Inverse Sword Mad God
Chapter 832: 830: Blood Palace in the Sky

Chapter 832: Chapter 830: Blood Palace in the Sky

Moreover, no matter how strong the Golden Hall sect is, how could Lin Xuan be someone who fears life and death?

Why practice martial arts? Besides seeking a longer life and enjoying wealth and power, it’s also for the thrill of the martial world, carefree and free.

Freedom and being unrestrained were what Lin Xuan always yearned for. If he had to be timid and worried in everything he did, then why practice cultivation at all?

To him, martial arts strength is meant to break all shackles and restrictions, the fundamental guarantee of roaming freely in the world.

And he was advancing step by step towards this dream.

After killing Huang Jinseng, Lin Xuan did not leave.

He overheard the conversations of the crowd, learning that there were still some martial artist factions behind Huang Jinseng, and assumed they would come seeking revenge soon.

So, to avoid any future troubles, he planned to resolve it all at once.

With a wave of his robe, Lin Xuan collected the opponent’s storage ring, and then the headless body exploded, forming a pervasive blood mist.

Under Lin Xuan’s guidance, countless spiritual energy and blood rolled rapidly in the blood mist, forming a pavilion in mid-air.

The entire pavilion was crimson all over, like blood jade, crystal clear, floating in the void.

It looked exactly like a real palace.

“Transform!”

The crowd below was shocked again at this scene.

In fact, this transformative method could be employed by martial artists of the Three Spirit Realms.

But they could usually only use it in martial arts techniques, and it could perhaps only be maintained long-term by a Venerable.

Because reaching such a level allows one to freely manipulate nature’s spiritual energy.

However, even average Venerables wouldn’t easily employ such a method because maintaining this transformation requires massive spiritual energy support and pure spiritual power.

Although Venerables can infinitely draw upon the spiritual energy of nature, there is still an issue of conversion rate.

That issue is the usage degree of spiritual energy, which is determined by cultivation techniques.

Martial artists below the Third Level Venerate would almost never dare use this transformative method in regular times, let alone with a fierce battle upcoming.

Lin Xuan heard the shock from below and slightly raised a corner of his mouth. He’d mastered such methods long ago, and only now did he choose to showcase them.

Additionally, exhibiting such means didn’t make him feel nervous like other martial artists, worrying about spiritual power conversion.

Because his Longevity Technique could resolve all of these perfectly.

His cultivation conversion speed far exceeded those of the same level. Even Lin Xuan, until now, hadn’t figured out what grade of cultivation technique the Longevity Technique belonged to?

His figure flickered, heading toward the blood-colored palace, and soon entered the palace.

Inside, it was identical to a real palace. Lin Xuan sat down slowly, taking out a cup of spiritual wine from the storage ring, sipping it slowly.

Then, he explored Huang Jinseng’s storage ring, sorting the spoils of war.

“What is Lin Xuan doing? After killing Huang Jinseng, he hasn’t left, is he not afraid of death?”

“From his demeanor, does he intend to wait for other Golden Hall people?” Someone doubted uncertainly.

Below, no one left, everyone silently watching, wanting to know how Lin Xuan would deal with the wrath of the Golden Hall sect next.

Before long, the void trembled, and roars like ocean waves rolled in.

Along with this came an overwhelming terrifying aura.

The void fluctuated, spiritual energy surged like ocean waves, crashing in.

“What is that?”

Countless people were shocked, looking up into the sky.

At this moment, in the sky, countless black shadows were swiftly crossing like ghosts, connected as one, resembling storm clouds, swiftly approaching.

“Demon Beasts!”

Someone cried out in shock, as they discovered those shadows were large-sized Iron Claw Eagles.

On top of those Iron Claw Eagles stood countless figures, each carrying a powerful killing aura.

In an instant, the sky full of Iron Claw Eagles charged near the blood-colored palace.

In the forefront was a grey eagle, several tens of feet long, its feathers like steel, gleaming with metallic luster.

On the back of the demon beast stood a bald martial artist, with fierce eyes and powerful aura.

He quickly surveyed the surroundings, his face turning very twisted.

“Who dares to kill a disciple of the Golden Hall? Come out and face your death!”

This voice was loud, like the roar of a fierce beast, clearly spreading in all directions.

“The Golden Hall, the people from the Golden Hall have arrived!”

Countless people were shocked, not expecting they would arrive here so quickly.

The void was silent, no one answered the bald man’s question.

“Humph, daring to kill a disciple of the Golden Hall, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you won’t escape death!”

The bald man sneered, reaching out his arm, golden light flashed, forming a flood dragon, charging down.

“Jiao Long Hand!”

The next moment, a martial artist was surrounded by the golden flood dragon, taken into the sky.

“Tell me, who killed a disciple of the Golden Hall?”

The bald man had a sinister look, staring fiercely at the innocent martial artist.

That martial artist was merely an ordinary onlooker, not even reaching the Venerable realm in cultivation, completely unable to speak under the enormous Venerable pressure.

However, in the bald man’s eyes, this became a disdain for the Golden Hall, a shielding of the criminal.

“Don’t speak, then only death awaits!”

The bald man sneered, using force in his hand, causing the golden flood dragon to roar and tear the innocent martial artist apart.

Blood mist drifted, an overwhelming bloody stench filled all around.

Seeing this scene, the martial artists below felt their scalps tingle, not daring to stay any longer, fleeing towards the distance.

Demon! The people of the Golden Hall are demons!

They killed without reason, as long as they were in a bad mood, they could kill at will! No one dared to stay here, fearing that an accidental move might lead to death.

However, the bald man was determined to find out the murderer, how could he let these people leave?

The golden flood dragon in his hand roared again, diving down, instantly dragging up two more martial artists.

“I’ll give you one chance, tell me who the murderer is?”

“Don’t speak, and only death awaits!”

One of them was struck speechless by the killing aura, while the other screamed frantically, “I’ll speak, I’ll speak!”

“The murderer is Lin Xuan, he’s in that blood-colored palace.”

“I’ve said it, now will you let me go?” The martial artist gasped for breath.

“Lin Xuan?”

The bald man’s eyes flickered, seeing the blood-colored palace not far away, revealing a sinister look.

“Let you go? Impossible! Since you saw my Golden Hall’s disciple get killed, you deserve death!”

The bald man dismissed all reason, using force in his hand, instantly crushing the two martial artists.

Reckless and bloody, these people reasoned with nothing, their eyes saw only slaughter.

“Lin Xuan, right, daring to kill my Golden Hall people, I’ll make you understand the meaning of a fate worse than death!”

The bald man looked toward the blood-colored palace, then let out a sharp roar.

“Lin Xuan, come out and face your death!”

This voice was terrifying, transforming into a tangible attack, rushing forward rapidly.