Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8478: Release _1

Zhao Hai hadn't forgotten his sect mission yet. He knew full well just how vital that mission was to him personally. Even though the sect had assured him that completing it wasn't a big deal either way, he couldn't shake the feeling that skipping it would leave the sect leader and the others somewhat let down. Sure, they'd keep investing in his development, but it was uncertain if they'd view him as the sect's future successor anymore.

Zhao Hai didn't have to aim for the role of next sect leader by any means, but after spending so much time in the Blood Slaughter Sect, he'd grown genuinely fond of it. Plus, the sect had always treated him exceptionally well. That loyalty pushed him to want to strengthen the Blood Slaughter Sect even further. To do that, he needed to solidify his position. Completing this sect mission was essential for him.

Finishing the mission while being pursued by so many hunters was no easy feat in these conditions. What could he do next? Hiding in the shadows like he used to wouldn't work anymore. Staying low-key would only complicate the task, since it meant no one would fear him. All sorts of folks would try to chase him down without worry, and he'd be powerless to stop it. So, keeping a low profile was out. He needed to go bold and instill fear in plenty of people. Even those hunting him would have to weigh their own power first. Only then could he tackle the mission freely without constant threats.

With that in mind, Zhao Hai couldn't help recalling the two Dharma artifacts stored in his boundless space: the black flexible sword and the Cold Wind Ghost Flag. Both were incredibly potent, and the Cold Wind Ghost Flag could serve as a sect's treasured heirloom. Yet, simply nurturing them wouldn't boost their strength further. The Cold Wind Ghost Flag required more souls to grow. While the boundless space of hell held endless souls, they were far too feeble. They could mend the flag's wounds at best, but enhancing its power seemed out of reach. Things might change in actual combat, though. The Cold Wind Ghost Flag could devour the souls of numerous cultivators, transforming them into ghost soldiers. A single wave would unleash hordes of them, giving anyone a real nightmare. This approach could effectively revive the Cold Wind Ghost Flag's battle prowess.

The soft sword followed a similar pattern. It was mighty on its own, but as a weapon built for slaughter, mere nurturing did nothing for it. Real fights were necessary to awaken its full combat potential. It looked like conflict was unavoidable. At this realization, Zhao Hai let out a deep sigh. Then, he gazed at the blood mist ahead and declared gravely, "This realm is known as the Blood Sea Realm. The technique I first practiced was the Blood Sea God-Killing Technique, and my initial Dharma form was a Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea. It feels like fate's decree. Very well, then let me, Zhao Hai, carve out a Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea through battle and forge my legend!" With those words, Zhao Hai's presence shifted dramatically. He'd always come across as calm and scholarly before, but now everything about him transformed. A fierce killing intent radiated from his form, sharpening his entire being. He resembled a blood-drenched blade long hidden in its sheath—now finally drawn and ready to strike!

In whatever world he'd entered before, Zhao Hai had made a habit of staying under the radar, except during those climactic clashes against invading realms. Even when he stepped into the spotlight, he avoided excessive savagery. Typically, he'd overpower foes until they yielded, then recruit them as allies to bolster his forces.

This time around, though, Zhao Hai craved a true showdown. His power hadn't yet peaked in this world. Launching into full-scale war could spell danger for him. Strangely, that very risk stirred a thrill within Zhao Hai.

Right then, Zhao Hai sensed several spiritual Qi ripples approaching from afar. He realized these were hunters closing in on him. Clearly, they'd devised a method to track his location. A cold glint of murder flashed in his eyes at the thought. He pushed aside questions of how they'd found him—he'd committed to unleashing everything. Such details didn't matter now. Without hesitation, he soared straight toward the Blood Sea.

He'd been lurking within the Blood Sea earlier. But with his position exposed, hiding there served no purpose anymore. He chose to emerge openly. He wanted to test if these assailants could truly harm him. That bold mindset drove Zhao Hai to burst from the Blood Sea and confront his would-be killers head-on.

Up to now, Zhao Hai had often displayed restraint around others—a trait that wasn't always ideal for cultivators. Those on the path needed that unyielding edge. He'd held back too much. This moment marked his resolve to unleash fully, like shattering his own chains. His latent sharpness and murderous drive surged forth unchecked. The Blood Sea Realm might never be the same after this.

The tracking auras picked up on Zhao Hai's ascent and pursued without delay, but he paid them no heed. Instead, he pressed on and broke free from the Blood Sea. Upon surfacing, Zhao Hai paused in surprise. Hundreds of cultivators encircled him, closing in gradually.

Spotting Zhao Hai's emergence, they held their ground at first, then swooped in to tighten the ring around him. Hundreds strong they were, yet all loose independent cultivators—no Dark Ghost Sect disciples among them. These hunters sought clues to the Ghostwind Bandits' treasures from Zhao Hai, so they hadn't alerted the Dark Ghost Sect. Instead, they boxed him in, intent on taking his life.

Zhao Hai eyed the group and let out a chilling laugh. "I suggest you all scatter now, folks, since I have no knowledge of the Ghostwind Bandits' treasure. Surrounding me won't help when there's nothing to gain. Keep pressing, and you'll force my hand." Not one for needless bloodshed, Zhao Hai offered them this final warning. If they persisted, he'd show no mercy.

The encircling cultivators refused to back off. Suddenly, a shout rang out from the throng: "Ignore his lies—he knows something. Grab him and pry out the Ghostwind Bandits' treasure details. We'll strike it rich!" That cry ignited the mob. Their gazes burned with greed as they lunged at Zhao Hai.

Seeing their charge, Zhao Hai sneered coldly and boomed, "I held back from striking first—do you fools truly believe I won't kill? Very well, today I begin my slaughter. Let the entire Blood Sea Realm learn I'm no easy target. Perish! Divine Secrets Finger, Pear Blossom in the Storm!" His finger lashed out, filling the sky with glowing specks.

As Zhao Hai unleashed his finger strikes on the independent cultivators, they hastily swung their Dharma artifacts to fend off the lights. But the specks moved with blinding speed and force. No artifact could halt them. Any struck by a speck suffered a gaping wound, the energy surging to shatter their heart meridians. None survived the hits.

Zhao Hai's initial thrust felled over a dozen right in front of him, yet attackers swarmed from behind. He sneered again. "Divine Secrets Finger, Fairy Scattering Flowers!" His pointing finger erupted, splintering into myriad lights that bloomed into colorful flowers mid-air. These blossoms drifted protectively around Zhao Hai.

The earlier Pear Blossom in the Storm had targeted forward alone. This Fairy Scattering Flowers, however, drew from the four hundred and eight great generals' style—an omnidirectional assault. Front, back, sides—all bore the brunt of this Qi force.

The rear attackers gaped in horror at the energy-formed flowers. They slashed wildly with weapons to deflect them, but the onslaught was overwhelming. A single brush meant an instant bloody hole, energy piercing straight to the heart.

In merely two techniques, Zhao Hai had claimed nearly twenty lives. Still, the horde pressed on endlessly. Countless more cultivators barreled toward him. Zhao Hai snorted coldly and jabbed his finger once more, bellowing, "Divine Secrets Finger, Ten Thousand Arrows Piercing Through the Air!" Instantly, his finger divided— one to two, two to four, doubling until sixteen became a sky full of finger phantoms, all aimed forward.

These phantom fingers shot like arrows, zeroing in on the cultivators. Panic gripped them as they whirled weapons into glowing barriers. Some parried the strikes; others failed. Those who couldn't were slain outright.

These independent cultivators lacked great power, with many stuck at the Dharma-using realm. Pitting themselves against Zhao Hai was suicide. Though his own cultivation sat at the Dharma-essence realm, he could wipe out droves in one go.

Yet a handful of stronger independents had pushed ahead, planning to let the weak serve as shields. They hadn't anticipated Zhao Hai's devastating output. The fodder died instantly upon approach, forcing the elites to charge and clash desperately.

Zhao Hai glanced at the incoming rush and sneered once more. In a low growl, he declared, "Divine Secrets Finger, Rolling Stones Like Thunder!" His finger thrust forth, summoning a massive spherical stone before him that barreled toward the foes. It hurtled with terrifying velocity and force. Those in its path felt dodging was impossible. Several cultivators slammed their magic weapons against it simultaneously. The stone merely gained faint scratches and kept rolling, smashing all it touched into bloody mush. By now, with just four strikes, Zhao Hai had slain over sixty.