Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8600: 577 kill _1

Capítulo 8600: Chapter 577 kill _1

Over recent years, the quickest advancement within the small boat's space hadn't been in personal power levels. True, more than two thousand Island Master-level powerhouses now filled that space—a truly swift expansion—but array and mechanism techniques had surged ahead even more rapidly.

No other sect emphasized the art of formations and mechanisms as heavily as Zhao Hai's group. The Divine Arms Battalion never joined any fights, dedicating themselves entirely to formation and mechanism research. As a result, the Bloody Massacre Sect brimmed with bizarre gadgets. For instance, hurling a fist-sized metal orb transformed it into a nimble mechanical beast nearly a pace in height, capable of battling alongside you or handling tasks with remarkable agility.

The Bloody Massacre Sect overflowed with such compact wonders, all familiar to Zhao Hai. The Divine Arms Battalion's pursuits might appear trivial at first glance, yet tackling those challenges unlocked vital breakthroughs. Combining them eventually yielded devastating weapons. That's why Zhao Hai always backed their innovative experiments wholeheartedly.

Thanks to this focus, Zhao Hai and his allies never ran short on useful tools. The array he gripped was merely one example—nothing extraordinary. Within the Bloody Massacre Sect, it wouldn't even rank among the top-tier ones.

Moments later, the barrier array's glow shimmered before merging seamlessly into the island's protective shield. Zhao Hai slipped inside the island's defensive array, blending into the ground. Meanwhile, fellow Bloody Massacre Sect members surfaced quietly across the island, poised for the go-ahead signal.

By now, Zhao Hai had planted the array in a secluded island spot. He burrowed underground, making straight for Jing Changtian's dwelling. Soon enough, he discovered Jing Changtian wide awake, deep in talks with several others. A few looked like trusted aides, while the rest lounged with haughty airs, clad in lavish robes—unlike the Yin Ghost Sect's all-black attire. Clearly, they hailed from the Yin Yang Sect.

Zhao Hai's form faded silently into the earth. In the blink of an eye, he materialized in the room's shadows, utterly undetectable—no noise, no energy ripples. Scanning the room, his gaze locked onto Jing Changtian.

Jing Changtian's form shimmered nearly transparent, ghost-like in truth, yet all hung on his words. He was Zhao Hai's mark, but no murderous glint betrayed Zhao Hai's eyes. With everyone's attention fixed on Jing Changtian, the man remained oblivious. Zhao Hai intended his death, yet revealed no killing aura.

Right as Jing Changtian outlined plans to strike Yama Ling and his group amid heated discussions, a pitch-black longsword lunged at him out of nowhere. The strike caught everyone off guard—no one suspected a hidden assailant in their midst.

Jing Changtian reacted swiftest, his body dissolving into a trail of pale mist. Yet the longsword sliced right through that mist with a sharp 'chi'—like tearing fabric. Black radiance erupted from the blade, followed by a piercing wail. Instantly, Jing Changtian's figure rematerialized impaled on the sword.

Incredulity filled his stare at the ebony blade and its wielder, as if yanked from another realm. The sword hadn't claimed his throat but speared his chest, straight through the heart. Escape had been possible, but the blade's overwhelming speed and power overwhelmed him. Despite his evasion arts, the sword's intent perfectly countered his techniques.

Jing Changtian's signature art, the Sky Covering Ghost Shadow Skill, embodied pure ghost Dao cultivation. It let him phase into void-like intangibility. Mastered fully, one toggled effortlessly between ghostly ether and solid flesh—evading strikes as mist, then condensing to strike solidly, blurring illusion and reality at will.

Yet against Zhao Hai, this method proved his doom. The sword bore Void Sword Intent, mirroring his own shifts between tangible and ethereal. Zhao Hai had tailored this very technique upon learning of Jing Changtian's style, crafting his guaranteed kill strike.

The blow landed perfectly, shattering Jing Changtian's heart. But the foe was no weakling; even mortally wounded, a cultivator's vitality raged on. Desperate for vengeance before oblivion, he spun to counterattack Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai dissolved into smoke, his longsword vanishing. He reformed behind Jing Changtian in a flash, driving the blade rearward to skewer neck from front to back. Sword intent exploded, ravaging the body within. Jing Changtian convulsed, life extinguished.

Zhao Hai rematerialized, eyeing the room's occupants with a laugh. "Hahaha, you think trash like you can touch my Dark Ghost Sect? Ignorant fools! Today, feel the wrath of the Dark Ghost Sect!" He flicked his wrist, unleashing a light beam, then burst from the room. Activating the barrier array, the island's shield vanished. Bloody Massacre Sect ambushers swarmed ashore. Zhao Hai, black sword gleaming, charged the room's Yin Yang Sect guests and Jing Changtian's loyalists.

Initially, Jing Changtian's lackeys and Yin Yang Sect members froze in confusion. Zhao Hai felled their leader in just two strokes; only his mocking laughter snapped them awake. Eyes blazing fury, they bellowed and lunged at him. Leaderless doom loomed—they burned to slay Zhao Hai first.

Yet post-signal, Zhao Hai met their rush blade-first. His fluid motions and unpredictable strikes let none graze him. Barely ten exchanges in, Bloody Massacre Sect reinforcements arrived. The island held maybe twenty to thirty elites—not hundreds. Zhao Hai's force numbered a hundred Island Lord-level masters, overwhelming them swiftly. Battle erupted centrally between the hundred invaders and three dozen defenders.

The island's top Island Masters crumbled in spirit. With Jing Changtian's corpse glaringly present, what fight remained? Besieged by a hundred Bloody Massacre Sect Island Masters, their will shattered—they yearned only to flee solo.

Had Jing Changtian lived, unified orders might have carved an escape. But now, chaos reigned. Scattered flights lacked coordination, dooming them against the Bloody Massacre Sect's net. Within four hours, every Island Lord lay slain.

Lesser island experts ached to intervene but lacked the might. Bloody Massacre Sect fighters wielded battle formations expertly, tying up the Island Lords. Onlookers hesitated to join, forced to witness the extermination.

Once Island Lord-level threats fell, morale collapsed entirely. They bolted in panic. Jing Changtian dead, elites gone—what point in lingering? Flight was survival.

Off-island Bloody Massacre Sect forces sprang into pursuit of escapees. They held back earlier to avoid a full Shadow Island clash's heavy toll. This was a precise decapitation strike, not a siege.

Outer Bloody Massacre Sect disciples pursued only after the rout began. Zhao Hai soon recalled them. Checking other fronts, fights raged on but favorably—the prime targets were down, mopping up underway. Reception teams offshore integrated smoothly; victory neared.