Supreme Dragon Soul.

Chapter 642 Lord Tu's Orders!

Upon hearing Yu Lanxin's words, Luo Cheng couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He recalled the towns that had been slaughtered by the Blood Shadow Cult.

The scene of blood flowing like a river is still vivid in my mind!

When I unexpectedly encountered Master Blood Raven, he said that the Blood Nether Sect would surely make a comeback in the near future!
At that time, not only the Great Yue Dynasty and the Yunlan Domain, but even the entire Eastern Continent will fall into the enslavement of the Blood Nether Sect.

If that day ever comes, it will undoubtedly be a huge catastrophe!
Under the rule of the Blood Ghost Cult, ordinary people are no different from animals, and everyone will live in a dark and hopeless hell on earth.

For a moment, Luo Cheng couldn't help but admire the Empress of Great Chu. She single-handedly turned the tide, destroyed the Blood Nether Sect, and saved the entire Yunlan Domain from disaster.

Seeing that Luo Cheng's expression was different, Yu Lanxin changed her tone and continued:
"Don't worry, everything comes at a price. Although Blood Nether Sect disciples can unleash their potential and rapidly increase their strength, it comes at the cost of burning their lives. They generally don't live long. Even Awakening Meridian Realm experts and Great Power level experts often don't live to be a hundred years old. Many of them have already depleted their essence and blood and exhausted their life force by the time they are only in their forties or fifties."

Normally, experts at the Awakening Meridian Realm or Great Power Realm can live to around two hundred years old, but the disciples of the Blood Nether Sect don't even reach half that lifespan.

"This is the truly terrifying place."

Luo Cheng shook his head and said, "Think about it, what would a person do if they knew they wouldn't live long, yet possessed great strength?"

Yu Lanxin was slightly taken aback.

Luo Cheng continued, "They will definitely act recklessly, doing whatever they want, with no rules or reason to restrain them. Look at these Blood Nether Sect disciples, each one of them is bloodthirsty, ruthless, and fearless of death. If the Great Yue Dynasty falls into the control of the Blood Nether Sect, we will all be doomed..."

Upon hearing this, Yu Lanxin secretly took a breath; she hadn't thought of that.

She didn't even dare to imagine the consequences if the Luoxia Sect fell into the control of the Blood Nether Sect.

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"...

At this moment, another large wave of Blood Nether Cult disciples charged down from the mountaintop, numbering in the hundreds or thousands, each with an extremely powerful aura.

"Let's accept the challenge!"

Luo Cheng composed himself.

There's no use thinking about it now. The only thing to do is to improve our strength as much as possible, become stronger! Stronger! And even stronger!
Only in this way can we calmly cope with any changes in the future.

puff!

With sword intent emanating from him, Luo Cheng thrust out his sword, severing the head of a Blood Nether Sect disciple who was charging towards him, blood gushing from his neck.

call out!
With a flash, Luo Cheng rushed towards the most concentrated area of ​​the Blood Nether Sect, immersing himself in the slaughter and honing his killing sword intent.

brush brush...

By pushing the Shadow Step to its limit, Luo Cheng was only using basic sword moves, yet his entire body shimmered with sword light, and his sword moves became faster and faster. Each sword strike was as stunning as a gazelle leaping off a cliff, as unrestrained as a celestial horse soaring through the sky.

One after another, Blood Ghost Cult disciples fell, their wounds all in fatal places, each killed instantly by a single sword strike!

In the blink of an eye, Luo Cheng had already fought his way to the front, putting some distance between himself and the others.

Behind him lay the corpses of Blood Ghost Cult disciples lying haphazardly.

"Strange, even though it's the same basic sword move, I have a feeling that each of his sword strikes is faster and stronger than the last."

Zhu Lingmei stared at Luo Cheng's figure, her eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

boom!
Pang Yueyang blasted several Blood Nether Sect disciples to pieces and said nonchalantly, "It's just an illusion."

Luo Cheng's swordplay was indeed fierce, but in Pang Yueyang's eyes, no matter how fierce it was, it was just a basic sword move. Only Yu Lanxin's delicate brows furrowed slightly.

As a fellow quasi-swordsman who had grasped ninety percent of the rudimentary form of sword intent, she noticed many different things.

Zhu Lingmei's feeling was correct; the power of Luo Cheng's every sword strike was increasing.

This improvement was so subtle that only Yu Lanxin, who had fought Luo Cheng and was a quasi-swordsman, could vaguely perceive it.

"He actually comprehended sword intent during this great battle, and it seems he's even grasped something else. Just how terrifying is this guy's swordsmanship talent..."

Basic sword moves are, after all, basic sword moves; only sword intent can bring about a qualitative change in them!

This left Yu Lanxin speechless.

After grasping ninety percent of the initial form of sword intent, every step she took became incredibly difficult, while Luo Cheng progressed so effortlessly.

This disparity made it difficult for Yu Lanxin, who was usually calm and composed, to remain calm.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle...

Luo Cheng's figure was graceful and light; wherever his sword light touched, death was certain.

He didn't know how many swords he had drawn or how many people he had killed. But as time went by, his understanding of sword intent became clearer and clearer. It was as if there was only a thin veil between him and the perfected form of sword intent. As long as a gust of wind blew by, he could catch a glimpse of its true form!

With such tireless killing, Luo Cheng advanced rapidly, and before he knew it, he was less than a hundred meters away from the summit.

The summit of a mountain.

The entire summit looked as if it had been smashed apart by a single punch, leaving only a huge bowl-shaped crater.

In the center of the circular pit was a bottomless abyss, filled with ominous clouds and faintly shimmering blood-red light, like the gaping maw of a terrifying beast!
All around were steep cliffs, on which stood thousands of Blood Nether Sect disciples. Among them, more than ten had exceptionally powerful auras, each comparable to the top ten seed disciples, and some were even stronger than Wu Taiyue, who was ranked sixth on the Xuanhe Ranking!

"They're about to charge. Lord Tu ordered us to build this stronghold and create such a huge commotion. What's his plan?"

Everyone looked at the leader, a man in black with a scar on his face.

The scarred man in black shook his head: "How dare I question Lord Tu's orders? He only told us to hold this place at all costs and kill as many young geniuses as possible; he didn't say anything else."

A man in black turned and looked into the abyss, saying, "What's in there that even we're not allowed to go in?"

They were ordered to build this place, but none of them had ever entered the abyss, which made them very curious.

"Lord Tu has his reasons for giving this order. We should just follow orders. Why overthink it? Do you dare disobey?"

A gaunt-faced man in black with graying hair stepped forward and let out a cold laugh.

Upon hearing this, the others immediately fell silent, their faces showing surprise.

They had witnessed firsthand the consequences of disobeying Lord Tu; even death was a relief for them.

The withered man in black looked down the cliff and immediately noticed Luo Cheng; his eyes narrowed instantly.
"To have grasped ninety percent of the rudimentary form of sword intent at such a young age, what a sword genius! If he lives, he will undoubtedly be a stumbling block on our path to domination! Who will join me in killing him!"

"I go!"

"Hehe, add me to that list. I love nipping these young geniuses in the bud! Especially sword geniuses!"

Two men in black, both at the level of the top ten seed disciples, stepped forward.

(End of this chapter)