Rumble!
There seemed to be thunder exploding between heaven and earth. Battle cries shook the sky and endless blood mist filled the air. The battle of hundreds of thousands of people changed the color of heaven and earth.
Since the destruction of the Fallen Dragon Ancient City tens of thousands of years ago, this wasteland had never experienced such a vast and tragic battle.
One side's morale was high. With Xiao Chen's reward and the oppression of the past hundreds of years, their momentum was monstrous. They waved their weapons and continued to kill on the battlefield.
The other side's morale was low. The Combat Masters were even more uneven. They were hastily formed and suffered heavy losses in the Thunder Tribulation yesterday. Their morale was shaken. Under the leadership of their respective patriarchs, they barely resisted the attack of the Ancient Yuan Combat Division.
In the void, seeing the chaotic scene below, his eyes became even more sinister. His hoarse voice sounded like metal rubbing against each other, exceptionally ear-piercing!
"Kid, Old Ancestor will let you know that there is a world of difference between the Heavenly Building Realm, even at the same level. Don't think that you can be arrogant just because you have just advanced to the Second Heavenly Layer. It has been decades since I advanced to the Second Heavenly Layer, and now I am already half a step into the Third Heavenly Layer. Today is the day you die!"
"Old man, you really talk a lot of nonsense!
Do you know that today is the day of your death, so you say a few more words before you die so that you won't have another chance in the future? "
"Little bastard, you only know how to use your tongue. Although Old Ancestor doesn't think much of Ao Shan Combat Division, it was also established by my ancestors. How dare you destroy it? This is a capital crime!
Today, Old Ancestor will completely obliterate you! "
Buzz!
In an instant, an indescribable sense of oppression was born from the old man's body. Some of the Combat Masters in the bloody battle below could not help but feel their hearts tighten, as if there was an ancient mountain that was thousands of feet tall pressing down on them. The Combat Masters even stopped moving for a moment.
This was the strength of a Heavenly Building Realm warrior, the oppression that came from the Life Rank!
Boom!
The void exploded, and a bronze saber appeared in Old Ancestor Ao Shan's hand. The body of the saber was branded with blood-red Dao runes. Each rune exuded a bloodthirsty aura, causing one's blood to boil.
Heavenly Building Spirit Weapon!
"Kid, this is a Spiritual Weapon that I obtained by chance. Today, I'll use this blade to chop off your head!"
"Come, let your ancestor see how much of a genius you are. Bronze War Blade, Blood Descends, All Living Beings Will Be Souls Under the Blade!"
Old Ancestor Ao Shan roared and held the bronze saber in one hand. The tyrannical aura belonging to a great martial artist of the Heavy Building Realm was overwhelming. With one slash, the entire area around Xiao Chen turned into a world of blood. The surrounding scenery couldn't be seen clearly. In the blood, there was a saber that was a hundred feet long slashing down from the sky.
The might of the Heavenly Building Realm was so terrifying!
"Kill!"
Ancestor Ao Shan did not seem to want to tangle with Xiao Chen, but wanted to kill Xiao Chen in one fell swoop!
Roar!
Xiao Chen's expression didn't change. He grasped at the air with his right hand, and the Dark Blood Spear instantly condensed in his hand. A powerful Battle Qi ran through the body of the spear.
Stab!
With a thrust of the spear, the Battle Qi was like a dragon, surging and roaring. The green spear light was invincible, and wherever the spear light passed, faint spatial ripples spread out, scattering the blood mist in the sky.
Clang!
The sound of metal clashing reverberated through the heavens and earth. The ears of the hundreds of thousands of Warriors instantly went deaf. A faint blood-colored shockwave exploded in mid-air. Just a small amount of the shockwave was enough to easily kill a Blood Refining Realm warrior.
It could be said that a Heavenly Building Realm martial artist had already surpassed the realm of mortals. Traversing the void, destroying mountains and rivers, this was the might of a Heavenly Building Realm martial artist!
A blazing red light blossomed with the two of them as the center. Within a radius of a thousand feet, waves of air surged, and countless Combat Masters who were bathed in blood were sent flying by the overflowing aura. Their internal organs were shattered, and they died with blood flowing out of their seven orifices!
However, the Combat Masters also knew how terrifying a Heavenly Building Realm martial artist was. During the bloody battle, they were all far away from the space below the two of them, so not many Combat Masters were affected!
Dong dong dong!
Both of them retreated, but Old Ancestor Ao Shan retreated five steps, while Xiao Chen only retreated four steps!
The light dissipated, and the Dark Blood Spear in Xiao Chen's hand gave off a clear glow, looking even more mystical.
"Haha, old man, looks like you have reached your limit!
You don't even have the strength to swing your saber! "
Dong!
Old Ancestor Ao Shan's expression changed abruptly, and he stared at Xiao Chen. He suddenly realized that he had indeed underestimated Xiao Chen. To be able to have such a cultivation at such a young age, his talent was indeed very strong. In the world of geniuses, heaven-defying battle strength was also a manifestation of talent.
Thinking of this, Old Ancestor Ao Shan's expression became even more unsightly.
"So what if you have heaven-defying battle strength? The Heavenly Building Realm is the path to the heavens. Even if you are in the same Heavenly Building Realm, you will have the awareness of heaven and earth. Today, Old Ancestor will completely kill you!"
Old Ancestor Ao Shan let out a long roar, and the saber in his hand suddenly became three zhang long. The blade turned into a blood-red lightning, and in an instant, it split the void. This saber seemed to have triggered a boundless sea of blood, and the blood waves surged into the sky, as if it had the power to collapse the sky!
The battle armor fluttered, but Xiao Chen's expression was still calm. The spear in his hand felt Xiao Chen, and in the next moment, the spear pierced through the void. The 12 Heaven Veins let out bursts of thunder, and endless battle qi was extracted from Zhou Tian's Qi Sea and poured into the spear. The dense battle qi constantly gathered and compressed on the tip of the spear.
Chi chi chi!
The spear pierced through the boundless sea of blood, and directly stabbed into the back of the saber.
Boom!
The battle qi that was compressed to the extreme had already turned from green to black, and the tip of the spear exploded like a star!
Weng!
Battle qi splashed everywhere, and Old Ancestor Ao Shan let out a muffled groan. His entire body was blown away, and the three zhang long bronze saber cried out, and fell into the battlefield below, causing endless waves of blood!
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!
On the ground below, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and in the huge battlefield, there were countless broken limbs shooting out from time to time. Hundreds of thousands of people were bathed in blood, and this scene was really shocking. Blades and axes slashed, and the endless blood color made everyone's eyes go blank.
At this moment, the original battle formation of a thousand people had long been broken, and almost all the soldiers were fighting for themselves. It was chaos, and all the soldiers felt that they were surrounded by enemies!
At this moment, even the Blood Refining Realm warriors looked so insignificant in the fierce battle of hundreds of thousands of people. Even if they had the strength to pick up mountains and rivers, they could not stand against the surging waves of sabers, spears, axes, and axes.
Wu wu wu!
At this moment, the bleak sound of a horn pierced through the endless battle cries and entered everyone's ears.
Along with this desolate horn, the hundred zhang tall battle flag was waved by the strong man, and it was guiding the direction of the bloody battle masters.
The ones who had the easiest time on the battlefield were Shi Ya and Xue Sha. With the strength of Heavenly Tower Realm, they rushed back and forth in the blood-colored battlefield.
They continuously killed the Blood Refining Realm warriors of the Ao Shan Tribe.
Hearing the desolate horn, Shi Ya and Xue Sha stood in the air, and the Inherited Combat Weapon in their hands suddenly expanded to several zhang in size, and they slashed down at the place where most of the Ao Shan Battle Masters were gathered.
"Gather towards this elder!"
In midair, Shi Ya looked at the flaming battle flag, and his hoarse voice immediately resounded in the sky.
Kill!
Battle cries sounded once more. Looking down from the sky, countless torrents of battle masters could be seen gathering.
A hundred battle masters gathered, a thousand battle masters gathered, several thousand battle masters gathered, and finally, ten thousand battle masters gathered, and they charged towards Shi Ya from all directions.
Finally, below Shi Ya, a group of several tens of thousands of battle masters gathered. At this moment, all of the battle masters were already covered in blood, and endless killing intent was emanating from them.
"Kill!
Pierce through them! "
In midair, Shi Ya's battle hammer suddenly expanded to ten zhang in size, and he smashed it down. Blood and bones were shattered, and a bloody path was torn open.
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!
In the next moment, several tens of thousands of battle masters charged into the bloody path. The sudden change caught the Ao Shan Tribe off guard. It was as if a huge crack had been torn open in the defensive line of Ao Shan Tribe and the other combat masters. The Ancient Yuan Battle Masters charged straight in, and like a sharp knife, they sliced open the defensive line of Ao Shan Tribe and the other combat masters.
"Hurry up and stop them!
Kill!
Kill!
Kill! "
Ao Kui, who was already hiding at the back, was scared out of his wits upon seeing this scene. Disregarding everything else, he ordered the battle masters under him to charge at the Ancient Yuan Battle Masters, intending to surround them and force them back.
"Haha, Ao Shan Old Man, eat my hammer!"
Seeing the flustered and exasperated Ao Kui, the war hammer in Stoneya's hand smashed down like a small mountain.
"No!"
Ao Kui revealed a horrified expression. He wanted to flee, but he discovered that his entire body had been locked down by a supreme pressure. In this life or death situation, he violently threw the Battle Weapons beside him into the void, intending to block the descending hammer.
Boom!
The huge hammer fell, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere. Ao Kui's entire body was blown into pieces, and even the battle weapons within a hundred zhang around him were turned into blood and flesh.
"Die Ao Kui!
Kill! "
In the air, Xiao Chen and Old Ancestor Ao Shan's exchange was like thunder. Every time they exchanged blows, boundless energy would burst forth. At this moment, the two were already several kilometers away from the battlefield, leaving behind a boundless amount of rubble and sand on the ground.
"Mystique, Frenzied Blade World!"
Countless inverted saber shadows filled the air. A world of sabers appeared in front of Xiao Chen. Countless sabers glittered and flickered with saber lights. There were so many of them that they were uncountable. This was Ancestor Ao Shan's first layer of the Martial Path.
Clang!
The battle spear swept across the air, bringing up waves of spatial ripples. Countless shining blades were like broken glass, full of cracks, and then shattered.
Puff!
"This is impossible!"
Ancestor Ao Shan spat out blood and flew back. Cracks even appeared on the bronze spirit weapon blade in his hand. His face was filled with endless fear as he stared at Xiao Chen. "The power of my mystique has already reached the Third Sky of Martial Path. How can you have such powerful battle strength!"
Ancestor Ao Shan was shocked. With just an ordinary attack, Xiao Chen had broken the mystique he had condensed, and the spirituality of the spirit weapon in his hand was greatly reduced. Xiao Chen should have given him too much pressure.
"Go!"
In the next moment, Patriarch Ao Shan grabbed the slightly damaged spirit weapon saber beside him without saying a word and wanted to escape!
"Old man, stay. I said that today is your death anniversary!"
"Mystique, Slaughter Spear!"