The battlefield trembled under the pressure of the Slaughter Sword Domain.
The crimson aura thickened around Xu Yuan, pressing down on him from every direction. Even the poisonous energy of his Bloodscale Centipede martial soul struggled to spread within that suffocating field.
Across from him, Wang Yan stepped forward again.
The Demon Roaring Sword in his hand began to resonate with a deep metallic roar, as if responding to the killing intent flooding the battlefield.
Xu Yuan felt it immediately. A terrifying pressure locked onto him.
Without hesitation, he pushed his soul power to its limit. The massive centipede phantom behind him twisted violently, releasing waves of corrosive poison in an attempt to resist the crushing aura of the domain.
But Wang Yan had already moved. The Demon Roaring Sword swept downward. A vast arc of crimson sword light cut across the battlefield like a falling star.
Boom!
The attack struck Xu Yuan head-on. For a brief moment, he managed to resist.
His poison surged upward to meet the descending sword strike, forming a defensive barrier around him.
But the next instant— That defense shattered.
The overwhelming force of the sword tore straight through his protection. The strike slashed deeply across his chest, the terrifying sword intent ripping through his body.
Xu Yuan staggered violently. Blood burst from his mouth as he was forced several steps backward. The wound burned with sharp sword energy, making it difficult for him even to steady his breathing.
But Wang Yan did not stop. The Demon Roaring Sword rose again. This time the aura surrounding it became even heavier.
The crimson energy of the Slaughter Sword Domain gathered toward the sword, condensing into a single terrifying strike.
Xu Yuan's pupils shrank. He understood instantly—
He could not withstand the next attack. The sword descended again.
At that very moment, Xu Yuan's eyes turned ruthless.
Without the slightest hesitation, he reached out and dragged someone forward. The remaining Soul Saint, who had been fighting Liu Ming and Chen Yu, was suddenly pulled violently into the path of the incoming strike.
The man barely had time to react.
"Patriarch—!"
His voice had just begun to rise—
Then the sword fell. The crimson strike passed straight through him. There was no resistance. The power of the Demon Roaring Sword split his body apart instantly.
Blood scattered across the battlefield as the Soul Saint collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
Behind him— Xu Yuan survived.
The body of the sacrificed Soul Saint crashed heavily onto the ground, lifeless.
For a brief moment, the battlefield fell silent, only one enemy remained. Xu Yuan.
The Bloodscale Clan Patriarch stood alone, his chest still bleeding from Wang Yan's earlier strike. The oppressive crimson aura of the domain pressed down on him relentlessly, restricting both his movement and the spread of his poisonous energy.
Across from him stood Wang Yan, the Demon Roaring Sword still radiating a terrifying killing intent.
On the two sides, Chen Yu and Liu Ming slowly closed in as well.
The three of them formed a natural blockade. Xu Yuan's eyes swept across the battlefield. Every direction was sealed. His breathing became rough. Without warning, he suddenly moved.
Poisonous aura burst from his body as he attempted to break out of the domain with sheer force, rushing toward the edge of the battlefield in a desperate attempt to escape.
But he had barely moved a few steps—
When Liu Ming's spear shot forward forcing him back.
At the same moment, Chen Yu's Wind Wolf phantom lunged from the other side, cutting off his path.
And directly ahead of him— Wang Yan stood unmoving.
The Demon Roaring Sword slowly lifted.
Xu Yuan stopped. The realization finally settled in. There was no escape. His expression twisted slightly.
If he stayed here any longer, death was certain. A dangerous madness slowly appeared in his eyes.
"Since that's the case…"
His aura suddenly began to surge violently.
Poisonous energy erupted from his body in chaotic waves as his soul power started to fluctuate uncontrollably.
"If I'm going to die.....Then all of you will die with me."
The violent fluctuations grew stronger and stronger. Xu Yuan had begun to detonate his own soul power.
The air trembled as the terrifying energy gathered inside his body, preparing to explode in a devastating self-destruction.
But just as the energy reached its peak—
Several powerful auras suddenly rushed onto the battlefield.
Two figures appeared first. Both were Soul Saints, their cultivation around Level 75 and Level 73.
Behind them followed four more figures—Soul Emperors between Level 67 and Level 69.
Members of the Bloodscale Clan.
Without hesitation, the two Soul Saints rushed straight toward Xu Yuan. "Patriarch!"
The two Soul Saints grabbed Xu Yuan and immediately began pulling him away from the battlefield.
Behind them, the four Soul Emperors rushed forward without hesitation, releasing their martial souls and forming a temporary barrier to block Wang Yan, Liu Ming, and Chen Yu.
Their purpose was clear, Delay. Even a few breaths would be enough for the Patriarch to escape.
Seeing this, Wang Yan's gaze instantly sharpened.
The Demon Roaring Sword rose again as he stepped forward, crimson sword intent gathering rapidly.
Liu Ming moved as well, his spear flashing forward to break through the defensive line, while Chen Yu pushed his body to follow despite the poison already corroding his blood.
But in that brief moment of chaos— Xu Yuan's eyes swept across the battlefield. He saw the crimson domain.
He saw Wang Yan advancing with terrifying killing intent.
He saw Liu Ming breaking through the blockade.
And then his gaze stopped on Chen Yu. The poison inside Chen Yu's body was already showing signs. His movements had slowed slightly, and the faint discoloration spreading along his skin could not escape Xu Yuan's eyes.
A cruel expression slowly appeared on the Patriarch's face.
If he could not kill them all today…Then at least one of them would die here.
Suddenly, Xu Yuan moved.
Using the force of the two Soul Saints pulling him backward, he twisted his body and burst forward with the last of his strength.
His movement was sudden and vicious. Before anyone could react—
He appeared directly behind Chen Yu. Everything happened in a heartbeat.
Chen Yu had just forced one of the Soul Emperors back when a chilling killing intent exploded behind him.
His instincts screamed. But his poisoned body reacted a moment too slow.
Xu Yuan's arm shot forward like a venomous spear.
Thud.
His hand pierced straight through Chen Yu's back. The strike carried the terrifying poison of the Bloodscale Clan, venom that corroded flesh and blood alike.
Xu Yuan's hand burst out through Chen Yu's chest, soaked in dark crimson blood. For a brief second, time seemed to freeze.
Chen Yu's body stiffened as unbearable pain and corrosive poison surged through his veins.
Xu Yuan leaned close behind him, his voice cold and filled with hatred.
"Just wait....I'll send all your friends to meet you soon."
Then he tore his arm out violently.
Blood sprayed across the shattered ground as the poisonous energy surged even deeper into Chen Yu's body.
Chen Yu staggered forward. His vision blurred. The strength in his legs vanished completely.
A moment later—
He collapsed heavily onto the battlefield.
End of chapter.