Xiangyue Summit.

The onlookers' gazes were fervent as they looked up at the Fire Dragon in the sky, a beast as massive as a mountain range, each silently praying in their hearts.

The Fire Dragon soared through the heavens, bringing clouds and rain in its wake that swiftly enveloped the entire sky over Henghai. That weather was a manifestation of the Fire Dragon's own demonic power, which contained the full medicinal efficacy of the God Blood Golden Pill.

Suddenly, within the churning sea of clouds, an unimaginably vast "eye" slowly opened. It was like the eye of a deity, observing the suffering of the mortal world. As the eye opened, a teardrop silently fell, bursting above the firmament and transforming into an endless downpour.

「Atop the Construct Wood.」

Luo Hao looked up at the immense dragon, barely visible within the dark clouds, his expression gradually darkening.

"A descendant of Chu Yiguan?" he scoffed. "Hah, a mere little Fire Dragon dares to stir the seas and overturn the rivers?"

In a short span of time, the rain formed from the Divine Tear had covered the entire Henghai Province. All beings bathed in the downpour had the Shu Poison within them expelled and drawn out, which transformed into a purple mist that rose toward the sky. Gradually, the purple mist gathered to form a sea of purple clouds in the sky over Henghai.

Luo Hao looked up at the cloud sea, the corners of his lips curving slightly upward. He did not pay it much heed, for he believed that as long as they were within the Forbidden Heavenly Barrier, the Shu Poison would never dissipate. Even if this rain of pills now eradicated the Shu Poison within all beings, once the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed, the countless creatures within Henghai Province would still be infected by the Shu Poison again.

However, the only thing currently troubling Luo Hao was that the blood sacrifice had stopped. The hourglass he had brought out before had ceased flowing, with just a little bit left to go.

As time passed, just as Luo Hao was contemplating how to resume the blood sacrifice, the purple sea of clouds suddenly began to contract rapidly, as if it was being devoured by some mysterious force.

"How is this possible?"

Luo Hao instantly became anxious and wanted to ascend to stop it. But at this moment, the blood chains linking him and Luo Xiu held him fast, and he could not break free.

「High in the sky, ten thousand meters up.」

Zhang Yi sat cross-legged atop the Fire Dragon's head, her hands joined together. Her long hair fluttered about, and her snow-white skin was covered in mysterious, bright purple Spirit Martial Markings. She was as pale as paper, with blood gushing from her nostrils and the corners of her mouth, yet she clenched her jaw and persisted.

Only when the last trace of the Shu Poison entered the Fire Dragon's body and was completely sealed by the Spirit Martial Markings did she let out a long sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness, it's finally taken care of..."

「Atop the Construct Wood.」

After a brief moment of thought, Luo Hao suddenly leaped down from the Construct Wood, landing amidst the Corpse Mountain and sea of blood. The blood chain connecting him and Luo Xiu was still intact. He grasped the blood chain with his right hand and held the War Sword in his left, his entire body emanating a murderous aura as he strode toward those Lower Realm people who had regained consciousness but had yet to be sacrificed.

Even though they had regained consciousness, those Lower Realm people were still like zombies, completely dumbfounded. After returning to their senses and witnessing the horrific, hellish spectacle before them, few could endure it without suffering a mental collapse.

Luo Hao charged into the crowd with his sword, reaping lives as if he were cutting vegetables. With each body that fell, the blood-colored hourglass resumed its flow.

"Although it's moving slowly, it's better than nothing," Luo Hao muttered to himself with a glance at the hourglass in the sky. He then swung his War Sword, continuing the cruel massacre.

The blood sacrifice and the Shu Poison, in fact, had no direct connection. As long as someone died within the range of the Forbidden Heavenly Barrier, the blood sacrifice could be performed. Therefore, the presence or absence of the Shu Poison did not affect the blood sacrifice. It was just that Luo Hao, to save himself trouble and accelerate the process, had utilized the Shu Poison, a weapon from the prehistoric Three-Star Civilization.

"Warriors, kill them for me—!"

Suddenly, a roar erupted from within the crowd. It was Yue Yong, a warrior of the Fox Clan. After his furious roar, Yue Yong led the few remaining survivors of his clan in a charge against Luo Hao.

"You Lower Realm ants are so troublesome." Luo Hao's eyes revealed his disdain. He casually swung his sword, releasing a beam of Sword Qi that tore through the air and instantly killed Yue Yong.

"You beast! I'll give you everything I've got!"

In another part of the crowd, Yue Tianyang, having recovered, roared in fury and led the Human Race warriors in a charge toward Luo Hao. Immediately after, warriors from the various countries and sects of the Martial Alliance also launched their assault.

Yet, faced with such a massive offensive, Luo Hao remained unflustered. If it were not for the blood chains restraining him and preventing him from using large-scale Taoist Arts, he wouldn't have needed to personally descend to carry out the blood sacrifice.

Suddenly, a vast and overwhelming wave of Dragon Qi rolled in, blanketing the area. The cry of a dragon echoed piercingly through the Void. A golden beam of sword light descended from the heavens, aiming straight for the top of Luo Hao's head.

Luo Hao's gaze shook. Almost by instinct, he flew backward, landing on the summit of the Corpse Mountain. He stared at the golden sword light embedded in the ground below, his brows slowly furrowing.

"It seems that as the Shu Poison affecting those Lower Realm mortals is removed and their consciousness is restored, you've gotten bold again," Luo Hao muttered, looking up at the lithe figure that had appeared in the sky, his eyes gleaming with a mocking light.

The newcomer was Di Xuanji. Just as Luo Hao had said, with the consciousness of the people of Hua Country restored, she had once again drawn the Xuanyuan Sword.

Di Xuanji stood proudly in mid-air, her long hair fluttering, her demeanor noble and unmatched, filled with supreme majesty. She looked down on Luo Hao with the eyes one would reserve for a dead man. Suddenly, she reached out her hand, and the golden sword light on the ground instantly flew into it, solidifying into a long, golden sword.

"Luo Hao, for you… I have nothing to say—only to grant you death!"

Hearing this, Luo Hao burst into laughter. "Not much skill, but you've certainly got a big mouth."

However, his laughter had not yet ceased when the golden sword light, with invincible momentum, tore through the air, slashing toward the blood chain in his right hand that connected him to Luo Xiu. Luo Hao gritted his teeth, raising his sword horizontally to block the attack. But the edge of the Xuanyuan Sword was unstoppable. It bore the power of all the people of Hua Country.

The War Sword in Luo Hao's hand instantly shattered, and he was sent flying backward, spitting blood.

Upon witnessing this, all the generals and soldiers raised their arms and cheered, their eyes gradually burning with fervor as their cold blood began to boil once more.

Di Xuanji glanced sideways at Yue Tianyang and instructed, "Admiral Yue, immediately organize the evacuation of the civilians from the provincial capital."

"Yes, Your Majesty!," Yue Tianyang replied and departed to carry out the order.

Gazing at the hellish mountain of corpses and sea of blood, Di Xuanji's body couldn't help but tremble, and her eyes slowly grew moist. Those were her citizens, her warriors. Among them were her friends and her elders.

"Luo Hao… even a thousand deaths would not be enough for you to atone for your sins!"

Luo Hao smiled faintly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "A mere Netherworld Empress dares to speak to me like this? By the way, I should clarify… the karma of slaughter and resentment arising from this sacrifice of countless lives has all been placed upon Tian'er. He is the true Asura, the center of this world-slaughtering calamity, the so-called Holy Boi Religion God. It has nothing to do with me at all. On the contrary, what I am doing now is saving your world."

Di Xuanji snorted coldly and said no more. Her Dragon Qi swirled, and she vanished from sight as if evaporating into thin air. The next moment, she appeared before Luo Hao and delivered a clean, precise slash.

Luo Hao's eyes trembled. He instinctively raised a hand to block, but how could the Xuanyuan Sword, empowered by the Dragon Qi of an entire nation, be stopped?

As the sword sliced down, Luo Hao's entire left arm was severed from his body. He cried out in pain and staggered back, blood spurting from the stump of his arm as he stared at Di Xuanji in disbelief. He had underestimated the might of the Xuanyuan Sword.

Di Xuanji advanced toward him, her expression icy. "You wanted a blood sacrifice, didn't you? I will dismember you and offer you up for the sacrifice myself!"

Luo Hao stared at Di Xuanji, a hint of fear flickering in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and, bracing himself, shouted, "My lord, save me!"

Di Xuanji's beautiful eyes narrowed as she swung her sword once more.

Yet, at almost that exact moment, a mysterious figure shrouded in a black cloak descended quietly, stepping between Di Xuanji and Luo Hao. The mysterious figure caught the Xuanyuan Sword firmly in his hand and spoke in a hoarse, aged voice, "Netherworld Empress, you cannot kill him."

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