Chapter 191: Nurturing the Blade with Blood!

The purple-bronze broadsword surged like a purple sun, its radiance dazzling, the gathered might growing ever stronger, rumbling and exploding in the void, shaking the heart.

Watching the fat man roar repeatedly, Yang Tian rubbed his nose and said, "They've probably notified their clan. Let's join forces and blast the formation!"

"Alright, watch me." Hearing this, the fat man didn't hesitate at all, grinning slyly.

At that moment, the purple-bronze broadsword vanished from his hand, and the fat man tossed the folding fan he had been shaking.

The fat man circulated the abundant blood energy within him, his body radiating myriad purple rays. Inside him, a domineering aura spread in all directions, imposing a mental pressure that seized the soul.

"Such powerful blood energy!" Noticing the fat man's change, a hint of surprise appeared in Yang Tian's eyes. This energy was wildly domineering, with an overbearing aura spreading that startled the mountain forest!

"You little bastards, watch how your uncle deals with you!" The fat man roared loudly, his blood energy surging into the sky, scattering the clouds above. Around him, faint dragon roars exploded.

"This cultivation technique is no ordinary one!" Yang Tian clicked his tongue and exclaimed inwardly. The technique the fat man practiced might surpass Qin Shi's; its origins were mysterious, and it emanated an overbearing aura.

The eight members of the Desolate Ancient Li family were also greatly alarmed. They could hardly imagine that the man who had been loitering around their ancestral grave could unleash such an aura.

Blood energy poured into the purple-gold treasure fan. With a clang, like a sword drawn from its sheath, it emitted a piercing sonic boom, sparks flying from it.

As the purple-gold treasure fan opened and closed, it suddenly expanded to a hundred zhang in size! Like a sky-covering scroll, it soared upward, blotting out a stretch of the sky.

Purple light swirled around it, and the purple-gold treasure fan emitted thunderous sonic booms, shaking the rocks and shattering the great trees. An immensely vast might surged overwhelmingly from the scroll, and the flowers, birds, fish, and insects on it came to life instantly, releasing a vast oppressive force that seized the soul.

"Go all out!" The seven men's faces changed drastically. Locked onto by this vast might, the blood energy within several of them became sluggish, showing signs of being shattered.

The seven simultaneously formed hand seals, unleashing the power of their combined formation. The aura condensed in the void surged like a torrent, piercing the clouds and sweeping in all directions.

Rumble! The void shook. The seven formed great hand seals, condensing a five-sided great seal in the void! Like a mountain, it emitted terrifying airwaves, instantly shattering the void and cracking it into spiderweb-like patterns.

"Little bastards, taste your uncle's power." The fat man's face was somewhat pale, clearly having consumed too much blood energy. He let out a loud roar.

Bang! As his palm struck forward, the sky-covering scroll swept down like a great wave, diving to take them in.

"Mountain Seal!" The several men roared in unison. The mountain-like great seal struck through the air, carrying a swift gale, crashing into the sky-covering scroll.

"Bang, bang..." Terrifying energies intertwined. The two great killing techniques collided, erupting into a fearsome air current. This stretch of void collapsed, the earth cracked, and heaven and earth turned upside down.

The mountain great seal was terrifyingly powerful, striking through the air and actually crushing the sky-covering scroll in the void.

"Trap!" Suddenly, the fat man roared. His hand instantly clenched, and the domineering blood energy within him surged wildly. Purple rays flooded the sky, swirling out and drowning heaven and earth.

In the漫天 purple rays, several purple dragons could faintly be seen roaring out, coiling in the void, their dragon bodies ferocious, an overbearing aura rapidly spreading.

"Bloodline!" Seeing this, Yang Tian exclaimed inwardly. The fat man's bloodline power was extremely strong; he could sense it was far more formidable than that of the Desolate Ancient families!

"What is this guy's origin?" Looking at the fat man, Yang Tian scratched his head. The fat man was definitely not from the Eastern Continent—could he be from the Central Continent?

Just as Yang Tian was pondering, the sky-covering scroll expanded wildly, emitting a terrifying energy storm that enveloped the mountain great seal.

The seven men's faces changed drastically. They frantically urged the mountain great seal, their blood energy fully activated, depleting at a terrifying speed.

The sky-covering scroll shook continuously, and the mountain great seal trembled, producing piercing sonic booms, seemingly about to tear the scroll apart.

Seeing this, Yang Tian sneered. With a thought, a palm-sized small sword appeared before him, shimmering with purple-gold light, crystal clear, radiating divine brilliance. The might within seemed ready to burst forth, emitting a chilling aura.

"This thing is not bad." The fat man's gaze was instantly drawn. Staring at the small sword before Yang Tian, he couldn't help rubbing his fat hands—the bastard wanted to snatch any treasure he saw...

"Tianshu has been out for so long without tasting blood. Today, let you feast." A cold glint appeared in Yang Tian's eyes. His soul power directly drove the Tianshu Divine Sword, shooting forward.

Tianshu hummed and clanged continuously, its sound piercing clouds and splitting rocks. The sharp metal aura it emitted actually tore the void. Before the Tianshu Divine Sword reached them, their robes were cut by the sharp metal aura, and even blood threads appeared.

"Not good!" The eight men's faces changed drastically. They abandoned the combined formation, and colorful artifacts floated in the void—bells, pagodas, drums—all surging toward the purple-gold small sword.

"Ha!" Seeing this, Yang Tian sneered. His soul power urged Tianshu, sending out terrifying and blazing golden light.

All the artifacts clanged loudly, with large sparks bursting forth. The artifacts were instantly covered in cracks, then exploded with a bang, fragments flying in all directions.

"What a sharp little sword." The fat man's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help rubbing his hands. These peak Xuan artifacts shattered in one blow—its sharpness was astonishing!

The eight men were terrified, their hair standing on end, chilled from head to toe. Their artifacts, nurtured for years, were destroyed, injuring them. Moreover, having exhausted their blood energy to drive the mountain seal, they had no strength left to fight.

They still held a sliver of hope. Apart from Yang Tian, that scourge, few dared to touch the disciples of the Desolate Ancient Li family, let alone these people they didn't even know.

"Friend, we have no enmity. Why do this? ..."

Without any suspense, Yang Tian remained silent. The purple-gold small sword pierced through, drilling into one man's forehead. His body instantly shattered into pieces. He died with eyes wide open, not understanding why Yang Tian wanted to kill him.

"This..." Seeing this, the fat man clicked his tongue and couldn't help taking another look at Yang Tian. From the looks of it, Yang Tian intended to kill them all.

While he was stunned, his pupils suddenly froze. The dead disciple was rapidly turning into skin and bones. He sensed that the man's life force was being devoured by the small sword.

The seven men were instantly petrified, their legs trembling, every hair on their bodies standing on end.

"What a demonic sword. Why don't I have one?" The fat man grinned, his eyes gleaming. Nurturing the sword with blood—this was a killing weapon, ferocious beyond compare.

Tianshu trembled, a trace of crimson at its tip, exuding a dense bloodthirst. The entire sword body appeared extremely enchanting.

Tianshu transmitted waves of joyful thoughts. The power of the Bloodthirsty Demon Crystal was being stimulated, awakened by the blood.

"You demon! How dare you nurture an evil artifact with blood! You'll die a miserable death!"

A ghastly skeleton appeared before them, and the surrounding seven men nearly died of fright.

Yang Tian sneered. The Tianshu Divine Sword pierced another man's chest, rapidly turning him into bones as his life force was devoured.

Two women, their beauty faded, fell to their knees begging for mercy, willing to be slaves or maids if Yang Tian would spare them.

"Demon! The Desolate Ancient Li family has no enmity with you. Why do you strike so viciously?!" One man loudly accused Yang Tian, righteous indignation on his face.

Yang Tian ignored him, piercing his forehead, letting Tianshu devour his blood.

Someone even tried to incite the fat man, saying the mysterious youth was using their blood to refine his artifact. They harbored ill intentions, trying to lure the fat man, claiming Yang Tian wouldn't spare him either—this was a demonic sword—urging the fat man to fight Yang Tian.

Seeing this, the fat man sneered, thinking they deserved it. If Yang Tian were killing to refine an artifact, he would be tainted with baleful aura, and his blood energy would be corroded by death qi.

But Yang Tian's blood energy was fierce and unyielding, emitting a strong yang force. This was not the way of one who kills to refine artifacts. It seemed the mysterious youth had a deep grudge against them.