Chapter 123: You Guys Can't Kill Anyone Fighting Like This, Let Me Do It

Chapter 123: If You Fight Like This, No One Will Die—Let Me Show You

At the White Emperor Palace.

A man in a white crane robe pinched a white chess piece and placed it on the board.

He murmured under his breath: "Heaven-born sacred... Blood Lord... Preaching... Supreme..."

"Senior Brother, this matter is of utmost importance—should we report it to the Master?" The young woman with a doll-like face was the second disciple of the White Emperor Palace.

Yun He shook his head. "Some days ago, the Master fought with the Venerable One and was severely wounded. He is now in seclusion to heal and will likely not see anyone for a short time."

The doll-faced woman’s eyes filled with worry upon hearing this. "The Master is injured?"

"Alas..." Yun He’s eyes also hid a shadow of gloom. "The Venerable One presses harder and harder. The North-South Conflict... it is truly difficult!"

Once the North-South Conflict ends, if the South loses,

what will become of the Flowing Wind Realm? It is almost unimaginable.

Demonic plagues would run rampant, and ordinary people would have no room to survive.

"If not for the Venerable One possessing the Tablet of Fate, why would the Master fear her!" The doll-faced woman fumed with indignation.

The White Emperor and the Venerable One had always been evenly matched.

But the balance shifted when the Tablet of Fate appeared.

The doll-faced woman recalled that it was only after the Venerable One obtained the Tablet of Fate that the North began to completely overwhelm the South.

Before that, though the South was at a disadvantage, it was not so pronounced.

"The Tablet of Fate..." Hearing this, Yun He was suddenly startled. "Could it be that the Blood Lord also possesses a Tablet of Fate?"

The Tablet of Fate was not the only one.

The doll-faced woman, upon hearing this, also showed a look of sudden realization. "If it is indeed the Tablet of Fate, then it might really be possible... But, but... the Master said that the Tablet of Fate is an ill-omened thing. If the Blood Lord obtains it and mass-produces Supremes, wouldn’t our South become... even more difficult?"

She had already pushed the owner of the Tablet of Fate to the opposing side.

Though the Tablet of Fate could not mass-produce Supremes in great numbers,

it could still create dozens, perhaps nearly a hundred.

The South was already at a disadvantage. If the North gained over a hundred more Supremes, the odds of the North winning the North-South Conflict would increase dramatically.

The time of the decisive battle would also be brought forward.

The Master’s preparations were not yet sufficient.

"No, I must immediately head to No-Return City and meet this Blood Lord." A multitude of complex emotions flickered in Yun He’s eyes, and finally he said, "If the Master emerges from seclusion, tell him at once about the Blood Lord and the Tablet of Fate."

"Alright." The doll-faced woman looked at Yun He. "Senior Brother, be careful in everything. If danger arises, return to the White Emperor Palace."

She was worried—this might be a trap, a scheme designed for the senior brother.

"I understand." Yun He smiled faintly.

He was most like the White Emperor—concerned for the world, and unafraid of death.

...

Six years later.

No-Return City.

Yuan Qi had grown old and frail. When he first came to No-Return City, he had been a spirited young man; now he had entered his twilight years.

Over the years, his cultivation had grown stronger, but he still could not withstand the ravages of time.

Now, in the bustling No-Return City, he had become a gatekeeper.

Watching the endless flow of people in No-Return City, a smile appeared in Yuan Qi’s eyes. "Lord Warden... you no longer have to guard a city alone."

As he spoke, he coughed.

In the past six years, No-Return City had changed greatly.

The biggest change was the increase in population.

Now, No-Return City had a population of two hundred thousand.

And the number of Supremes had reached a terrifying three hundred.

If this number were made known, it would surely shock the world.

In just five years, the speed at which the Blood Palace had grown was horrifying.

Unfortunately, the North-South Conflict had turned the hundred and eight thousand cities into isolated fortresses, and many still did not know of this.

Some who did know dismissed it with a sneer.

Of course, there were also many Land Gods who traveled thousands of miles to reach No-Return City.

But many had died along the way.

At this moment, many Land Gods had gathered in No-Return City.

In half a month, the legendary Preaching Assembly would take place.

This Preaching Assembly had gathered a full thousand peak Land Gods.

Of course, many Land Gods who were still some distance from the peak would also come to listen to the teachings and improve their strength.

At that time, the Blood Lord would appear and preach to all the Land Gods.

"It’s getting dark—time to close the gates." Yuan Qi, now old and decrepit, did not know if he would live to see the end of the North-South Conflict.

But he believed that as long as the Blood Lord existed, one day the North-South Conflict would end.

And the victor... would be the Blood Lord.

At that moment, outside No-Return City.

In a newly built underground palace.

A smile curled at the corner of Qi Yuan’s mouth. "It feels so good to have so many underlings."

At this moment, he sat in a grand armchair, his broken sword extended forward.

One after another, demonic beasts, like products on a conveyor belt, were sliced apart by Qi Yuan, the machine.

He didn’t even need to move. Every day, a flood of demonic beasts was captured by his subordinate Supremes and brought to him for slaughter and execution.

After all, for every hundred Land God-level demonic beasts captured, one could earn a new chance to attend the teachings.

How could those Supremes not be diligent? Day and night, they went out to hunt demonic beasts and brought them back to Qi Yuan.

The reason he did this outside No-Return City was that if a demonic beast entered the city, it would count as Qi Yuan failing in his duty as warden.

So he had built a demonic beast factory outside No-Return City.

Every day, he butchered demonic beasts.

Suddenly, Qi Yuan paused. "Does this make me look like someone tightening screws in a factory?"

Countless experiences poured into him, and he truly felt like a worker tightening screws in a factory.

And these demonic beasts were the products.

The only difference was that others might stand or sit on a stool, while he lounged in a grand armchair.

“So I’m just… slaving away for the Windstream Realm?”

The more Qi Yuan thought about it, the angrier he grew. He lifted his head to gaze at the vast sky.

“You little brat, if you don’t toss me a little perk, I swear I’ll refine you into a golden pill.”

As he spoke, he crossed his legs, stretched his sword out straight, and let one demonic beast after another charge past him, only to shatter into fragments.

The source of calamity surged wildly.

The primordial divine ability of the Heart Demon’s Call, the domain ruler’s innate power, stored itself in a frenzy of growth.

Qi Yuan felt that this divine ability would never run out.

As for the Great Oblivion Heart Sutra—it was the polar opposite.

Against foes of the same rank, Qi Yuan couldn’t bear to use it.

Just then, the bronze bell outside rang.

“Come in,” Qi Yuan said lazily.

The door swung open, and Chen Huan stepped in, clad in a red robe.

Compared to five years ago, the aura he carried was far more terrifying.

“Big Brother, a new batch of Sovereigns has arrived at the Land of a Thousand Blood-Fallen Cities. There are quite a few of them, and they seem to be plotting something big.”

By now, Chen Huan had become the grand steward of the Blood Palace, overseeing countless affairs.

“How many?” Qi Yuan asked casually.

“Over twenty, including several mid-stage Sovereigns,” Chen Huan replied.

Because of the presence of mid-stage Sovereigns, they hadn’t dared to probe too deeply.

They had to avoid being discovered.

Qi Yuan’s eyes lit up. “No Great Sovereigns?”

Mid-stage Sovereigns might be dangerous to others, but to Qi Yuan, they were nothing.

As long as they weren’t protected by a flawless, innate divine ability, once he unleashed his domain ruler’s Heart Demon’s Call, who could stand against him?

Of course, in truth, so many Sovereigns, including mid-stage ones, could surround and kill a Great Sovereign.

A Great Sovereign’s strength lay in one-on-one combat.

But under a simultaneous assault of dozens of divine abilities, even they would struggle to hold out.

For Qi Yuan, though, it was no big deal.

What he feared were Great Sovereigns.

Dealing with them was troublesome—he’d have to rely on verbal sparring.

And even that wasn’t always effective.

“No. Great Sovereigns are rare. Someone like the Purple Daoist wouldn’t casually come to the Land of a Thousand Blood-Fallen Cities,” Chen Huan answered. “Should I lead a hundred Sovereigns and surround them?”

Chen Huan was eager to try.

In his eyes, Sovereigns had become as cheap as carrots.

Chen Huan added at the end, “The Sheep-Mixed Sovereign says they seem to be finishing up some major task, and then they plan to destroy our No-Return City.”

The Sheep-Mixed Sovereign was a later arrival sent to the Land of a Thousand Blood-Fallen Cities.

That Sovereign was also quite ridiculous—before Chen Huan and the others even knew he’d arrived, he came straight to No-Return City to surrender.

Now, he had become the Blood Palace’s planted agent in the northern lands.

Many demon lairs’ locations had been revealed by him, allowing the Blood Palace’s Sovereigns to capture so many.

“No-Return City has always minded its own business. They dare to destroy my city? They’re asking for death!” Qi Yuan’s eyes gleamed with murderous intent. “You don’t need to lead. I’ll take command myself and annihilate them.

Choose a hundred Sovereigns… ones worth cultivating, to come with me.”

Qi Yuan didn’t care about betrayal.

But he needed Sovereigns who would truly work for him.

When those hundred Sovereigns went, Qi Yuan would show his strength, flex his muscles, and boost their loyalty.

Human nature cannot be tested, and most people fear power more than they respect virtue.

Qi Yuan had to display his might.

“Alright.” Chen Huan nodded quickly.

…

The Land of a Thousand Blood-Fallen Cities.

Twenty-three Sovereigns gathered in the great hall.

The Sheep-Mixed Sovereign, as the host, stood in a corner, ignored.

The five leading Sovereigns, all mid-stage, sat on higher thrones.

The Blue Charm Sovereign’s face was grim and murderous. “In three days, a Great Sovereign will pass through this place.

You don’t need to know that Great Sovereign’s identity.

We have gathered here to detain her.”

“A Great Sovereign… that’s no easy task,” one Sovereign remarked.

With so many of them attacking together, they could certainly detain a Great Sovereign.

But killing one? That was difficult.

Moreover, a Great Sovereign could strike fiercely at a few and kill many.

“No need to worry. That Great Sovereign is already gravely wounded and not worth fearing. Besides, I have a treasure jointly refined by two Great Sovereigns, which can merge us into one entity for shared defense,” the Blue Charm Sovereign said.

Twenty-odd formation banners descended, falling into the hands of the assembled Sovereigns.

They caught them, expressions of surprise flickering across their faces.

This formation was far stronger than they had imagined.

“With this treasure, our lives will be safe and secure,” a Sovereign laughed.

Though a Great Sovereign was powerful, a treasure refined by two Great Sovereigns, wielded by over twenty Sovereigns,

was enough to unite offense and defense against a Great Sovereign.

Let alone one who was already severely wounded.

“During this time, we will stay here to refine the formation banners. No one is allowed to leave,” the Blue Charm Sovereign said, his face darkening. “To prevent any leaks.”

Just then, a Sovereign chuckled, “Even if news leaks, so what? Could anyone come to save her?”

“That’s not certain. When I emerged from seclusion three years ago, I heard that No-Return City had spawned some Blood Palace, and its so-called Blood Lord seemed able to help people break through to Sovereign. The Blood Palace is said to already have several Sovereigns,” another Sovereign said.

The Windstream Realm was vast, and news transmission suffered from distortion and delay.

What he had heard was from years ago.

"Helping someone break through to Supreme Realm—how ridiculous is that?

We wasted years of our lives just to barely step into the Supreme Realm.

If anyone could become a Supreme with others' help, then the Supreme Realm would be far too easy to enter," a man said with a laugh.

All who become Supremes are truly favored children of destiny.

They endure countless hardships and myriad tribulations to reach that level.

Naturally, they refuse to believe that the Supreme Realm could be achieved so simply.

"Yang Hun Supreme has been guarding this place all along and knows it best—is that Wugui City really so mysterious?" Lan Mei Supreme turned to Yang Hun Supreme, who sat in the corner.

Upon hearing this, Yang Hun Supreme wore a contemptuous expression: "It's all just rumors. That nonsense about helping others step into the Supreme Realm is all fake.

Wugui City has only six Supremes stationed there, all at the early stage—nothing to speak of.

Their leader is a disciple of White Emperor, which is why they've managed to gather so many Supremes."

Yang Hun Supreme's words won the approval of every Supreme present.

That made sense.

"Once we kill that Great Supreme, we'll strike and raze Wugui City to the ground, earning some battle merits," Lan Mei Supreme said indifferently.

He had said these words before.

Since they were here anyway, it would be a waste not to pick up the merits.

"Thank you, Lan Mei Supreme," Yang Hun Supreme said, a look of pleasant surprise on his face.

At that moment, another Supreme asked, "If I remember correctly, there used to be several Supremes stationed here, including a Great Supreme named Purple Daoist. Why don't I see them?"

Yang Hun Supreme's expression remained unchanged: "Purple Daoist came here for a major matter. After arriving, he took the other Supremes and left to carry it out.

What that matter is, I don't know."

He lied without batting an eye.

The others, hearing this, did not press further.

They had been reassigned here from other regions and knew little about local affairs.

"Hurry up and refine it, kill the Great Supreme, then destroy Wugui City!" Lan Mei Supreme said coldly.

This operation carried some risk, but the reward was definitely substantial.

Worth the effort.

...

Nine days passed in a flash.

In a fractured valley, Ning Tao, clad in a black dress, had skin as pale as pear blossoms after rain—dazzlingly white.

She had always possessed that cold, fair complexion, as if she had never seen sunlight, though in this realm, there was indeed no sun.

Now, a hint of gloom shadowed her face: "You really are persistent as ghosts!"

Behind her, five mid-stage Supreme cultivators were in pursuit.

Already severely wounded, she preferred to avoid fighting if possible.

"Leave the Blood Demon behind, and we'll let you go," one of the pursuing mid-stage Supremes said arrogantly.

After all, hunting a Great Supreme was a thrilling feeling.

Ordinarily, when they encountered a Great Supreme, they wouldn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

"Hmph!" Ning Tao couldn't be bothered to reply.

Giving up that mass of flesh was out of the question.

If she were going to, she would have done so long ago.

It was the medium through which her husband could find her.

But now, her eyes were filled with deep worry.

She had spent nearly a thousand years fleeing and fighting for her life since childhood.

The scene before her was all too familiar.

The five Supremes behind her were driving her toward a certain place.

And that place was exactly where she had intended to go.

Several times she tried to change course, but the Supremes behind blocked her, forcing her to follow this path.

She understood that she might soon face a dead end.

Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do.

Even if her husband came to help, he couldn't do much for her.

Her situation was indeed dire.

Sure enough, half an hour later, Ning Tao, now a streak of light, came to a halt.

She stood in a desert, her face expressionless: "Quite the grand scheme!"

Behind her, the five mid-stage Supremes grinned: "Witch, you've finally run out of roads to flee."

All around Ning Tao, twenty-three new figures suddenly appeared.

Every one of them was a Supreme, including five mid-stage Supremes.

Ten mid-stage Supremes, over a dozen early-stage Supremes, plus a formation artifact crafted by a Great Supreme—more than enough to surround and kill a severely wounded Great Supreme.

Lan Mei Supreme looked at Ning Tao with disgust, then at the mass of flesh behind her with a hint of complexity: "Witch, this place will be your grave!"

The other Supremes also looked at Ning Tao with revulsion.

After all, a witch was hated by heaven and loathed by men; even they could not help but feel this influence and instinctively detest her.

Ning Tao smiled faintly. She glanced back at the blood sphere, her gaze tender: "My husband is not a Blood Demon, and I... am not a witch.

But none of that matters anymore."

She looked at the blood sphere, her hand gripping the chain tightly, as if unwilling to be separated from it.

At this point, Ning Tao had already accepted her fate.

She had endured endless pursuit along the way.

When she set out for the ends of the earth, she had a premonition that she would never make it.

Human strength has its limits; she was not a chosen one—rather, she was one hated by heaven.

"Enough talk—kill!"

Lan Mei Supreme gave the order, and all twenty-plus Supremes struck at once.

The five behind also attacked.

Powerful primal-source techniques swept forth. Ning Tao's small face was pale, but she showed no fear.

Like a black butterfly dancing in a rainstorm, she dodged every primal-source technique.

These powerful innate divine abilities were dodged by her one by one.

“As expected of a Great Sovereign—even wounded, you remain this formidable!

Join forces again, everyone, and wear her down!”

Blue Charm Sovereign understood that the Great Sovereign was not so easily slain.

Facing a severely injured Great Sovereign, they had to grind her down bit by bit.

Only when the Great Sovereign’s origin was completely exhausted would the flawlessly innate divine abilities reveal a crack.

Then she would be no more than a powerful mid-stage Sovereign, easily annihilated in an instant.

Sheep Mix Sovereign lurked among the crowd, merely going through the motions without exerting any real effort.

Ning Tao was besieged, constantly evading innate divine abilities.

She gripped the chain tightly, unwilling to let that mass of flesh suffer even a scratch, though wounds appeared on her own body.

“Everyone, hold nothing back, lest night bring more trouble!” Blue Charm Sovereign roared.

The Sovereigns present struck out wildly once more.

Alas, their attacks were still perfectly dodged by Ning Tao.

Yet these Sovereigns remained unhurried, for Ning Tao was but a cornered beast fighting for her life.

However, at that moment, a contemptuous voice rang out: “Fighting like this won’t kill anyone—let me handle it!”

A man in a red robe appeared, his face seemingly masked, obscuring his features.

From him emanated an aura of profound mystery and dread.

Blue Charm Sovereign’s expression shifted slightly: “Blood Lord?”

He was merely a little surprised.

“The Blood Lord of No Return City? We haven’t sought you out yet, and you dare meddle in our affairs.

It seems you find your life too long!”

Blue Charm Sovereign declared loudly.

“You didn’t come alone, did you? Call out the Sovereigns behind you. Today, we’ll slay the Great Sovereign and take No Return City as well!”

Blue Charm Sovereign was confident.

Meanwhile, in the center of the battlefield, Ning Tao glanced at the blood-red robe. Her concealed left eye twitched slightly, while her right eye remained unchanged.

The other Sovereigns present looked at the blood-robed figure with wariness, but more so with relief.

Sheep Mix Sovereign had said that No Return City had only a few Sovereigns, all at the early stage—nothing to fear.

“You really want me to call them out? I’m afraid they’ll startle you.” Qi Yuan said softly.

He was observing the ongoing battle, studying everyone’s innate divine abilities.

Thus, his Void Realm Dominator’s Heart Demon Lure would become all the more terrifying.

After all, ten mid-stage Sovereigns were still somewhat formidable.

“Hmph, Blood Lord!” Blue Charm Sovereign snorted, unwilling to heed this clown, merely on guard.

The other Sovereigns felt the same.

Just a few Sovereigns—they couldn’t change the outcome.

Qi Yuan smiled faintly: “Since you wish to see, then let me show you.

Come out… my enforcers.”

At Qi Yuan’s words, the void rippled.

Above the sky, a dense crowd of a hundred figures in blood-red robes appeared.

These blood-robed ones, with stern expressions, coldly gazed at the crowd, their auras unmistakably those of Sovereigns.

The sudden appearance of so many Sovereigns stunned the scene.

“All Sovereigns?”

“So many?”

The Sovereigns besieging Ning Tao changed color drastically.

Some drew in sharp breaths.

To be honest, their gathering of over twenty Sovereigns was already numerous.

Yet here were a hundred Sovereigns, uniformed like common soldiers.

The visual impact was even greater.

Many Sovereigns couldn’t help but hiss.

Hadn’t Sheep Mix Sovereign said there were only a few?

How could there be a hundred Sovereigns?

The information was wildly off!

Qi Yuan stood before the crowd, not shielding these Sovereigns. He said calmly, “I knew I shouldn’t have let them out. Look—when they appeared, you gasped so hard you’re causing global warming. It’s all your fault.”

Qi Yuan spoke and stepped forward again.

Ignoring their shock, he repeated his earlier words to those behind him: “Fighting like this won’t kill anyone—watch me.”

The Sovereigns behind him, including Wang Gai, showed astonishment in their eyes.

The Blood Lord… taking on nearly thirty Sovereigns alone?

How dare he!

That Great Sovereign had been besieged by these very Sovereigns.

Yet their orders were to stand and watch.

They dared not move, for that would defy the Blood Lord’s command.

Qi Yuan advanced, his blood-red robe growing more bewitching.

In the same robe!

He instantly transformed into a blood-armored giant nearly a hundred zhang tall, wielding a blood-red broken sword.

“People… should be killed like this!”

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