"Jian Feiyu, where do you think you're going!"
On the battlefield of the West Sea Plain, Nan Tian Guan Yu exploded from a pool of blood. With a single punch, his fist radiance illuminated the void, striking at an extremely tricky angle to evade Jian Dong, who commanded the battlefield like a divine demon.
The fierce momentum locked Jian Feiyu above the sea of blood. Golden light soared, evaporating the blood.
"Crack... crack..."
Golden cracks spread across Jian Feiyu's body. As blood seeped out, it instantly turned into mist upon touching the golden fissures.
"Jian Feiyu!"
Jian Dong, who had just killed Nan Tian Fei Zhang with a single sword strike, abruptly turned his head, his eyes bulging, and roared with all his might.
Jian Feiyu, his entire body enveloped by golden fist radiance, at the eighth layer of the Venerable realm, his invincible, powerful physique, was like glass, shattering inch by inch. Even his vital blood was refined into mist and evaporated.
"Clan... Patriarch..."
Jian Feiyu roared towards Jian Dong in terror. Even though Nan Tian Guan Yu was not at his peak, his punch still possessed the might of a peak Venerable.
"Boom!"
The space around Jian Feiyu collapsed, and streams of gray void swallowed him whole.
"Nan Tian Guan Yu, I swear I will exterminate your entire clan!"
"Exterminate my clan?"
"Jian Dong, feel free to try!"
"Take this punch!"
Nan Tian Guan Yu clenched his fist, his primal energy rapidly swirling three inches from his fist. He refined the dense blood fiend energy of the battlefield, and blood-colored fist radiance replaced the golden, god-like divine light.
"Break!"
Nan Tian Guan Yu roared, his voice shaking all directions. The blood-colored fist radiance, like two colossal eyes of gods and demons, gazed down upon the mortal realm in the void, fist shadows intersecting.
Streams of blood-colored light, like a vast sea of blood, slammed towards Jian Dong.
"Heart Sword, Silent!"
Jian Dong calmed his mind. Since the Jian clan's army marched from the Sword God Holy Land, Jian Feiyu was the strongest to fall from the Jian clan. A Venerable at the eighth layer, no matter where he was placed, was a significant loss to any power.
The long sword in Jian Dong's hand suddenly became ethereal, as if it had merged with the earth and void. Simultaneously, streaks of white light illuminated his spine.
The Jian clan's spine was also known as the Sword Bone. Jian clan disciples could only unlock it after reaching the Nirvana realm. Each layer of Nirvana represented one storage of sword energy. Nine layers of Nirvana meant a complete Sword Bone.
A complete Sword Bone could store and unleash nine peak primal energy strikes!
A brilliant divine light erupted behind Jian Dong. A colossal sword appeared without the slightest hum, drawing upon the momentum of the West Sea Plain.
"Sword Bone!"
Nan Tian Guan Yu's face contorted, and he roared, "I've long heard of the Jian clan's Sword Bone, said to hold nine life-saving strikes. Today, I shall experience it!"
The blood-colored fist shadows, with their terrifying, fierce momentum, traversed the void and descended upon Jian Dong.
"Whirr~~"
Jian Dong's Sword Bone flared, and white sword light cascaded down, shattering several blood-colored fist shadows.
"Pfft!"
Nan Tian Guan Yu's face turned pale. His clenched fists were cut to pieces by sword energy, revealing his bare white bones.
"Ah!"
"Suppress it for me!"
The colossal blood-colored fist slammed down again, accompanied by a deafening roar. The blood-colored fist shadows shattered one by one, like blood-stained flowers blooming alone in the cold heavens.
"Crack!!"
Nan Tian Guan Yu's hands were crushed. He was sent flying weakly, his primal energy depleted. How could he withstand a peak strike?
The white sword energy in the void flickered uncertainly, on the verge of dissipating at any moment. Jian Dong strode forward, stopping ten feet from Nan Tian Guan Yu, his eyes cold, constantly condensing sword energy.
"Brother Guan Yu, are you willing to submit to my Jian clan?"
It was incredibly difficult for even one top-tier Venerable to emerge. The Nan Tian family could abandon an entire realm, but more top-tier Venerables were always welcome.
Top-tier Venerables were the guarantee of reaching the peak!
"Cough... cough... cough..."
"Heh heh, Jian Dong, with things having come to this, whose face are you making that hateful expression at?"
"Although our human race has fallen from the peak of Cang Yuan, our pride cannot be broken. Jian Dong, we had a friendship, give me a quick end!"
Nan Tian Guan Yu lay powerlessly on the ground, blood constantly trickling from his mouth. His shattered arms and chest were a gruesome sight.
Jian Dong looked coldly at the helpless Nan Tian Guan Yu and shook his head. "You don't have to be like this. Submit to my Jian clan, and your human race can be spared!"
"Hahahaha, hahahaha!"
"Jian clan, what kind of pathetic entity are you to dare attempt to enslave my human race!"
Nan Tian Guan Yu struggled to lie on the ground, his eyes blood-red as he looked at Jian Dong and sneered. Like an explosion, he used his last trace of primal energy and shot out.
"Stubborn fool! How can the human race not perish in your hands!"
The three feet of pure steel in his hand cut through the void. Nan Tian Guan Yu, the leader of the human race in the Middle Yuan Realm, was split in two, his primordial spirit scattering.
"Kill!"
Hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators, holding their long swords, covered the West Sea Plain like a tidal wave. Without Nan Tian Guan Yu and Nan Tian Fei Zhang, the human race scattered like terrified lambs, fleeing wildly on the battlefield.
The Jian clan's hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators spread out, in groups of four, ten, or a hundred, forming sword formations and jointly killing the Nan Tian army. In mere breaths, it was like a scythe sweeping through wheat, with blood splashing everywhere and countless human heads flying into the void.
"Kill them all! Leave not a single human alive!"
Jian Dong sat cross-legged in the sky. With no more Venerable realm experts, he disdained to act, leaving the human army entirely to the Holy Land disciples to hone their sword intent with human blood.
Humans were swept away by sword light, their heads separating from their bodies amidst the cold sword gleam. Thick blood continuously stained the earth. Hundreds of thousands of Four-Eyed tribe, human race members, and even some Jian clan blood watered the West Sea Plain to a dark red.
Blood splattered, and the earth finally drank its fill, no longer absorbing the blood. The blood accumulated, forming rivers. Countless warriors trampled the ground, and with the impact of primal energy, wisps of evaporated blood condensed in the void. The sky turned dark red.
The stench was unbearable!
...
Night slowly descended, the stench lingering.
After hours of slaughter, not a single soul remained of the Nan Tian human army, hundreds of thousands strong. All lay on the blood-soaked West Sea Plain, their corpses piled high.
Sword cultivators dug out the Sword Bones from their fallen Nirvana realm comrades, ignoring their physical bodies, too lazy to glance at them again.
Jian Dong sat by the campfire, stroking Jian Feiyu's long sword. The sword hummed low, mourning its fallen master.
"Feiyu, soon, it won't be long before our Jian clan unifies the Eastern Desolation Continent. At the opportunity of a million years, we will contend for the peak and rule the world!"
Poor Jian Dong did not know that the current achievements of his Jian clan were due to their Supreme Elder, their ultimate expert, who had already pledged allegiance to the Barbarian Emperor!