Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8495: Divine punishment (1)

Seals danced relentlessly in Zhao Hai's hands, unleashing a barrage of spells upon the Scripture Pavilion. The structure started to quiver faintly before shrinking gradually. In the end, it reduced to the size of a hand and soared straight into Zhao Hai's grasp. Without a word, he clutched the Scripture Pavilion and dashed toward a concealed teleportation array hidden on the island. Next, he set it down on the array and triggered it. A flash of white light erupted, and the Scripture Pavilion vanished entirely from the teleportation formation.

Following that, Zhao Hai waved his hand and slammed his palm against the teleportation formation. It transformed into a massive crater, erasing every sign of its existence. Then, Zhao Hai soared upward and positioned himself next to Thousand Blades.

Dao Qianzhan shot a quick look at Zhao Hai but remained silent. Instead, he fixed his gaze on the thickening clouds overhead. Those dark masses grew denser, pressing down as if ready to smash the island's defensive barrier. Several low-ranking disciples on Blood Slaughter Island felt a wave of terror wash over them. Seeing this, Dao Qianzhan let out a mocking laugh. "This is truly divine retribution. It seems our Blood Slaughter Sect is finished today. But it's far better that Little Hai isn't here in the sect. As long as he's safe, our Blood Slaughter Sect's heritage endures. Bring it on— no matter which highgod strikes, our Blood Slaughter Sect won't just wait to die. Whoever tries to wipe us out will pay dearly!" With those words, he hoisted the God-Slaying Blade high. Simultaneously, the Limitless Palace hovering above burst forth with a brilliant glow.

Right then, innumerable bolts of lightning streaked across the heavens. These strikes resembled fine threads weaving through the air. Gradually, those threads pulled apart, forming a massive rift within the dark clouds. All present recognized it as the spatial barrier ripping open.

In that instant, reactions stirred among the people on Blood Slaughter Island. Faces drained of color as they stared at the rift, murmuring, "Divine retribution—it's divine retribution! Heavens, why has it come for the Blood Slaughter Sect? Forefather, what's behind all this?" By the close, sobs choked his words.

Dao Qianzhan turned to the disciples below and declared gravely, "All Blood Slaughter Sect disciples, hear me! We battle to the last breath, never yielding. Today, any who target our Blood Slaughter Sect will bleed for it, highgod or not. Prepare to fall in combat, everyone. We vow to stand or perish with the Blood Slaughter Sect!" His proclamation rang out powerfully. At the same time, his eyes flushed crimson. He lifted the Blood Slaughter Saber and poured every ounce of his dharmic power into it.

Du Wansha and the rest held their tongues. They too unleashed their full dharmic powers, channeling them into the Blood Slaughter Saber. The blade flared with intense brightness, unleashing an overwhelming wave of slaughter aura. It felt like an ancient death deity rousing from eternal slumber, its gaze locking onto the sky's spatial rift with endless malice.

"Hmph!" A chilling snort echoed from the rift, trailed by a raspy, deep tone. "How dare you fireflies challenge the sun and moon? Utter fools!" With that, a colossal finger thrust downward from the tear. It appeared slender, almost skeletal, mere skin clinging to bone. The descent evoked a titan's disdain for buzzing insects—irritated, it extended a digit to squash them flat.

The thread-like lightning overhead shattered instantly under the finger's force. Then, it plunged straight down. Though its speed seemed unhurried, it left no room for response. It aimed right at the Blood Slaughter Sect's protective barrier.

BOOM! The whole of Blood Slaughter Island shuddered violently, like the ground splitting in a quake. Numerous structures crumbled outright, sparing only key edifices. Yet the island's shield glowed fiercely. Crackling noises followed as the barrier's runes burst apart one after another. At last, a thunderous crack echoed, shattering the entire formation like fragile glass. Still, the finger had vanished too. The Blood Slaughter Sect's defense had withstood the blow.

A resounding explosion rang out, reducing the large compass in Du Wansha's grip to dust. He ignored the fragments, flicking his wrist to summon a long blade into his hand. He hurled it into the cloud sea, where it vanished. Certain Blood Slaughter Sect disciples identified it as the Killing God Blade, a supreme artifact rivaling only the sect's own treasure.

"Eh? Fascinating—mortals below actually crafted such a sturdy shield to halt my strike. Impressive indeed. Regrettably, your Blood Slaughter Sect ends here today!" Accompanied by this voice, a second finger descended upon Blood Slaughter Island.

This digit loomed enormous, akin to a sky-falling pillar crashing toward the island. It retained that gaunt, bony look, wrapped in taut skin. But the descending pressure alone promised apocalypse. All knew resistance was futile against it.

In this critical moment, the Senluo Temple blazed with light and rocketed upward, slamming into the finger. Boom! A deafening blast resounded, splintering the Senluo Temple into myriad shards like a plaything crushed. The finger, however, pressed on unscathed, heading for the island.

"Kill!" Dao Qianzhan bellowed fiercely. With that cry, his power surged to its zenith. Simultaneously, his hair whitened visibly in an instant, his skin dulled, and deep creases etched his face—layers thick enough to pulverize insects. More chillingly, his eyes dimmed to a cloudy haze, resembling a frail elder's final days. Yet the fury in them intensified, brimming with infinite slaughter as he glared at the plummeting finger.

"Kill!" Du Wansha and the six elders roared in unison. They too mobilized their transcendent energies, feeding them straight into the Blood Slaughter Saber. Their conditions mirrored Thousand Blades': locks turning silver, flesh fading, bodies withering centuries in a blink—as if life itself ebbed away.

As their shouts filled the air, the dark crimson edge of the Blood Slaughter Saber flowed like liquid gore. A potent reek of blood and lethal intent poured from the weapon. Then, the Blood Slaughter Saber swung with savage force, birthing a massive red saber beam that hurtled toward the descending finger.

"Ah~!" A piercing wail pierced the air. Then, all witnessed the saber light severing the giant finger. The beam gleamed as the severed digit tumbled from above, dwindling in size. Ultimately, it shrank to ordinary proportions and plunged into the blood sea, vanishing without trace.

"You dare wound me? I'll slaughter you all, leaving no soul or spirit behind—your fates sealed in eternal torment!" Abruptly, a massive ghostly claw plunged from the heavens, raking toward Blood Slaughter Island. Translucent and pitch-black, it teemed with snarling specters shrieking in agony. The wails clawed at every listener's essence, as if dragging their very spirits from their forms.

At that juncture, Thousand Blades and his companions in the sky cast a final glance at the enormous claw. Then, the seven plummeted earthward. Only the now-dull Blood Slaughter Saber lingered aloft. A closer inspection revealed fissures spiderwebbing its surface—it teetered on the brink of ruin.

In that instant, a voice cried out, "Master! Ah~! All Blood Slaughter Sect disciples, heed this—channel your dharmic powers into the Blood Slaughter Saber. We'll fight until our last!" The speaker was Dao Qianzhan's attendant. Though merely a servant, he held esteemed rank in the Blood Slaughter Sect. The disciples, fired up by their leaders' sacrificial stand, surged with resolve. Cowardice had no place here; the sect's brutal trials weeded out the weak long ago. Thus, facing an invincible foe, fear yielded to fury. Eyes blazing, they yelled, "All in! Kill!" With the call, they funneled their mana into the Blood Slaughter Saber. Its fractured form ignited in a blinding scarlet radiance. Soon after, a saber beam grander than the last cleaved toward the ghostly claw!

BOOM! The saber light struck true, tearing a gaping gash across the claw. A howl echoed from above, but the Blood Slaughter Saber shattered into shards, scattering everywhere. Clearly, these clashes had utterly demolished the weapon. It lay destroyed.

"Ah, infuriating! You wretched bugs actually scarred me. I'll ensure no trace of the Blood Slaughter Sect remains!" No sooner had the words faded than another ghostly claw descended from the sky. This time, the Blood Slaughter Sect disciples possessed no strength left to counter. Devoid of the Blood Slaughter Saber, they stood defenseless against the assault. With a colossal boom, the claw smashed into Blood Slaughter Island. Another thunderous impact followed as the island gradually submerged into the blood sea.

The ghostly claw's rage persisted undimmed. With a savage bellow, myriad claws rained from the firmament, pummeling the Blood Slaughter Sect's remaining isles. Those struck by the claws fragmented and plunged into the blood sea, erased forever.