Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?! Chapter 1145 - 597: 8th Life: Time Law, One Strike Kill!_2

The aggressive individual who had just exposed Lu Yuan's identity now exhibited a significant shift in his demeanor, his previous hostility and arrogance completely vanishing.

Considering that even the formidable Corpse Emperor had opted for a voluntary retreat, their own abilities were utterly insufficient to contend with Lu Yuan.

A profound chill permeated the fierce man's being. He exchanged a swift glance with his associates, their shared intent to vanish into the ensuing commotion within the Divine Hall Plaza.

However, merely two steps into his attempted escape, an intense, piercing coldness erupted from behind him. His heart constricted as if ensnared by an unseen force, overwhelming him with an inexpressible terror!

"Bang!"

In that precise, critical moment.

A tattered, ancient blood armor, radiating potent evil Qi, materialized from the void directly behind the man, just barely managing to intercept the incoming blow.

"Could this perhaps... could this be the fabled Blood Demon Armor?"

The eyes of the assembled crowd widened in recognition of the armor's legendary origins.

This particular armor necessitated a blood sacrifice involving millions of souls, subjecting them to relentless torture and immense suffering during their lives to awaken their deepest resentments and hatred.

The sheer intensity of their loathing directly correlated with the armor's formidable power.

There was a historical account of a demonic immortal who had transformed an entire advanced world into a desolate hellscape solely for the purpose of refining this very armor.

The refinement process for such an artifact was so inherently cruel that it was virtually guaranteed to incite universal condemnation and invariably attract divine judgment.

The blood armor now present was saturated with overwhelming animosity and malevolent Qi, an undeniable testament to its history of slaughtering countless beings!

"Boom!"

The blood armor erupted in a cascade of glowing runes, and a dense crimson mist began to swirl around it.

Whispers of piercing wails could be faintly discerned within the swirling vapor. As the mist churned, spectral images of human faces materialized, distorted and sorrowful.

These countenances bore the indelible marks of unimaginable torment endured in life, their lingering resentment potent even in death.

Yet, as a sharp, fierce blade light struck the surface of the blood armor with immense force, all the anguished visages simultaneously emitted a unified, soul-rending cry.

Subsequently, a palpable sense of liberation softened their features before they dissipated into the surrounding air.

The blood armor itself sustained severe damage, its luminescence drastically receding, and fissures began to spiderweb across its once-pristine surface, threatening to shatter at any moment.

"Fellow cultivator, what is the meaning of this action?"

"I bear you no ill will, why strike me with such ruthless intent?"

Witnessing the grievous damage inflicted upon the Blood Demon Armor, the fierce man's face drained of color. He turned to confront Lu Yuan, his expression taut as he posed his question.

"No ill will? Was it not you who just proposed a blood sacrifice using my life?"

Lu Yuan, gripping the Divine Prison Thunder Saber, advanced deliberately towards the man.

Moments prior, this exact individual had intentionally revealed Lu Yuan's identity to the entire assembly, a clear ploy to incite others to eliminate him.

It was solely due to Lu Yuan's overwhelming power, amplified by the Supreme Destruction Law, that the Corpse Emperor and his ilk had paused their aggression.

Had it been any other immortal expert, they would have been immediately besieged by all present and would have never survived the confines of the Divine Hall Plaza!

"My friend, my earlier words were merely a grave misunderstanding. If I have caused any offense, I earnestly beg your forgiveness."

"Should you harbor any lingering dissatisfaction, I am prepared to offer ample compensation."

Sensing the undisguised, potent killing intent radiating from Lu Yuan, the fierce man's composure faltered, and he hastily offered his words.

"Then let your life be the compensation!"

Lu Yuan surged forward, instantly invoking the potent Supreme Time Law.

The fabric of the world around them seemed to stretch and decelerate, rendering everyone's movements sluggish – a mere fraction of their normal speed, every minute detail rendered observable to Lu Yuan.

In reality.

It was not that the perceptions of others had slowed, but rather that Lu Yuan's own velocity, enhanced by the Time Law's blessing, had escalated to an almost incomprehensible degree.

Following this.

Lu Yuan's Divine Prison Thunder Saber swept outwards in a graceful arc, directly targeting the fierce man.

This single strike appeared deceptively simple, akin to a toddler idly swinging a toy sword.

Yet, from the perspective of the doomed man, the speed of the incoming attack was already at its absolute zenith. Even with his peak Immortal Realm cultivation, he could only discern a fleeting crimson blur.

"Slash!"

The fierce man had not even begun to react.

The Divine Prison Thunder Saber, imbued with the formidable Supreme Destruction Law, sliced cleanly across his neck, instantly severing his head and extinguishing all life force.

Subsequently.

The severed head was flung high into the air, its vacant eyes still reflecting a mixture of utter confusion and stark terror.

Blood erupted from the gaping wound on his neck, cascading like a geyser.

Though the description may seem extensive, the entire event transpired in the span of a single, fleeting instant.

By the time the stunned onlookers regained their senses, they beheld the once-arrogant fierce man reduced to a headless corpse, tumbling lifelessly.

Immediately thereafter.

His entire body collapsed backward, impacting the crimson pool with a heavy thud.

A peak immortal, extinguished by a single saber strike!

The other immortal powerhouses were utterly shocked, barely able to process what they had witnessed.

This was a peak immortal, an existence far surpassing a regular Immortal Emperor of Attainment!

Such a supreme being, eternal and ageless, gazing across the River of Time, with all Ten Thousand Races groveling beneath him!

Yet, mere moments before, this formidable warrior was vibrantly alive, only to be brutally slain by Lu Yuan in the very next second?

To fell a peak immortal with a solitary blow – what unimaginable, heaven-defying combat strength was this?

With the fallen warrior as a stark example, everyone turned their gaze towards Lu Yuan with profound awe, none daring to provoke him further.

Not only the immortal powerhouses, but even the Corpse Emperor, who had neared the threshold of the Divine Hall, observed Lu Yuan with narrowed eyes, a palpable fear shimmering within his gaze.

For within this sacred space, under the oppressive weight of Divine Laws, even he might struggle to replicate Lu Yuan's casual act of dispatching a peak immortal.

Furthermore, at the very instant the formidable warrior met his end.

He had perceived an unmistakable wisp of the Supreme Time Law emanating from Lu Yuan!

Time reigns supreme, and space commands dominion.

It has been known since antiquity that the Supreme Time Law stands as one of the most potent cosmic principles.

Any individual who grasps even a fragment of it is destined to become an unparalleled force within the Immortal Realm.

Yet, Lu Yuan wields not only time but also destruction – mastery over these two Supreme Laws. Just how terrifying must his power be?

The mere contemplation of it sent an icy shiver down the Corpse Emperor's spine!

But at this particular juncture.

Following the fierce man's demise at Lu Yuan's hands, the crimson blood that spurted from his severed neck cascaded onto the ground below.

However, as the intricate patterns of the Divine Hall Plaza came into contact with this vital fluid, it was as if a long-parched desert finally received heavenly rain.

An intense suction force erupted, almost instantly engulfing all the spilled blood and the now headless corpse.

"What in the world is happening? Why is this Divine Hall Plaza absorbing the immortal True Blood?"

"Wait! Could it be that in addition to the blood sacrifice of this realm's own powerful individuals, utilizing True Blood from supreme immortals of other planes can also unlock the Divine Hall's gateway?"

The expressions of everyone present underwent a dramatic shift. As they watched the disappearing remains of the headless warrior, they swiftly arrived at a groundbreaking realization.

Precisely as anticipated.

Just when everyone was pondering this possibility.

After the Divine Hall Plaza had fully absorbed the fallen warrior's remains, the previously sealed Divine Hall door quivered, revealing a minuscule opening once more.

Nevertheless, the gap was so infinitesimally small that it could likely permit nothing larger than a mosquito to pass.

"So, it's confirmed! The True Blood of other powerful immortals can indeed open the Divine Hall door!"

"Those indigenous beings from this realm have already gained entry into the Divine Hall; we absolutely cannot permit them to seize the Original Divine Format."

"There is no time to delay, we must hasten our entry into the Divine Hall!"

Gazing upon the sliver of an opening, a wave of ecstatic excitement washed over everyone, their fervent exclamations echoing with anticipation.

Yet, after a brief surge of elation, a sense of calm quickly settled upon the crowd.

This was because they were confronted with a harsh, practical dilemma.

The Divine Hall door necessitated the offering of immortal True Blood for its activation, but among the assembled individuals, who wasn't a seasoned schemer, a cunning veteran of countless battles?

How could anyone possibly be willing to sacrifice their own existence for the sake of a group of unknown strangers?

With this thought in mind.

An immediate air of suspicion permeated the surroundings, each person wary of potential treachery, fearing they might suddenly become the victim of a cunning ploy.

However, just as this moment of collective hesitation dawned.

Lu Yuan, his Divine Prison Thunder Saber held firm, turned his imposing figure to face the fallen warrior's grim companions.