Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8682: Sword array (1)

The laughter abruptly ceased. Lord Beiwei fixed Zhao Hai with a cold gaze, his voice deepening as he spoke, "While I find you quite intriguing, I must confess I do not favor those more arrogant than myself. Your previous statements further displease me. Therefore, I have resolved to end your life. Simultaneously, I shall utterly annihilate your Blood Slaughter Sect, leaving not a single dog nor blade of grass behind. What are your thoughts on this?"

Zhao Hai met the Beiwei Lord’s stare, responding in a deep tone, "There is little to say. Innumerable individuals have sought to destroy the Blood Slaughter Sect, yet none have succeeded, not even the Almighty beings from the higher realms. Countless have desired my demise, but I still stand. Many dislike us, but what consequence does that have? They can only watch us, and ultimately, they will be the ones destroyed, one by one. You are not the first to utter such words, nor will you be the last. However, I can assure you that our Blood Slaughter Sect will endure eternally. Should we continue to exist within the Blood Sea Realm, we shall ascend to become the foremost sect, instilling fear in all adversaries, yourself included!"

As Zhao Hai spoke, his countenance remained serene. Yet, his words ignited fury within the Prince of Beiwei and set the hearts of all Blood Slaughter Sect disciples ablaze with an unexampled pride. It was the pride of belonging to the Blood Slaughter Sect and the immense honor of standing beside Zhao Hai in battle.

"Hahahaha, excellent, truly excellent! To be candid, were you not my adversary, I would hold you in high regard. Alas, as an enemy, your death is assured. Now, I possess an even greater reason to obliterate the Blood Slaughter Sect. Because I admire you, I shall ensure the entire sect perishes alongside you. What say you to that?" The Beiwei Lord’s laughter boomed once more.

Zhao Hai regarded the Beiwei Lord, his voice resonating, "I shall stand right here. If you possess the might, come and face me. Oh, right, I nearly forgot to show you something. Do you recognize this?" As he spoke, Zhao Hai casually produced a weapon. It was a crimson, thick-backed greatsword. Visually, it appeared exceedingly unremarkable, its blade etched with numerous cracks, as if it had been shattered at some point. Furthermore, the entire blade was dull. If this weapon were discarded on the street, not a single soul would cast a second glance; at best, they might mistake it for a piece of scrap metal.

However, upon glimpsing the blade, certain senior disciples of the Blood Slaughter Sect visibly shuddered, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. They recognized this weapon. It was a sight they were far too familiar with – the Blood Slaughter Blade, the sect’s most formidable magic treasure.

They had resigned themselves to never witnessing the Blood Slaughter Blade again, believing it lost forever, perhaps shattered and destroyed much like the Blood Slaughter Sect of old. Now, here it was, in Zhao Hai’s hands, directly before their eyes. How could they not be overcome with emotion?

The Blood Slaughter Blade was more than just a saber; it was the very weapon wielded by the founding master of the Blood Slaughter Sect. It had perpetually been the sect’s most treasured possession, a magic treasure that had seen the sect through countless perils. It served as a testament to the Blood Slaughter Sect’s defiance against the mighty beings from the upper realm, embodying the sect's unyielding spirit. Its reappearance before them now filled them with immeasurable joy and excitement.

With a gentle caress of the Blood Slaughter Saber, Zhao Hai declared in a deep voice, "This is the treasured Blood Slaughter Saber of our Blood Slaughter Sect. During the last conflict between our sect and a mighty figure from the upper realm, this saber was shattered. It was later that I discovered it and gathered all its fragments. My initial intention was to reforge it, but I then sensed a will within its remaining form – a will of unyielding dissatisfaction. It was the collective will of our seniors from the Blood Slaughter Sect, who sacrificed their lives and blood. I infused my own will into this saber, thus refraining from remaking it and allowing it to retain its current appearance. However, I did make some additions. Upon obtaining this saber, I vowed that one day, I would brandish it once more within the Blood Sea Realm. I wanted everyone there to know that the Blood Slaughter Sect and its saber still endured. It was simply that our adversaries were too feeble, denying me the opportunity to wield the Blood Slaughter Saber. But now... I believe the time has come. Allowing it to strike down your Shadow Realm foes should yield greater satisfaction than having it claim lives in the Blood Sea Realm, wouldn't you agree, Lord Beiwei?"

As Zhao Hai spoke, the Blood Slaughter Saber trembled slightly. A boundless killing intent then erupted from within it, rapidly coalescing into a crimson mass. This killing intent enveloped Zhao Hai's followers, imbuing them with an unprecedented surge of strength. Simultaneously, it ignited their fury while instilling a profound sense of calm. This peculiar paradox left everyone feeling invigorated, as if their spirits had ascended, observing the unfolding events with detached clarity, even amidst the swirling bloodlust.

Lord Beiwei's expression turned grim as he regarded Zhao Hai. After a significant pause, he retorted, "Good, very good. You truly don't believe this saber can halt our advance, do you? Mark my words, you will perish today, and your Blood Slaughter Sect will be utterly annihilated. I always keep my promises."

A smile graced Zhao Hai's lips as he moved. The Alien King materialized beside him, and he effortlessly mounted its back. His cultivators, fully prepared, followed suit, ascending their own mounts. Zhao Hai gazed at Lord Beiwei and declared, "Indeed. I am eager to witness if you possess the might to destroy the Blood Slaughter Sect and claim my life." With his words, he raised the Blood Slaughter Saber high and bellowed, "Kill!"

"Let's move!" Responding to his command, Alien 5, which Zhao Hai rode, issued a long hiss and charged forward, the other cultivators close behind. Vines from the Spirit Array Island unfurled, lashing out at the approaching Shadow Realm army.

Lord Beiwei had clearly anticipated this maneuver. Witnessing Zhao Hai and his forces advance, he let out a cold snort. With a subtle gesture, he retreated into the hall, and the previously dormant gray fog stirred. Transforming into countless colossal hands, it lunged towards the flailing vines.

As Lord Beiwei acted, the Shadow Realm army surged forward, converging on Zhao Hai. Shadow generals astride monstrous pythons also advanced, with some even targeting Zhao Hai directly. Notably, these particular generals rode majestic flood dragons instead of pythons.

A smile bloomed on Zhao Hai's face at this sight. He stated in a deep tone, "This is most intriguing. I wish to gauge your true strength. Kill!" As he spoke, he swept the Blood Slaughter Saber before him. The saber suddenly erupted, giving rise to a vast illusory formation. Within this formation stood numerous bronze figures, four arranged back-to-back, each wielding a long blade. These figures then began to spin, their blades whistling through the air.

This was the renowned Seamless Saber Array, a formidable illusionary technique derived from Zhao Hai's Shenji techniques. It masterfully blended array formations and trap artistry, proving exceptionally potent in group combat. The current iteration of the Seamless Saber Array, however, was distinct from previous ones. Previously a mere set of skills, it was now amplified by the incorporation of the Blood Slaughter Saber, lending it immense power.

Spanning approximately ten miles in length and two miles in width, this flawless saber array ensnared the advancing forces from the Shadow Realm. Upon entering its boundaries, the bronze figures within the formation immediately unsheathed their long knives and commenced their deadly dance.

Many from the Shadow Realm were swiftly assailed. Initially, they paid it little mind, some dissolving into mist. However, they soon realized their grave error. The flawless saber array was a confluence of various energies. Beyond the potent killing intent of the blood-killing sabers, these energies proved lethally effective against them. Moreover, the array operated with astonishing speed. Once they transformed into mist, they were horrified to discover that the moment they tried to regain a physical form, they were instantly struck by other blades. This time, they lacked even the opportunity to dissipate into mist. The swift and brutal elimination of many by the flawless saber array sent shockwaves through the Shadow Realm forces.

The formidable shadow generals who had breached the formation emerged and advanced directly towards Zhao Hai. Witnessing their approach, Zhao Hai couldn't help but smile. "Interesting, once more!" he declared, unleashing another saber strike. He held only a portion of his saber, the majority of the blood-killing saber's blade having already been integrated into the array.

Nevertheless, his swing produced an immense wave of saber Qi. This Qi, a deep crimson hue, radiated an overwhelming bloody aura, as if the saber had been drawn from a pool of blood within the deepest depths of hell. The sheer, oppressive murderous intent would have been enough to send a weaker soul fleeing in terror from a great distance.

The expressions of the shadow generals contorted upon perceiving Zhao Hai's impending strike. They were not insignificant opponents and were fully aware of the destructive power of Zhao Hai's saber. Recognizing their inability to withstand the oncoming assault, their faces paled, and they retreated back into the sanctuary of the flawless saber array.

However, the instant they retreated, the saber Qi unleashed by Zhao Hai vanished as though it had never existed. The shadow generals' faces shifted once again. They suspected Zhao Hai had employed a feint, deliberately luring them back into the very formation they sought refuge within.