Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8521: Annihilation...1

Capítulo 8521: Annihilation…1

A resounding BOOM resounded as Zhao Hai's sword aura clashed against the sword aura from the Sword Origin Sect expert. It felt like two massive floods smashing into one another, unleashing a thunderous explosion. The Sword Origin Sect expert's face shifted dramatically. He never imagined Zhao Hai's sword aura could carry such immense weight. His frame quivered, and his visage grew ashen.

Suddenly, a enormous banner lunged at him. Notably, the banner's summit featured a keen edge, akin to a tri-bladed, double-edged spear. The force behind this thrust was formidable. The man's countenance twisted, prompting him to swiftly withdraw, as his allies dashed forward to assist.

"Shen Ji, cloud piercing arrow!" A dark blade sliced through a man's neck with blinding speed. The man's eyes bulged in shock and denial, yet a gory puncture had already formed in his throat. Clutching his neck, he failed to stem the gushing blood. Moments later, he plummeted from the heavens, his fate sealed in death.

While everyone reeled in astonishment, a shadowy arrow-shaped item materialized before another cultivator's leader. It punctured the rear of that individual's back, emerged from his torso, then rapidly retracted and vanished. Still, the victim coughed up blood and tumbled skyward.

In mere moments, two cultivators lay dead. The survivors stared in horror. Then, Zhao Hai's command rang out, "Divine Secrets, the celestial maiden scatter flowers!" At those words, vibrant blossoms rained down from above. Yet, none paused to admire their splendor, for each petal brimmed with overwhelming sword intent. Though lovely in appearance, these flowers posed lethal threats.

Right then, another voice declared, "Blue ocean sword, Northern Ocean ice!" With that, the air chilled sharply. Nearby moisture solidified into icy shards. An endless frost seized Zhao Hai in its grip.

"Hahaha, behold my strike, raging flames burning the heavens!" Zhao Hai's laughter boomed as his blade transformed. Abruptly, fierce fires erupted. The instant these flames ignited, the ambient heat surged. His foe's sword momentum shattered immediately.

Having shattered the enemy's sword assault, Zhao Hai bellowed, "Shen Ji, seamless sword array!" His call summoned a vast domain. Within it, innumerable columns rose. Iron figures flanked each column, gripping colossal blades. The columns rotated swiftly, and the iron men's weapons slashed at the cultivators. Unprepared for such an unfamiliar tactic, the foes floundered awkwardly.

Zhao Hai's voice echoed again, "Shen Ji, Rolling Stones like thunder!" A massive stone sphere hurled toward one foe. Already overwhelmed by the whirling blades, the man couldn't evade. The boulder struck true with a crash, shattering his bones and severing his sinews.

Without sparing the fallen a glance, Zhao Hai swung his sword and yelled, "Shen Ji, five notes kill!" Invisible sonic pulses erupted overhead. Utterly silent, these waves evaded detection until they impacted the targets' forms.

The victims jolted as if struck by unseen, piercing forces. Their gazes turned crimson, veins bulging fiercely. In a chorus of ruptures, every vessel in their bodies exploded.

Bathed in their own gore, the group staggered. Zhao Hai eyed them and cried, "Divine armament, Pear Blossom in the storm!" A barrage of pale rays lanced toward them. Devoid of strength to counter, they endured the onslaught. Sword wounds etched across their flesh as they dropped from the air. Among them was the Sword Origin Sect expert.

Though the Sword Origin Sect expert surpassed typical Island Masters in prowess, he paled against Zhao Hai's might. Coupled with Zhao Hai's endlessly varying techniques, defense proved futile. Thus, he stood no chance and yielded to Zhao Hai's sword pressure. The unprecedented five notes kill's stealthy sonic assault wounded him gravely. Zhao Hai's ensuing Pear Blossom in the storm sealed their doom.

This deluge of Pear Blossoms served as a wide-ranging strike, yet its precision against singles remained potent. Hence, it engulfed the entire group effortlessly. Combined with the seamless sword array and five notes absolute kill, their end was inevitable.

With those foes slain, Zhao Hai turned on the island's remaining defenders. Chaos erupted among the islanders upon discovering their key experts' demise. Ghost soldiers' assaults amplified the disorder. Bronze warriors' charges further eroded their resistance. Soon, only the ghost soldiers' cries filled the air, trapping the island's cultivators in inescapable doom.

Zhao Hai sought total eradication, so the purge, though swift in assault, dragged on to eliminate every soul. Only at daybreak did the island fall silent, stripped bare save for lingering bloodstains. Corpses and souls fed into the Cold Wind Ghost Flag, a vital boon for its growth.

Next, Zhao Hai checked on his comrades' status. They fared excellently. Though fewer in number, their elite ranks shone. Over two hundred powerhouses handily overpowered fifty foes. After all, anomalies like Zhao Hai, who soloed eight experts effortlessly, were rarities.

A lone cultivator elevated to Island Master might falter against Sword Origin Sect elites. Their lineage stemmed from an upright path, boasting solid heritages. Else, forging a domain spanning dozens of islands would elude them.

Yet, Chang Jun and his group's legacies derived from the Bloody Slaughter Sect, a pinnacle force in the Blood Sea Realm's top ten. These rivaled or exceeded orthodox traditions. Thus, they held firm against Sword Origin Sect members. The undead kin needed no mention; their might exceeded norms. Solitary in the medium, their arts flowed from Zhao Hai. His vast, premium inheritances outstripped even the Bloody Slaughter Sect's variety and caliber, empowering the undead profoundly.

Though newer to Island Master status than Sword Plain Sect veterans, their power nearly matched. Outnumbering their opponents several to one eased their victories.

They also boasted formidable allies: the aliens. Devoid of Godheads, these beings' battle prowess equaled Island Masters'. Consequently, the Sword Origin Sect's leaders couldn't withstand Zhao Hai's coalition.

As dawn broke, island skirmishes concluded. Zhao Hai's missive arrived post-victory, a welcome update. He promptly reached out to Wen Yuming for their progress. Wen Yuming reported all seized island assets relocated, including faithful slaves.

Satisfied, Zhao Hai nodded and directed them to the central isle. They'd scour it first, then proceed island by island. The core held the richest trove. Their Sword Origin Sect incursion wouldn't stay secret long; speed was essential.

Shortly after his directive, Wen Yuming's team docked at the main island. Wasting no time, they commenced excavation. Zerg aid unearthed every treasure. Wen Yuming's crew activated portals to shuttle goods straight to the vessel's stores—or rather, the bronze automaton's holds.

Handling the island's faithful slaves proved simplest. Utterly compliant, they offered no defiance—their existences bound beyond resistance. Locating their quarters, erecting a transfer circle, and guiding them into the ship's faithful domain sufficed. Inside awaited caretakers to assign dwellings, instruct on life there, and construct a temple.

Zhao Hai devised this temple concept. It housed myriad divine effigies: his own, Chang Jun's, and others'. Devotees prayed in the forecourt plaza, generating faith energy shared across idols. Currently, with sparse numbers, yields stayed modest. But as flocks swelled, faith production would burgeon accordingly.

Zhao Hai proposed the collective shrine to unify worship in the slave realm, averting divided allegiances.