Sage of Humanity
Chapter 1029 - 1027: Righteous Blood human race

"Righteous Blood human race!" A shocked cry from the Blood Race echoed, followed by the sudden elevation of Divine Sea Realm aura. In the night, many Divine Sea Realm Blood Races quickly reacted, transforming into blood light and rushing towards the direction of the mysterious woman.

For a moment, the scene was grand, the aura chaotic.

Suddenly, the clear sound of a sword rang out, followed by a point of cold light bursting in mid-air, splitting into thousands, striking downward.

In the dense Blood Race camp, death and injury occurred instantly, many Blood Race members hadn't even had time to react to what was happening before they were sliced into pieces by the fierce Sword Qi. Even the Divine Sea Realm Blood Races were screaming as they fell from the air.

Numerous sword lights ravaged through the Blood Race camp, engulfing the area with boundless slaughter.

In the night, a figure stood in mid-air, surrounded by Sword Qi, majestic like a divine being descending from the heavens.

Lu Ye got up awkwardly, shook his head, and looked around, seeing that within a radius of a thousand feet, there were no survivors. The Blood Race within this range had been completely annihilated by the mysterious woman's magic and spells.

Even Dao Thirteen's back was a bloody mess.

Note that Dao Thirteen was a Divine Sea Realm physique cultivator, with an extremely strong physique, and the woman's magic and spells weren't directed at Dao Thirteen; he was merely affected and suffered such injuries, indicating the terrifying power of that magic.

If he were to face her directly, Dao Thirteen would not be a match for the woman.

Looking up again, he saw an old man with white hair and beard in mid-air, wielding a sword to kill. This was clearly a sword cultivator, his imposing Sword Intent so intense that it made people's eyes ache and their psyche throb, as if a sharp sword could come down on their heads at any moment.

The woman and the old man were clearly together, as the old man jumped out after the woman made her move.

And it wasn't just the two of them.

Despite the sword cultivator old man killing some Divine Sea Realm Blood Races, the numbers were too great, and now many Blood Races were rushing towards the woman.

Though the woman was powerful, she was ultimately just a magic cultivator. In such a situation, she was sure to be overwhelmed.

Then suddenly, another figure descended from the sky like a meteorite, landing directly in front of the woman, causing the ground to crack.

The massive impact stirred up dust all around, spreading with a roar, forcing Lu Ye to squint his eyes. With Insight Spirit Runes enhancing his vision, his pupils involuntarily contracted.

The suddenly appearing third figure wasn't particularly huge, but he had an overflowing and surging blood Qi, even Dao Thirteen had to humbly admit defeat.

He raised a hand to grab a nearby Blood Race, despite the Divine Sea Realm Blood Race's desperate struggles, it couldn't break free. With a forceful grip, he crushed the Blood Race's skull.

Then, his body moved, seemingly clumsily using his fists and feet, but every punch and kick carried terrifying power. Any Blood Race within thirty feet of him and the woman would all explode into a mist of blood.

The sword cultivator old man in mid-air directed his flying sword to precisely target and kill. For a moment, none of the Divine Sea Realm Blood Races attacking the mysterious woman could achieve any success.

With the protection of this physique cultivator and the sword cultivator, the woman could unleash her abilities, casting her powerful spells one after another. Where she passed, Blood Race members fell in droves, turning the Blood Race camp into a river of blood and a field of corpses.

More even grander auras rose from the peak.

The commotion here naturally alerted the strongest Blood Race members gathered at the peak, and the auras rising now were much more powerful than the Divine Sea Realm Blood Races at the hillside and foot of the mountain.

Then suddenly, an angry shout echoed from the peak: "How dare you!"

As the shout ended, a streak of light suddenly shot out from the peak, as fast as a thunderbolt, with someone shouting from within the light: "Failed, retreat quickly!"

"Useless!" The sword cultivator old man glanced towards the peak, unceremoniously scolding, then turned and shouted to the woman and the physique cultivator: "Leave!"

The woman pursed her lips into a smile, folded her hands, and gently pushed forward, releasing a vast starlight that instantly enveloped a thousand feet.

Amidst the booming explosion and dazzling light, the woman and the physique cultivator's figures rose into the sky.

In mid-air, the sword cultivator old man retrieved his flying sword and prepared to escape.

At that critical moment, Lu Ye shot up into the sky, heading towards the old man's direction, with Dao Thirteen hurriedly following.

Lu Ye's unusual action naturally did not escape the sword cultivator old man's perception; in fact, the old man had been aware of him since he appeared.

After all, under the mysterious woman's magic, all the Blood Races perished, yet Lu Ye and Dao Thirteen remained unharmed, which naturally attracted attention.

The old man hesitated briefly, then urged his sword light to wrap around the approaching Lu Ye and Dao Thirteen, following the woman and the physique cultivator's direction.

Lu Ye exhaled deeply.

Though wrapped within the old man's sword light, flying together, Lu Ye could clearly feel a pure Sword Intent enveloping him. If he dared make any inappropriate move, he would instantly face the old man's attack.

He naturally didn't dare make any inappropriate moves, and even instructed Dao Thirteen: "Don't act rashly."

Dao Thirteen immediately calmed down.

The old man glanced at him, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

They sped forward rapidly.

Initially, there were still many powerful Blood Race members in pursuit, but the speed at which sword cultivators flee is exceptionally quick; even the Blood Escape Technique of the Blood Race cannot match it. Moreover, in the face of a powerful sword cultivator like the old man, the fewer Blood Race members that catch up, the less effective it would be. Hence, moments later, those Blood Race members halted their pursuit, helplessly watching the old man's sword light disappear from their sight.

Two hours later, the old man slowed his sword light and landed on a high peak, waiting quietly.

He didn't bother with Lu Ye and Dao Thirteen, and just sat down in meditation by himself.

Lu Ye had many questions he wanted to ask, but seeing the old man's demeanor, he hesitated to disturb him, choosing to adapt to the situation instead.

The reason he rushed towards the old man at the last moment was to leave with this sword cultivator. If his guess was correct, the human race experts appearing in the Blood Race's camp tonight were all from the Righteous Blood Sacred Land.

And the angry shout from the Blood Race earlier undoubtedly confirmed Lu Ye's suspicions.

His trip was originally meant to go to the Righteous Blood Sacred Land. However, because the Blood Race was assembling troops and the path was fraught with danger, he had no choice but to blend in as a Blood Slave along with Dao Thirteen.

Now that there was an opportunity to escape, it was not to be missed.

Otherwise, once the Blood Race truly began attacking the Righteous Blood Sacred Land, escaping would not be so easy.

Dao Thirteen twisted his body beside him, seemingly uncomfortable due to an injury on his back. Lu Ye checked him and found only some superficial wounds, nothing serious, so he didn't worry about it further.

With Dao Thirteen's physique, such injuries would heal in a few days.

In the quiet night, the space beside him slightly distorted, and then a figure revealed itself. It was another old man with white hair and beard, short and slender in stature, but his eyes were extremely lively.

Lu Ye's heart tightened, knowing this person was a Ghost Cultivator, and definitely the strongest Ghost Cultivator he had encountered thus far.

Because before the other revealed himself, he hadn't noticed even the slightest trace, and even Dao Thirteen hadn't sensed anything.

Recalling the events earlier, Lu Ye guessed that this Ghost Cultivator was likely the one who had been shouting from the mountaintop.

A human race Ghost Cultivator going to a place swarming with Blood Race experts on the mountaintop was obviously to assassinate the Star Moon Saintly Venerable.

Over the years, whenever the Blood Race launched a large-scale attack on the Righteous Blood Sacred Land, the northern front was always the responsibility of the Star Moon Sacred Land. If the Star Moon Saintly Venerable could be killed before the great battle, it would undoubtedly cause great intimidation to the hundreds of thousands of Blood Race troops, possibly even causing their morale to collapse.

This could significantly lessen the pressure on the Righteous Blood Sacred Land in the coming battle.

But he clearly failed, hence the shout "failed".

The Sacred Seed's strength far surpasses ordinary Blood Race members, and the Star Moon Saintly Venerable was not a newly emerged Sacred Seed like Lann Qiyue; he had long cultivated to the peak of this world, and was not so easy to kill.

Even with the female magic cultivator, the sword cultivator, and that physique cultivator causing a commotion in the Blood Race camp, diverting the attention of the Blood Race experts, the Ghost Cultivator still did not succeed.

This must be the agreed gathering point for several human race experts.

The sword cultivator old man was the fastest, and even with Lu Ye and Dao Thirteen, he was the first to arrive, followed by this Ghost Cultivator old man.

However, just as he revealed himself, two streams of light swiftly approached from a distance, quickly landing in front of them, revealing the figures of a female and the physique cultivator.

Several pairs of eyes turned to Lu Ye and Dao Thirteen.

The Ghost Cultivator said, "Jian Guhong, why did you bring these two Blood Slaves?"

The woman chuckled softly, "These two are not ordinary Blood Slaves. The stronger one has Divine Sea Realm cultivation, and while the other is slightly weaker, he has reached the True Lake Realm."

She had clearly sensed it clearly when Dao Thirteen activated his spirit force. At that moment, however, she was busy fighting the Blood Race and Dao Thirteen was merely protecting Lu Ye without targeting her, so she didn't pay him any mind.

The Ghost Cultivator old man was surprised, "A Divine Sea Realm Blood Slave? That's rare." He then changed the topic, "But a Blood Slave is still a Blood Slave. Unless a Sacred Seed lifts the Blood Seal from within them, even if their original master dies, their identity as a Blood Slave remains unchanged. They will be subservient to the Blood Race for life. What's the use of bringing them along?"

The physique cultivator didn't speak, just stood by coldly watching.

Lu Ye quickly clasped his fist in a salute, "Greetings, esteemed seniors. Please be informed that we are not Blood Slaves and have never been imprinted with a Blood Seal by the Blood Race."

This needed to be clarified, or else they might be effortlessly killed by these extraordinarily powerful Divine Sea Realm experts, which would be a great injustice.

The Ghost Cultivator grinned, "Of course, you wouldn't admit to being Blood Slaves." Saying this, a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand, flipping and twirling, "Come, let me send you off, and I assure you, you won't feel a thing."