Legendary Clan Chief
Chapter 939 - 922: Dust Settles, Slaughter of the Blood Clan!

Chapter 939: Chapter 922: Dust Settles, Slaughter of the Blood Clan!

The ironstone-like hand tightly grasped the neck of the Blood Clan’s young lord, Xiao Chen did not hold back, and instantly shattered all his limbs.

Even both arms exploded into a fine blood powder, and then his hand pierced through the chest of the Blood Clan’s young lord, a purple blood core was grasped out, shining and translucent.

This was the source of cultivation for the Blood Clan, just like the Martial Arts Tower for human warriors. Without the blood core, the young lord of the Blood Clan didn’t die, but his entire body instantly deflated like a punctured ball, quickly withering away.

Xiao Chen sealed his limbs, stopping his blood from flowing. A direct descendant of a Blood Clan king might have more to offer than just these benefits.

Hum!

Meanwhile, the Mountain River Seal flew out to suppress the Blood Clan Altar. The young lord, with his king’s bloodline and the essence of many sacrifices, had summoned a phantom of the Blood Ancestor, which also possessed the strength of a Supreme King. Fortunately, the remnant soul and consciousness of the Blood Ancestor had not yet gathered.

Green divine brilliance fell upon the Blood Ancestor’s altar, and after a struggle of several moments, the Blood Altar was finally taken into Luli’s Small World.

Along with it, the remnant soul of the Blood Ancestor with the strength of a king, not yet fully resurrected, lost its anchor. It turned into specks of bloody light, disintegrating back into the heavens and earth.

Hum!

Soon, Xiao Chen with the Blood Clan’s young lord in tow, also entered inside the Mountain River Seal.

Whoosh!

Letting out a long breath, at that moment, Xiao Chen even sat down on the ground, utterly exhausted. He had released strike upon strike without reservation to suppress the young lord of the Blood Clan, each blow using his full strength, but fortunately, the young lord was now suppressed.

Once inside the Mountain River Seal, even with the young lord’s King’s Secret Treasure, there was no chance of escape.

Xiao Chen took out an elixir to replenish Blood Qi and swallowed it without hesitation, beginning to refine it. Silver light started to manifest around his body, speeding up continuously. Time seemed to accelerate once again around him.

Outside the Blood Fort.

The Divine Marquis Ziyang’s War Spear was like a dragon, its flame like fire, piercing through the Void, constantly thrusting at the Blood Clan’s Half King, even willing to trade wound for wound.

Lord Qingjiao and Chunmu Old Ancestor had come outside of the Blood Fort but were blocked by a blood-colored shield of light, which rippled with each of their attacks, yet remained unbroken.

"Foolish humans, this is nothing but the struggle of the dying. The glorious Blood Ancestor is about to descend upon this world, and you cannot stop it!"

The Blood Clan’s Half King was also covered in injuries, somewhat unable to withstand Divine Marquis Ziyang’s frenzied fight to the death. However, the madness of the humans excited him greatly!

This was the frenzy of the dying!

The panic before death was what excited him the most!

"Kill!"

Around Divine Marquis Ziyang, vague Pseudo-Law Divine Chains materialized, one after the other linked end-to-end.

Nine rounds of purple sun manifested in the Void, each one immensely huge, like a series of small Suns.

Nine Glowing Heavens!

These were purple Suns constructed of Pseudo-Law Divine Chains.

"Preparing to fight to the end, are you?" A solemn flicker passed through the Blood Pupil of the Blood Clan’s Half King. Although he looked down upon the humans’ desperatefight, it didn’t mean he was ignorant.

His drooping Dark Blood lucent gold bat wings erupted once more with bloody light, propping themselves up, hands bearing a blood-colored sword with blood patterns manifesting.

Kill!

Nine Suns spanning the sky, Divine Marquis Ziyang didn’t launch an attack. Instead, the War Spear in his hands abruptly enlarged to the size of a Heavenly column, directly piercing through the nine purple Suns.

War Spear Piercing Purple Sun!

Almost in an instant, all the Rule of Purple Sun Pseudo-Laws within the nine purple Suns merged into the War Spear, carrying the potential to destroy heaven and earth as it hurtled toward the Blood Clan’s Half King.

"Using nine Pseudo-Rule of Purple Sun collisions to give birth to a sliver of true law!"

The next moment, the Blood Clan’s Half King felt terror. A law was a law, even a sliver of it was beyond comparison to Pseudo-Laws. At that moment, the force of Supreme Yang locked onto him, rendering him immobile.

The overbearing spear thrust went straight through the sea of blood in his heart, and it seemed as if his entire blood body began to burn.

"You want both fish and net to perish, but it won’t be that easy!"

With his bloodline stimulated, regaining a moment of clarity, the Blood Clan’s Half King’s blood sword ignited with blood flame, meeting the attack head-on.

Crack!

However, facing the true force of a law, even that indestructible blood sword was unable to hold out, breaking into two. Even a spark of Mars splashed onto the Blood Clan’s Half King.

Thump!

The Blood Clan’s Half King spat out blood as he was hurled backwards, and the Mars that had splashed onto him exploded into Purple Flames, burning ferociously on his arms. It was Fire of Law, utterly inextinguishable.

The next moment, the Blood Clan’s Half King’s other hand turned into a blood knife, and in an instant, sliced off the arm and bat wing engulfed by the Purple Flame, throwing it down. The blood bones had practically burnt to ashes in a blink of an eye.

Using the counterforce, the Blood Clan’s Half King fled towards the back, currently severely injured, unable to continue the fight. If the fight persisted, he might perish even before the pathway opened.

"I await you to become the energy for opening the pathway!" A roar mixed with rage and hatred resounded from the darkness.

Hum!

Yet, the next moment, the endless Darkness that filled the sky and earth suddenly vanished, as if it had been wiped clean.

The blood color on the earth ceased to lessen, the bodies of Foreign Warriors no longer exploded. Even the Blood Mist that had formed from those who had already burst didn’t fade away. Instead, it fell upon the Earth.

Naturally, this scene was felt by everyone.

"Impossible!"

In the night, the half-king of the Blood Clan’s fierce roar emerged once again, his demeanor becoming somewhat crazed. The vanishing darkness signified that the ritual conducted by his own young master had encountered an anomaly, more precisely, the opening of the Eternal Pathway had failed!

"Impossible, this is impossible, this elder refuses to believe it!"

Under the night sky, the half-king of the Blood Clan’s figure became visible once more. At this moment, he thought of the human warrior who had infiltrated their midst earlier.

Hmm!

In contrast to the half-king of the Blood Clan’s insanity, as the dark aura dissipated, people like Ziyang God Marquis quickly reacted.

"It’s Xiao Clan Leader!"

A wild joy flashed in their eyes as they exchanged glances. The only explanation was that Xiao Chen had severed the Blood Clan’s last resort!

After they had ventured into the deep mountain range of Crystal Stone, they hadn’t caught sight of Xiao Chen again, which clearly indicated that Xiao Chen had uncovered the Blood Clan’s conspiracy and deceit.

"It was my clan leader who succeeded!"

Lord Qingjiao’s voice boomed like thunder, resounding through the night sky around them.

"Damned human, ruining the grand plans of my Blood Clan!"

Left with only an arm and one wing, the half-king of the Blood Clan, full of hostility, cried out bitterly.

The Hundred Miles Array, which cost an enormous amount of resources to set up, had been destroyed, and now, the final tactic, the offering to the remnant soul of the Blood Ancestor lingering in heaven and earth, had also been foiled.

This descent upon mankind could be deemed nothing but a colossal failure!

Moreover, the ritual had been presided over by a direct descendant of a king, and given the failure, the fate of the king’s direct descendant was not hard to imagine. Even if he managed to escape back to the Blood Clan, the punishment he’d receive would be enough to reduce him to a puddle of blood, his soul subjected to endless torment.

"You’ve cut off this elder’s way out, so go to hell with me!"

The next moment, the half-king of the Blood Clan’s eyes filled with boundless brutality and a will to die. Since he was going to die no matter what, he wanted to drag the human who had ruined the Blood Clan’s grand plans down with him.

His entire blood body ignited with raging blood flames, descending towards the Blood Fort below, where that human who had sabotaged the Blood Clan’s grand plans was!

"Not good!"

"Hurry, stop him!"

The actions of the half-king of the Blood Clan immediately caused Ziyang God Marquis and the others to panic. Xiao Chen had not yet emerged from the Blood Fort.

A half-king powerhouse set on a mutual death wish, how could they possibly stop him?

Boom boom boom!

Right above the Blood Fort, a hundred zhang in the air, the sky thundered loudly, even tearing apart half of the sky vault, with boundless blood mist spreading far and wide, engulfing thousands of miles in an instant.

Hum!

From the heavens, blood rain began to fall, a half-king level powerhouse of the Blood Clan falling, naturally inciting a small-scale resonance of the earth.

By the time the blood rain ceased and the blood mist dissipated, there was no longer a Blood Fort in its place—only a huge crater with a radius of several miles remained, with hot springs gushing from underground, tainted with the color of blood, quickly forming a blood lake.

"Xiao Clan Leader!"

Tens of miles away, several figures appeared, looking quite bedraggled. Ziyang God Marquis and two others had combined their strength to withstand the energy of the Blood Clan half-king’s self-destruct, also sustaining heavy injuries in the process.

And Supreme Jiao, protected by the three of them, although he didn’t lose his life, the violent power had completely paralyzed him, leaving him collapsed on the ground.

At this moment, across a hundred miles, the land was flat, even transforming into a wasteland, chaotic stones and ancient trees reduced to dust, with fine soil drifting through the air.

Hum!

A clear radiance fell, and Xiao Chen’s figure materialized, taking a step forward, arriving in front of Ziyang God Marquis and the others.

"You’re unharmed!"

Seeing Xiao Chen, unscathed and emerging from the center of the Blood Clan half-king’s self-destruction, besides Lord Qingjiao, the surprise in the eyes of the other three was evident.

"Good! Good! Good!"

However, Chunmu Old Ancestor simply kept applauding in approval.

"Tending to injuries is the priority."

Xiao Chen produced several green color jade bottles in his hand, flinging them toward the others.

He then turned and strode towards the distant jungle, where there was a pillar of blood qi piercing the sky.

These were Foreign Warriors in hiding, innumerable, tens of thousands of Foreign Warriors migrating deep into the Desolate Ancient Forest.

The remaining Foreign Warriors, upon seeing the half-king of the Blood Clan fall, were all desperately seeking refuge in the Ancient Forest, and this place, thousands of miles south, was the Luo Long Mountain Range, acting as a natural place of refuge.

Hum!

Without a sound, Xiao Chen appeared above a group of Foreign Warriors, the Dark Blood War Spear materializing in his hand, with a palpable aura of killing intent. The Blood Race Soldiers below were like ants to him.

Yet his intent to kill was undiminished. With a wave of his sleeve, the Dark Blood War Spear let out a humming sound, almost as if sentient, transforming into a black streak of light, tearing through the Void and piercing downward.

Standing in the Void, Xiao Chen could not be concealed by the night. The Dark Blood War Spear took on a size of several tens of zhang, exhaling an aura of slaughter, the dusky lance looking much like a black dragon, devouring countless Foreign Warriors.

Almost every instance, the Foreign Warriors skewered by the War Spear tallied in the thousands, and within a short ten breaths, tens of thousands of Foreign Warriors lay fallen beneath the War Spear.