Daqian Martial Saint

SPLASH~

The Blood Pool churned without end, like an enraged behemoth. Vast quantities of blood formed into towering waves that swept upward, blotting out the sky. As the Sea of Blood roiled, its waves carried a thick stench of blood and death—an aura so chilling it felt as if it could freeze the very soul.

HUMMM~

The Blood Fiend contained within the water wrapped around the Profound Ice Divine Needle like invisible demonic claws. The faint blue light on the Divine Needle trembled violently, as if letting out a series of shrill wails filled with endless despair.

As the blood rained down like a torrential storm, an imposing figure slowly emerged. It carried a monstrous Blood Fiend aura, like a Demon God returned from hell.

“Die!” A deep, heavy voice, like an ancient demonic chant, echoed through the space.

WHOOSH!

The instant the voice sounded, the imposing, blood-colored figure had already appeared before Gu Qingchan.

“The True Body of Ten Thousand Demons!” A look of utter disbelief appeared on Gu Qingchan’s face.

The Supreme Divine Skill, the Ten Thousand Demons Body Forging Technique!

The Ten Thousand Demons Sect had run rampant for many years, possessing incredibly deep foundations. The Ten Thousand Demons Body Forging Technique was its renowned Sect’s Sacred Skill.

To forge a True Body with the Ten Thousand Demon Blood Fiend! Such is the Ten Thousand Demons Body Forging Technique!

Cultivating the Ten Thousand Demons Body Forging Technique to the Perfection Realm allowed one to activate the Divine Skill and transform into the True Body of Ten Thousand Demons.

HUMMM~ HUMMM~ HUMMM~

In an instant, the Ice Lotus Treasure Lamp protecting Gu Qingchan flared with brilliant light. Its lotus petals spun, blocking the attacks of the imposing figure.

‘What is that thing!?’ A hint of shock crossed Chen Ping’an’s face.

The blood-colored figure was a full eighteen feet tall, its body wreathed in a dense, crimson mist. Every inch of its skin seemed soaked in blood, exuding an ancient, evil, and imposing aura. The surface of its body was covered in dense, blood-red patterns. Resembling ancient totems or curses born of blood, these patterns flickered with an eerie light.

Within the swirling blood mist, the lines of its muscles were faintly visible, revealing a primal savagery and power. It was as if every single muscle contained enough terrifying force to shatter mountains and rivers.

Its face was twisted and ferocious, its eyes glinting with madness and bloodlust, inspiring involuntary fear and despair in all who looked upon it.

Chen Ping’an’s thoughts raced, and within a single breath, he recognized the origin of this Cultivation Technique.

‘The Eighteen-foot Demon Body… the True Body of Ten Thousand Demons!’

‘This malevolent aura and imposing presence far surpass my Golden Body Unbreakable. This is the gap between a Supreme Divine Skill and a Top Divine Skill. It’s a disparity that can’t be bridged, no matter how perfectly one cultivates their own Divine Skill.’

Gu Qingchan’s hair cascaded like a waterfall, her gown swaying. A faint, crystalline light emerged behind her, and she was surrounded by motes of light that resembled flower petals.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The Treasure Lamp’s lotus petals spun, flashing with blue light as they clashed violently with the old man in his True Body of Ten Thousand Demons form.

Before the eighteen-foot Demon Body, Gu Qingchan looked impossibly petite. Her movements were light and agile as she tried to put distance between them, but she was hopelessly entangled and trapped in place.

“I’ll shatter your Profound Lady Realm!” A crazed, bloodthirsty roar tore through the air as a giant hand, large enough to blot out the sky, came crashing down.

BOOM!

The next moment, the Treasure Lamp let out a sorrowful cry as its light dimmed. The petal-like motes of light surrounding Gu Qingchan were utterly annihilated by the destructive force, vanishing into nothingness.

“Profound Moon!”

Gu Qingchan’s expression was serene as she uttered the words. A faint, spectral blue light flickered deep in her eyes as a powerful wave of mental energy erupted. It was like an Ice Blade coated in Frost, carrying the intent of a Soul Slash, and it shot instantly between the old man’s eyebrows.

“AH! A Divine Intent Soul Slash! Damn you!” the old man roared in agony. He looked completely crazed as the blood mist around him surged violently.

BOOM!

The light around Gu Qingchan dimmed. Sent flying by the immense impact, she was like a kite with a severed string. She traced a long arc through the air before crashing heavily onto the distant ground.