Chapter 528: Chapter 528: Trembling with Fear
This was a peculiar magical weapon, resembling a tray, bound by a bloodstained chain. It was gruesome. Most striking of all, at the center of the tray was a small blood hole, just large enough to accommodate a person’s head.
Anyone familiar with ancient weaponry from China would instantly shout in recognition upon seeing this strange weapon.
Because this was the so-called "Blood Droplet," a tool of assassination renowned for killing from a thousand miles away!
Once the Blood Droplet locked someone’s head into the blood hole, the razor-sharp edges of the hole would whirl like a meat grinder, instantly decapitating the victim.
Of course, that would be an ordinary Blood Droplet!
But in the hands of the elder, refined as a Magic Treasure by a cultivator, its lethality was even greater!
Because when activated, it wouldn’t only target an enemy’s head but also their very soul!
"Perish!"
The elder’s Blood Droplet emitted a cold sneer, sending shivers through everyone present.
But at what price?
Looking at Yang Tian in front of them, holding the Blood Claw in his palm, every member of Luo Tong stood there paralyzed in shock.
He had thought he already regarded Yang Tian highly enough!
To him, this young man—although astonishingly talented—was, at best, experiencing his first Divine Separation stage!
Especially as Yang Tian now faced the Northern Pride of the Blood Cultivators, a notorious late-stage Divine Soul master of the Rashamon Sect, and two equally formidable early Divine Soul elders!
Even if Yang Tian didn’t die, he should at least suffer grave injuries and be rendered powerless.
But what was the reality now?
Under attacks from three powerful magical weapons, Yang Tian didn’t deploy a single defensive treasure. Instead, he relied purely on his own body to withstand their assaults directly?
What kind of physical strength did this require?
How was this even possible?
Even Murong Longcheng, watching from the sky, stared wide-eyed and expressionless at Yang Tian, unwilling to believe what he was seeing!
As for Murong Yan, the disdain and regret she once directed at Yang Tian had completely faded, replaced by sheer astonishment etched across her face!
"He... he actually... just with his physical body... how can he be so strong? This... how could this be possible? He... he comes from such meager origins, a wasteland-like Lower Realm, and a secluded backwater like the Xiu Zhen Kingdom!"
At the same time, Murong Yan was struck with remorse. She had once treated him like a mere joke, dismissing him entirely. Now she recalled:
"Ouyang Xiu, my elite three disciples, and four top clans—including the entire Wanhua Valley—how did they perish?"
"I slaughtered them all!"
Had Murong Yan heard this before, even for a second, she would have dismissed it outright!
But at this moment, as she gazed upon Yang Tian—standing like a God above all others—she couldn’t help but feel a creeping conviction that it might just be true!
With nothing but his body, he had shaken off the combined efforts of three top Divine Separation cultivators. Even the mightiest among the three core disciples couldn’t have done this!
Of course, anyone familiar with the Divine Sword technique, or the Swordsmen of Wanhua Valley, or even the fairies of the Moonlit Pavilion, might not have found it surprising.
Yet, to see Yang Tian brush aside the combined assaults of three of Luo Tong’s top Divine cultivators, or even the intervention of Zong Qinghou’s right-hand man, was staggering. The wrath of the Azure Dragon itself couldn’t surpass the commanding display of Yang Tian as he defied all with his invincible form!
For Yang Tian’s body was no ordinary mortal flesh—it was the strongest demonic physique, the Devil’s Body!
Even in this moment, while suppressed by the Heavenly Dao within the mortal world, his power and cultivation were restrained to the early phase of the Divine Separation stage.
It prevented Yang Tian from fully unleashing the terror of his strength!
But the Devil’s Body remained undefeated even now!
In other words, Yang Tian could stand there unmoving, allowing Luo Dun to attack as he pleased, and the powerful defenses of the Devil’s Body would emerge unscathed!
From the very beginning, Yang Tian had been invincible!
However, as the Sect Leader of the Rashamon Sect, Luo Tong, though reeling in shock, quickly suppressed his emotions and fixed a cold, piercing gaze on Yang Tian. "I never anticipated... truly never thought that you’d possess such an indestructible body! But do you believe this gives you the right to run rampant here?"
As he finished speaking, Luo Dun’s eyes suddenly turned blood-red, exuding an ominous glow. From that glow emerged two Blood Light Swords, which shot directly toward Yang Tian’s brow!
"This... this is an attack aimed at the Divine Soul! How does Luo Dun have such a powerful technique to weaponize his soul into God transformation?"
Murong Longcheng’s expression changed dramatically as he witnessed the scene.
"Father, what exactly is God transformation?" Murong Yan immediately pressed for an explanation after hearing her father speak.
"Yan’er," Murong Longcheng sighed lightly, "you’ve grown up within the Shenjian Sect and lack worldly experience, so it’s understandable you don’t know this."
Murong Longcheng explained softly, "For cultivators, our struggles for strength, truth, and magical treasures shape our path. But these aren’t the only avenues. Take someone like Yang Tian, whose physical defenses far outstrip his own cultivation realm. Yet, that doesn’t mean he is invincible among peers of the same level!"
"How so?" Murong Yan questioned with doubt. "If his physical body cannot be breached, how can anyone possibly harm him?"
"Haha! Physical durability protects against external harm, but that’s merely surface damage. If someone can weaponize their Divine Soul into an attack aimed at his very spirit, they could grievously harm his soul—or even erase it entirely—leaving him nothing but a walking corpse. And isn’t that equivalent to death?" Murong Longcheng stroked his chin thoughtfully as he explained.
"An attack directly targeting the spirit?" Murong Yan’s eyes widened in shock as she processed this revelation.
Suddenly—*puff!*
Yang Tian’s shadow lifted a single hand, shattering the Blood Light Swords. In that instant, Luo Dun spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, his breathing faint and erratic.
Seeing Luo Dun fall, Xu Yumeng and another elder immediately rushed forward to support him, their gazes fixed on Yang Tian in utter disbelief.
They realized, just as Murong Longcheng had surmised, that the Blood Light Swords Loe Dun had unleashed had indeed been a God transformation attack!
As a tool of Divine Soul projection, these ethereal swords lacked a physical form. To counter such attacks, one would need to utilize a similarly soul-based technique.
Yet those Blood Light Swords had been obliterated by the shadow behind Yang Tian. Was that shadow truly emanating from Yang Tian?
When had someone’s Divine Soul reached such profound mastery?
How old was Luo Dun?
For 300 years, he had led the Rashamon Sect.
And his journeys in cultivation likely extended even further back!
Over these centuries, Luo Dun had managed to refine and weaponize his Divine Soul into immensely powerful Blood Light Swords.
But how old was Yang Tian?
Judging by his youthful rage and vigor, likely only in his early twenties.
At this age—while others still struggled to navigate the start of the Divine Separation stage—Yang Tian seemed impossible. How could he already manipulate God transformation at such an unparalleled level?
This defied the conventionally accepted knowledge of cultivation paths.
But what they didn’t realize was that the shadow behind Yang Tian wasn’t merely a simple manifestation of God transformation—it was the embodiment of Yang Tian’s Tao, infused with the essence of demonic lineage and the phantom of the Devil Ancestor himself, destined in the future to become a Saint and Precursor of the Path.
Forget Luo Dun’s God transformation—within the pursuit of truth, none alive could match Yang Tian’s capacity for Divine mastery!
"This is blasphemy! A devil ascends to the heavens! How can this... how can this world allow such a flawless person to exist?"