling tone.

He flipped his right hand, and with a flash of dark light, a small black mirror the size of a palm appeared in his hand, emitting astonishing spiritual energy fluctuations.

The Xuantian Treasure, Xuanming Mirror, refined by Chu Buyu using Profound Nether Divine Crystal as the core material.

He channeled mana into the Xuanming Mirror, and the mirror burst forth blinding black light, shooting out a thick beam of black light straight towards the blood-colored light screen.

"Xuantian Treasure!"

Guan Shuo exclaimed in shock.

A beam of blood light flew out from a high peak, colliding with the black light beam.

A loud bang echoed, as a black pillar of light was shattered by a blood light, which turned out to be a two-foot-long blood-colored sword with a fierce blood-red ghost face carved on the hilt and numerous ghostly shadows visible on the blade.

The howling of ghosts and wolves was incessant, the sky and earth changed color, and the sky darkened.

"Ten Thousand Ghosts Sword!"

Master Xuanfu’s face grew stern.

The Ten Thousand Ghosts Sword was a clan treasure of the Blood Shadow Clan, forged with the Spirit Souls of billions of Life Spirits. Since its appearance in the world, no less than twenty Mahayana Cultivators have perished under this sword, making its ferocious reputation widely known.

"Relying on just one Xuantian Treasure and a True Spirit, you think you can breach into our Blood Shadow Clan? You’re overestimating yourself! Show your accomplices and stop hiding."

A somewhat hoarse male voice sounded.

No sooner had the voice faded than a streak of blood light flew out from a peak and hovered in mid-air, revealing a short and plump man in a red robe with a round face and small eyes.

Guan Heng, Mahayana Mid Stage.

Several beams of Escape Light flew in from the distance, revealing the figures of six men and one woman; Shen Ying and Shen Zhan were among them. They seldom showed themselves in front of others, so the outside world was unaware that they were Shen Long’s Spirit Beasts. The other five were Shen Ying, Shen Hu, who had also ascended to the Mahayana Realm but had yet to cultivate into True Spirits.

Guan Heng’s brows furrowed deeply, the demonic aura exuding from the seven figures of Shen Ying was sky-high, could they also be True Spirits?

"Take action, flatten the Blood Shadow Clan!"

Master Xuanfu commanded in a deep voice.

Spiritual Light burst forth from the bodies of Shen Ying’s group of seven, and almost at the same instant, their right hands struck the void.

An ear-piercing tearing sound ensued as seven different colored giant palms flashed out, swiftly merged into one, and transformed into a Sky-Supporting Giant Palm that charged towards the blood-colored light curtain.

Master Xuanfu’s Xuanming Mirror in his hand emitted another thick black beam of light aiming at the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sword.

"Combined Attack Technique?"

Guan Heng inwardly cursed at the bad situation, about to command the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sword to counterattack.

At this moment, Shen Ying spoke, "You better surrender! It’s time for your Blood Shadow Clan to pay the blood debt."

Upon hearing this, an irresistible wave of drowsiness came over him, Guan Heng’s eyelids began to droop, and as his head spun, he found himself on a vast grassland.

"Is this an Illusion Technique?"

Guan Heng’s face became extremely ugly.

"Are you looking for me?"

An icy male voice rang out.

As the voice dissipated, Shen Ying appeared, smiling slightly.

"True Spirit!"

Guan Heng spoke indignantly, a common Eighth Rank Spiritual Beast would not possess such profound Divine Skills, but a True Spirit would.

"Only now you realize I’m a True Spirit? Too late. Time to send you on your way!"

Shen Ying spoke coldly, as Spiritual Light blazed around him and he transformed into a massive black dragon with a thick waist.

"Nightmare!"

Guan Heng’s mouth twitched.

Nightmares are an extremely rare kind of True Spirit capable of trapping an enemy in a dreamscape. Within this realm, the Nightmare’s strength is augmented while the enemy’s strength is diminished, a zero-sum game.

Within the blood-colored light curtain, Guan Shuo and the other three did their best to counter the Sky-Supporting Giant Palm, while Guan Heng shut his eyes, with the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sword floating in mid-air.

"Guan, my friend, wake up!"

Guan Shuo yelled urgently.

The Sky-Supporting Giant Palm bore down with unstoppable force, easily crushing the incoming attacks and striking the blood-colored light curtain.

The blood-colored light curtain instantly caved in, its luminance dimmed, and the giant ghostly faces on its surface wailed tragically.

"How is this possible!"

Suo Guang’s face showed disbelief, wondering what kind of mighty secret technique this was.