"Originally I thought it was an old friend, but it turns out, everything has changed, and I saw such a hellish thing."

The Heavenly Slaughter Duke shook his head as if regretting, yet seemingly amused, bent down, and pulled out Pan Ying from his hand, "Let me use it!"

Pan Ying roared, blood light burst forth!

Waves of pulsation.

The Heavenly Slaughter Duke looked left and right, frowned, patted his head, irritated and displeased, as if he couldn't recognize or remember.

Until, his eyes slightly brightened.

"So that's it, hmm, I remember... it seems this is how you use it!"

His hands gripped the sword's hilt tightly, holding Pan Ying in reverse, slowly lifting it... then, arms extended from behind him, fingers spread, reaching for the blade, gripping it!

Letting it cut his palms, devouring wildly, ignoring the pain and erosion, the smile on half of his face becoming gradually maniacal.

Like a sword drawn from its sheath, he fiercely pulled it out!

At that moment, the sharp sound of metal grinding resonated throughout Xinquan, so high and distant, Pan Ying trembled violently, as if roaring in fury.

From the grip and closure of numerous hands, the sword blade that leapt out shed its iron color, transforming into an ethereal crimson.

Thousands of threads of blood-red flowed, like light and flame, rising incessantly!

Ji Jue's expression changed immediately upon sensing the anomaly.

Not because Pan Ying was out of control, but because he noticed the terrifying change occurring on it—within mere moments, it surpassed the refinement done over such a long time.

The unknown skill, the inexplicable catalyst applied, temporarily pushed Pan Ying into its fully refined shape!

Without any hidden danger, it even greatly enhanced Pan Ying's completeness, rather than calling it an evil trick, it's more like the complete method unrecorded in the Han Xiang Chapter!

Wash blood with blood, conquer evil with evil!

"Yes, yes, that's right! Haha, hahahaha..."

The Heavenly Slaughter Duke lowered his eyes, gazing at the blood light on the sword's blade, seemingly full of deep affection, sighing with emotion: "After all these years, I almost didn't recognize it..."

At this moment, when the crimson blade lifted again, it covered half of Tang Qian's face.

The fierce light in the eyes of the Heavenly Slaughter Duke appeared, laughing loudly:

"—Victorious Evil, long time no see!"

Eternity has ended, the empire has perished, the Heavenly Slaughter was buried on the battlefield, the Victorious Evil shattered into oblivion...

Everything changes as time passes.

So many years have passed, the past vanished without a trace, after everything once was has completely disappeared, the Sacrificial Master's remnants and the legacy of the Nine Swords can still meet again in this world that's long lost its original appearance.

How absurd, yet how fortunate.

Nothing could be better than this.

"Now, we're fighting side by side again, old partner!"

The Heavenly Slaughter Duke laughed, stepping towards the battle's flame light, moving forward, the sword blade singing loudly, the blood light lingering in the void where the blade passed.

Taking a step, spanning a long distance.

Leaving only a trail of long-lasting crimson mark, just like blood and tears, winding and flowing, dreamlike and ethereal.

"Wha—"

At the moment of once again seeing that strange face appearing in front of him, Pacquiao's soul was already shocked, as if plunged into an ice cave!

That kind of demeanor and aura, already completely different from before!

What's even more terrifying is that in that instant, the Circle Realm·Eternal Dark Burial Abyss silently shattered, without even noticing when the brutal wound appeared.

With just a casual sword swing, the muddy darkness and countless bones separated in terror, as if fleeing. But immediately, the crimson flames emerged from the mud and bones, like bone-searing fires, fiercely burning into the marrow!

Impossible to dispel, or drive away!

Then, stepping forward, a middle-level thrust—penetration!

Crack!

The spear broke in half, the penetrating hole already abruptly appeared on Pacquiao's chest, green fire surged, trying to heal the wound, but...

It was useless!

Even the Lord of Scars had no response, unwilling to accept this wound as a sacrifice!

"Pathetic."

The Heavenly Slaughter Duke sighed with disdain: "The Scars are becoming more degenerate, the former Six Evils even accepted this kind of trash, and the Fungus Group too, dare to laugh, laugh your mother's head!"

On the Victorious Evil Blade, the insignia of the Fungus Group reappeared, all the wounded Returning Knights changed color, feeling the power within the Fungus Group's blood light circulating entirely to that sword!

In an instant, it usurped all the power of the Returning Knights, and after holding the Fungus Group's blessing, Tang Qian's body seemed to transform into a volcano, shrouded in flames thick enough to suffocate.

And within the flames, a callous gaze was cast towards the top of the high building.

Falling on Ji Jue's face, he glanced at him.

Then lost interest and retracted it.

"Look closely, kid—"

The Heavenly Slaughter Duke tossed out crimson chains, entangling Pacquiao like tying a dog, then, one by one, withered right hands extended out, gripping the sword hilt, with each additional hand, the aura and might on the blade increased, until finally, the blood light throbbed violently, unable to bear the terrifying power.

Amidst the laughter, raised to the highest point, aimed remotely at Pacquiao's pale face, grinning:

"—Victorious Evil, this is how you use it!"

Boom!!!

The blue fire and phosphorus lights burst like a waterfall, soaring into the sky.

In haste, the terrified Pacquiao dared not care about the other giants any longer, pouring in all his strength, and instantly burnt more than half of the scar offerings, the power swelling to an unprecedented height.

The broken Circle Realm contracted and collapsed, coiling around the broken spear.

Thrust forward!

This strike, surpassed the previous limit, and even went to a higher level he had never anticipated...

Regrettably, it was utterly useless.

The blood-stained light of Victorious Evil did not waver in the slightest, the power concentrated to the extreme directly shattered the Circle Realm and Creator Scars' blessings, under the blessing of [Withering], easily destroyed any insignificant defenses and resistance, thrusting directly!

The vital points of eyes, ears, mouth, nose, limbs, exploded instantaneously.

The intersecting two cross-shaped sword scars were engraved on Pacquiao's body, nearly slicing him into pieces in an instant, but they were pulled back just an inch, torturingly, leaving him with some semblance of life.

Pacquiao screamed miserably, shouted in terror, convulsing.

Not just because of this severe wound, but because... his own soul and life, under that sword, also seemed to have receded, no, more like, been taken away!

Permanently lost a part of his life and strength, capabilities incomplete, even his rank seemed to be on a downward trend.

Just one sword strike...

What on earth was that sword? What kind of monstrous thing is this?!

He wailed, scrambling to his feet on all fours, retreating in a sorry state, pupils dilated, mad like a beast.

Something's wrong! Something's wrong! Something's wrong! Something's wrong! Something's wrong...

From the start something was wrong, what happened? What's happening to me?

Why... why...

Bang!

The broken spear fell in front of him, snapping him out of his fear.

He lifted his head blankly, looking towards where the spear came from.

Heavenly Slaughter.

It was a weapon thrown over by Heavenly Slaughter.

"Pick it up."

Heavenly Slaughter Duke lifted a left hand, picking at his nose, looking bored.

Pacquiao was stunned, fingers trembling, yet he dared not bend down.

Hesitating...

"I'm telling you to pick it up!"

Heavenly Slaughter Duke suddenly exploded in anger: "It's one thing not to be able to fight even a Rebirth, but not even daring to pick up a weapon, what kind of Great Group are you supposed to be!"

With a step forward, he followed up with a slap to Pacquiao's face, cursing: "I'm telling you to pick it up! Now, immediately, right this moment! Do you want me to annihilate your entire clan myself?!"

One slap after another, left and right, each hand engulfed in the Great Group's Blood Flames, mercilessly swinging down, flesh and blood tearing, bones laid bare, yet mending amidst the wailing.

Forcing him to pick up the weapon, to stand against him.

Then, one sword cut after another, leisurely severing each of his fingers, wrists, elbows, arms, as if he were being flayed.

The entire Xinquan fell into a deathly silence.

No one dared to speak.

Even three giant heroes stood far away, not daring to utter a word.

At the very top of the building, Yellow Beard stood blankly, shocked, turning back to look at Ji Jue, incredulous.

There's still a master here?!

You damn brat, you're guarding against me, aren't you?!

"I didn't, I'm not!"

Ji Jue shook his head frantically, finally feeling the injustice, tears almost coming out.

I'm not guarding against you with this move! Those few phones relying on Frederick's location detection, always tracking the hypersonic Great Wall missile launchers of the Dragon Remains Fleet weren't even activated yet!

How the heck would anyone know that Old Tang would suddenly erupt, and after seeing Pan Ying, go crazy enough to evolve into such a demon.

I'm scared too!

Hey, Mr. Yellow Beard, you'll protect me, right?

In the midst of screams and wails, the torment continued.

With every slash and pierce, Pacquiao's body was riddled with wounds, without a piece of intact flesh, as if being meticulously prepared by an executioner, always maintaining just a tiny bit of power to resist, toying like a cat with a mouse, enjoying the thrill of the hunt.

The discrepancy in power between each other was so obvious and exaggerated.

Truly, terrifying.

And more clearly, was the faint, pungent scent of sulfur, a bizarre smell gradually seeping from Pacquiao's body, from within the soul, no longer disguisable.

"Hey, all these years, it's my first time seeing such a disgraceful Evil Demon, you guys, what a downgrade."

Heavenly Slaughter Duke stepped on Pacquiao's head, mockingly sneering: "Not exterminating you guys back then was truly great, otherwise how could I have seen such a delightful sight?"

"Spare, spare my life, I... I..."

Pacquiao struggled desperately, wailing and begging, but his voice suddenly halted, having his trachea stepped on, unable to make any sound.

"Shh, don't speak."

Heavenly Slaughter Duke raised a finger, then with a kick, sent an axe of unknown origin to his side.

"Pick it up."

He said: "Continue."

The blissful joyous time is limited, not to be wasted.

But this time, the writhing, wailing figure in the mud could no longer stand up.

Even the last bit of courage for a dying struggle had completely vanished.

No matter how he urged the burnt offering, the Lord of Scars no longer responded. The Great Group no longer answered him, and the Slaughter had long abandoned him.

However, just when he was utterly hopeless, he felt, the blessing of the Lord of Scars seemed to move slightly, letting a little hope and expectation rise from within him.

Then, what he saw was... amidst swirling green fire, a finger gradually appeared.

In Pacquiao's ecstatic state, stamping on the sword spine of Pan Ying, beneath the Fungus Group's emblem, another seal emerged—a mark with three intersecting scars appeared instantly.

Immediately, Ji Jue's vision darkened once again, only feeling Pan Ying's completion rise by yet another notch, then yet another set of Secret Rituals for Inheritance Burnt Offering was forcefully thrust over!

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