Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8530: 507-victory _1

Yet, Zhao Hai possessed vast combat expertise. He promptly yelled, “Shen Ji, Ruo Shui 3000!” Then, he slashed with his blade. In that instant, myriads of dark fluid droplets abruptly obscured the heavens. The blazing sun above was eclipsed, not to mention that crimson orb.

The ambient heat normalized right away. Wen Butong shifted his strategy as well. The tome in his grasp flipped, and he bellowed, “Perhaps it’s a river crossing Gu!” Upon his utterance, innumerable golden runes abruptly morphed into a compact vessel and surged directly at Zhao Hai. Though the vessel was small, its velocity was astonishingly swift. The Ruo Shui 3000, spanning three thousand li, failed to impede it whatsoever. Simultaneously, the vessel bore a formidable presence, resembling a resolute fighter charging ahead. This presence stemmed from the Great Spirit's influence.

“Shen Ji, the Rolling Stones are like thunder!” Zhao Hai chuckled. With a flick of his blade, an enormous rock sphere smashed into the vessel. A deafening explosion echoed as the rock sphere and vessel clashed. The following instant saw both the rock sphere and vessel vanish. Zhao Hai then brandished his blade once more and intoned gravely, “Shen Ji, cloud piercing arrow!” Afterward, he executed the strike.

“In the Qin Zhang Liang Zui!” Wen Butong declared solemnly. As the words left his lips, the golden runes coalesced into a massive metallic thorn that hurtled toward Zhao Hai’s blade. Zhao Hai’s blade did not halt; it accelerated instead. Moments later, a thunderous crash resounded. The ebony blade gleam and the metallic thorn impacted. The blade gleam punctured the thorn clean through. Yet, after breaching it, the blade gleam had diminished considerably. Wen Butong effortlessly repelled the weakened gleam.

Zhao Hai pressed his assault further and cried out, “Shen Ji, Yin wind formation!” While shouting, he swept the blade in his grip. Innumerable dark gales abruptly materialized with his blade at their core and howled toward Wen Butong. These gales appeared to originate from the underworld. Everywhere they swept, they carried ghostly laments and divine wails.

Wen Butong snorted disdainfully, stood tall, and proclaimed, “There’s righteousness in the world!” With his shout, the golden radiance enveloping him amplified. A cluster of golden brilliance burst forth from within him. This brilliance gradually shaped into countless Qi groupings, encircling him protectively. The moment the yin wind encountered these Qi clusters, it dissipated like facing its bane.

But in that very instant, a dark ray of light erupted from amid the gales and arrowed straight for Wen Butong’s neck. Wen Butong hadn’t anticipated Zhao Hai embedding a blade art within the assault. By the time he noticed, the blade was already poised at his throat.

Prior to any response, the blade gleam had already transfixed his throat. The strike was incredibly swift, and Wen Butong identified it. It was the same divine secret cloud piercing arrow Zhao Hai had employed earlier. This time, however, Zhao Hai had executed it without announcing the name, striking covertly. Naturally, Wen Butong also grasped Zhao Hai’s genuine prowess. Zhao Hai’s real power shone when deploying this technique. Moreover, he could simultaneously unleash another. This feat was something Wen Butong had never imagined, let alone witnessed.

Even cultivators remained mortal. Normally, when executing one technique, they couldn’t launch another. They needed to conclude the first before initiating the next. This is what cultivators termed move transition. Upon transitioning, the prior technique would inevitably falter. After all, each technique carried its own intent and required mental harmony. Controlling one meant inability to command a second. Such limitations were unavoidable.

Zhao Hai stood apart, though. While employing one technique, its intent persisted, actively engaging the foe. He could already prepare the subsequent one. Furthermore, since he controlled both, he could even merge their execution. Such ability was exceedingly uncommon.

Certain formidable cultivators might achieve similar assaults, but that arose from profound mastery of a cultivation method, fusing two techniques into a single whole. Unlike Zhao Hai, who layered them at the critical juncture. Other cultivators integrated beforehand; this marked a core distinction.

Regrettably, Wen Butong’s realization came too late. His knowledge of Zhao Hai was insufficient. The same held for the rest. They remained oblivious to Zhao Hai’s array of biological brains, which aided in managing his intents. That enabled simultaneous technique deployment. In truth, he had accomplished this repeatedly in prior engagements.

Having slain Wen Butong, Zhao Hai exhaled deeply. He recognized Wen Butong and the Withered Leaf Master as the group’s mightiest. When he felled the Withered Leaf Master, the others barely reacted. One might say Zhao Hai had ambushed and eliminated the Withered Leaf Master during an unguarded moment.

Nevertheless, the duel with Wen Butong had consumed considerable time. Restricted from employing numerous methods, he relied solely on Shen Ji. Shen Ji proved highly effective, with endless variations amplifying his strikes. Zhao Hai also considered that, post-battle, both Wen Butong and the Withered Leaf Master likely possessed unique cultivation arts. These arts ought to offer him substantial benefits.

Still, contemplation could wait. Zhao Hai surveyed the surroundings and noted that, despite ongoing clashes, their side held the advantage. Among Island Lord-level confrontations, the adversaries hadn’t suffered defeats but gained no edge. In skirmishes below Island Lord tier, they dominated. Though outnumbered, the foes’ battle savvy and discipline paled in comparison. Consequently, the Bloodsucker Squad and Ghost Wind Squad had isolated them. The Divine Arms Battalion refrained from frontline charges, instead delivering rearward firepower. Their talisman papers and distant strikes contributed immensely. Additionally, the bronze figures spearheaded the lower-tier fray. The bronze figures’ might rendered them unstoppable against fellow cultivators.

Assessing the scene, Zhao Hai knew his next step. He flourished the dark blade and roared, “Kill!” As his command rang out, he lunged at the Blood River Sea’s Island Lord experts. His bellow startled everyone, drawing their gazes toward him.

Spotting Zhao Hai charging, they froze in shock. Then, their faces twisted. They hadn’t foreseen Zhao Hai escaping the trap. His encirclement had vanished. Clearly, Zhao Hai had triumphed. The surrounding foes were either slain or fled. In essence, Zhao Hai prevailed.

Witnessing this, the Blood River Sea contingent fell into disarray. Wen Butong, the Withered Leaf Master, and their peers formed their core. Now, all had vanished—dead or escaped. This crushed their spirits. Chaos ensued.

Conversely, the Blood Slaughter Sect’s vigor surged. All recognized Zhao Hai’s victory, igniting their fervor. Each fighter seemed invigorated, howling as they advanced. The Blood River Sea defenders couldn’t withstand this onslaught. Zhao Hai’s charge overwhelmed them further. Instantly, those Island Lord experts dispersed like startled fowl, scattering in flight.

The lower-tier cultivators, not yet Island Lords, promptly bolted. They had dreaded the combat already. Without the Island Lords’ ongoing battle, they would have fled sooner. They wouldn’t have lingered. Seeing the Island Lords escape, they naturally followed suit, dashing away swifter than hares.

Observing this, Zhao Hai commanded loudly and icily, “Divide into ten squads for pursuit. The Divine Arms Battalion remains to engage. Island Lord experts, coordinate as one. Avoid independent chases!” The group acknowledged with a unified shout and sprang into action. The lower ranks pursued in ten formations. The Island Lord experts clustered around Zhao Hai. Though they suffered losses in this clash, the enemies’ toll exceeded theirs. Moreover, victory was theirs. Henceforth, no rivals challenged them in the Blood River Sea.

With a mere thought, the bronze figure morphed into a compact vessel. Zhao Hai stated gravely, “Cleanse the battlefield swiftly, then assault the Blood River Sea. Annihilate them in minimal time and depart promptly. Proceed.” “Yes!” The assembly chorused and set to tasks. Zhao Hai, meanwhile, remained at the vessel’s prow, unmoving.

Though victorious, this clash illuminated Zhao Hai’s limits. Their current power sufficed only against such foes. Confronting the nine major sects’ forces would yield scant success. Even now, he could at best match the Bloody Slaughter Sect’s six elders. Far surpassing average Island Lords, he still lagged behind peak powerhouses.

Employing every trick, including the God-slaying Saber and Blood Slaughter Saber, would let him vie with Blood Sea Realm’s elite. Yet, Zhao Hai understood the peril: such exposure would brand him the realm’s foe. After all, the Bloody Slaughter Sect’s fall involved nearly all sects hunting its remnants. They bore enmity toward the sect, which was notoriously retaliatory. Should they learn of Zhao Hai’s ties to the Bloody Slaughter Sect, they’d pursue eradication ruthlessly to preempt threats. Thus, Zhao Hai’s group must tread warily, shunning outright clashes with the nine major sects for now.