Chapter 38: The Might of the Sacred Artifact

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Chapter 38: The Might of a Sacred Weapon

Whoosh!

A gigantic purple hand blotted out the sky and earth, sweeping toward them with a thunderous roar.

Xia Xiaoliang found it difficult to breathe. At that moment, the blood within her body seemed to be stirred by some unseen force and began surging violently. Even the fair skin of her body rippled like water.

How terrifying was a Void Spirit Realm expert!

She was horrified. This was the first time she had ever faced such a powerhouse directly, and it felt as though she were standing before the vast and glorious heavens themselves.

“Break!”

Facing the attack of the Fu Family Ancestor, Chen Ping’an gave a cold laugh and uttered a single word.

That one word carried the power of the Lion’s Roar Mantra.

The Fu Family Ancestor’s movements stiffened slightly. Around the altar, the Fu Family’s senior members trembled in terror; one of them even sank weakly to his knees.

Buzz!

A streak of blood-colored light cleaved through heaven and earth, unstoppable in its might.

The enormous purple hand was split in two.

“You old fool. With such paltry abilities, you still dare covet my sacred sword?”

A mocking smile appeared in Chen Ping’an’s eyes.

The Blood-Devouring Demon Sword was a supreme-grade sacred weapon, even more powerful than the God-Slaying Stone. As the system’s host, he could wield the sacred weapon perfectly and unleash its full might.

Moreover, he cultivated the Nine Heavens Immortal-Demon Formula from the Immortal Realm, a technique of incomparable power. Combined with his Innate Sacred Physique Dao Seed, this gave Chen Ping’an the ability to fight opponents above his own level with ease.

Therefore, he had never taken a mere first-level Void Spirit Realm expert like the Fu Family Ancestor seriously.

After the purple hand formed from divine power was severed, the Fu Family Ancestor did not grow angry. Instead, he was delighted, and his desire for that supreme sacred weapon grew even stronger.

“Purple Blood Origin-Returning Art!”

With a furious shout, the purple spirit serpent in midair returned to his body. His hair turned purple and stood on end, while his purple robes billowed outward. A powerful aura surged forth like a raging tide.

A layer of purple blood-colored radiance spread across his entire body, as though it had clad him in purple armor.

“Die!”

The purple blood filling the sky transformed into countless drops of blood, pouring down like a deluge.

“Excellent! Come on!”

Chen Ping’an threw his head back and laughed, his voice causing the void to tremble.

He could feel the excitement radiating from the Blood-Devouring Demon Sword in his hand. Raising it high, he poured his spiritual power into it without end.

Buzz!

The Blood-Devouring Demon Sword blazed with light. Its blood-colored radiance surged upward like an ocean in reverse, instantly swallowing the purple blood that filled the sky.

The bloody light did not lose its momentum.

With a howl, it surrounded the Fu Family Ancestor.

The instant the purple blood was devoured, the Fu Family Ancestor’s expression changed drastically. His entire body felt as though his blood were being drained away. He let out a hysterical roar, shot into the air, and struck out with both palms, producing countless palm seals.

The purple palm seals were as heavy as mountains. Layer upon layer, they descended with crushing force.

Puff, puff...

Every attack failed. The moment they entered the blood-colored ocean, they vanished without a trace.

At the same time, the Fu Family Ancestor grew weaker and weaker.

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“How is this possible?”

For the first time, terror appeared in his eyes. In despair, the Fu Family Ancestor realized that this sword possessed the ability to absorb blood, perfectly countering the Purple Blood Origin-Returning Art that he had mastered.

Whoosh!

The blood-colored ocean rose like furious waves and mercilessly engulfed the Fu Family Ancestor.

The Blood-Devouring Demon Sword breathed rapidly, continuously drawing the purple blood from within his body into the blade.

After only a few breaths, the Fu Family Ancestor had been reduced to a withered husk, hovering on the brink of death.

“That’s enough.”

Chen Ping’an gave the sword a slight shake and issued a command with his mind.

The Blood-Devouring Demon Sword reluctantly withdrew its radiance.

Bang!

The Fu Family Ancestor’s body was utterly limp with weakness as he collapsed onto the altar. He stared wide-eyed at Chen Ping’an, gasping for breath, his heart filled with despair.

The sword in Hongying’s former boyfriend’s hand was far too sinister. Even his Purple Blood Origin-Returning Art had been completely suppressed!

“Ancestor, your sword is incredibly powerful...” Xia Xiaoliang finally came to her senses and hurriedly ate a steamed bun to calm herself.

This was also the first time she had witnessed a sacred weapon unleash its might.

It was truly terrifying.

The Ancestor had barely moved at all. Merely by relying on a sacred weapon, he had defeated a Void Spirit Realm expert.

Thud!

Thud!

After Fu Cangyun was the first to kneel, the remaining senior members of the Fu Family all followed suit.

They had just witnessed a terrifying battle. The Fu Family Ancestor, whom they had always regarded as their pride, had been completely helpless before this man’s sinister blood-colored sword.

Fu Cangyun swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice, “Young friend, surely we can discuss this. You came for Hongying, didn’t you? My Fu Family will not stop you. We sincerely wish for you and the one you love to be united.”

“Isn’t it a little late for that?”

Chen Ping’an smiled faintly. He slowly walked over to Fu Cangyun, then reached out with the blood-colored sword and tapped his pale, bloodless face.

Smack! Smack!

The sound rang out crisply.

“Young friend, our Ancestor specifically demanded to absorb the purple blood within Hongying’s body. We juniors truly had no way to stop him!” Fu Cangyun hurriedly explained.

“Yes, young friend, please show mercy...” a middle-aged man pleaded.

Chen Ping’an ignored the members of the Fu Family and turned to walk toward their Ancestor.

“Why did you choose Fu Hongying?”

“She... has the highest concentration... of purple blood... within her body,” the Fu Family Ancestor said between labored breaths. Even speaking was difficult for him.

Chen Ping’an nodded silently, his gaze drifting to the purple robe.

“What is the emblem on your chest?”

“This is...” The Fu Family Ancestor hesitated, as though he had some deep scruples.

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Chen Ping’an sneered.

“Speak. If you do, you may still live. Otherwise, I can kill you with one stroke and still investigate which faction this emblem represents.”

The Fu Family Ancestor fell silent.

He closed his eyes, weighing whether he should reveal the secret he carried.

Chen Ping’an turned to Fu Cangyun and asked calmly, “The Purple Blood Origin-Returning Art should not be your Fu Family’s ancestral technique, should it?”

Fu Cangyun hurriedly shook his head.

Chen Ping’an nodded.

This perfectly matched his guess. The Fu Family Ancestor had most likely learned the Purple Blood Origin-Returning Art after joining some faction.

He had then passed it down to the members of the Fu Family.

Everyone cultivated it, and at fixed intervals they selected the person with the highest concentration of purple blood, draining that person completely to aid the Ancestor’s cultivation.

“Time’s up. I’ve already given you your chance.”

Chen Ping’an swung his sword at the Fu Family Ancestor.

“I’ll tell you!”

At the critical moment, the Fu Family Ancestor shouted with all his remaining strength.

The sword beam stopped.

Chen Ping’an withdrew his sword, a smile spreading across his face. In a lazy tone, he said, “Go on...”

The Fu Family Ancestor sighed.

“I joined the Purple Blood Divine Cult. This purple robe is the exclusive attire of its disciples.”

The Purple Blood Divine Cult?

Chen Ping’an was taken aback. “Xiaoliang, have you ever heard of it?”

“Ancestor, I haven’t. What kind of faction is it?” Xia Xiaoliang shook her head.

“What is that emblem?”

Chen Ping’an’s gaze fell once more upon the strange, purple, wormlike symbol. He asked in a solemn voice, “By instinct, I feel that this emblem is far from ordinary.”

The Fu Family Ancestor answered honestly, “It depicts a leech. The Purple Blood Divine Cult uses the leech as its totem.”

A leech?

Almost everyone in the underground palace was stunned.

Throughout the entire Wilds, no one had ever heard of a faction that used a leech as its totem.

Holding a steamed bun, Xia Xiaoliang hopped over to the Fu Family Ancestor and asked with a bright smile, “Your Purple Blood Divine Cult sounds so interesting. You use a leech as your totem. Is there some profound meaning behind it?”

The Fu Family Ancestor shook his head.

“Tell me, and I’ll give you a steamed bun.”

With an utterly serious expression, Xia Xiaoliang held out a steamed bun.

“I don’t know,” the Fu Family Ancestor replied helplessly, his eyes fixed longingly on the bun.

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