Fairy, listen to my explanation.

Chapter 722 Slaying a Half-Venerable

"boom!"

The aura of a half-saint realm cultivator suddenly erupted, the world turned dark, and a terrifying aura roared out. The robes of the half-saint realm alien were suddenly torn apart, and in an instant, it transformed into a colossal creature tens of feet tall.

Clearly, this alien half-saint, though arrogant, did not dare to be careless and revealed his true form as soon as he made his move.

This colossal creature resembled a crocodile, its body covered in hard scales, with veins of blood flowing like magma. With each breath it took, the air currents across the entire battlefield seemed to freeze.

"This mere formation is utterly insignificant under the power of my bloodline!"

Facing the sword light that stretched across the sky, the Crocodile-Headed Half-Saint sneered, his eyes flashing with a ferocious light.

"Ridiculous!"

Sword Master's white hair flew wildly, and the green sword in his hand emitted a dazzling cold light.

"Om..."

At the same time, the array above the city surged with light, and countless sword energies, like rivers flowing into the sea, poured into the sword shadow that stretched across the sky.

"cut!"

Sword Master roared and, facing the crocodile-headed half-saint who was rushing towards him, his green sword suddenly fell.

"boom!"

With his movement, the sword radiance condensed from countless sword intents crashed down, leaving cracks in the void wherever it passed.

"This is?!"

The crocodile-headed half-saint's pupils contracted, his expression one of astonishment, clearly not expecting that this seemingly flamboyant sword light would possess such power.

"A bluff, yes, it's definitely a bluff. He's just a mere half-saint among humans..."

The Crocodile-Headed Half-Saint grinned maliciously, his blood energy surging, and the scales on his body gleaming with a chilling luster. At this moment, he dared not hold back in the slightest.

"boom!"

The dazzling sword light crashed down, and the terrifying shockwave instantly lifted the ground below, turning countless pebbles into dust before they even hit the ground.

As the dazzling light faded, the crocodile-headed half-monarch stood frozen in mid-air. He slowly lowered his head and was horrified to find a hair-thin crack on his chest. His proud and indestructible scales had been easily cut open.

"No, it's impossible..."

The Crocodile-Headed Half-Saint murmured, and the next moment, his body was neatly split in two along the crack, the expression on his head forever frozen in unbelievable terror.

"Oh!"

Its massive body created a spray of blood in mid-air before crashing down.

As the crocodile-headed half-saint's body crashed to the ground, the entire world fell into a deathly silence. Countless powerful alien beings behind him stared blankly, a hint of terror unconsciously rising in their eyes.

Is this the power of the human race's formations?

A powerful half-saint realm expert with a strong bloodline was cut down by a single sword strike?!
Some of the alien races who had followed Yu Zun into the Wugu Domain for the first time suddenly felt a sense of retreat.

Is this really the most lowly blood offering they speak of?

"idiot!"

Wu Yuan's expression darkened, and a hint of apprehension appeared in his gaze as he looked at the Sword Master.

This guy is still as terrifying as he was hundreds of years ago. If it weren't for the Dao injury left in his body, he would probably be the most promising expert in the Tianfu Continent to reach the Venerable Realm.

"who is the next?"

The Sword Master's gaze swept across the land, his voice resounding throughout the heavens and earth. His sharp eyes fell upon the distant alien army, and his sword was raised high.

His imposing aura made it seem as if all he needed to do was to move his mind and point his sword at all enemies to be reduced to ashes!
"Wow!"

In stark contrast to the low morale of the alien army, the Tianfu cultivators in Nine Swords City were in high spirits, shouting out their voices that soared into the sky.

"Jian Jiu, you're at your last gasp. How many more times can you unleash that kind of attack?"

Wu Yuan slowly stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the Sword Master, and a cold voice quietly rang out. Upon hearing this, the previously demoralized alien army suddenly fell silent, and their gazes, filled with suspicion, turned towards the aged figure in the distance.

That attack was almost at the Dominator level. This human was only at the Half-Saint Realm. Even if the formation was profound, it was impossible for him to keep using such terrifying sword energy.
Why don't you come and give it a try?

Sword Master snorted coldly and did not bother to argue.

"Om..."

As his voice fell, the array light in Nine Swords City surged again, and wisps of sharp sword energy reappeared. In just a few breaths, a sword aura no weaker than before condensed in mid-air once more.

Wu Yuan's expression suddenly darkened.

He originally thought that no matter how strong the Sword Master was, that attack just now should have exhausted his strength. After all, even he felt the danger of falling in that sword light.

Unexpectedly, the latter, without saying a word, once again condensed such a powerful sword aura, leaving him in a dilemma.

Are we just going to retreat like this?
He was different from those other races, who didn't need to consider which side to stand on.

However, I am a heretical practitioner!

Retreating at this critical moment could be used as a pretext by other alien races to settle scores with him in the future.

"What? Wuyuan, don't you want to avenge your brother anymore?"

Sword Master snorted coldly and said.

Upon hearing this, Wu Yuan's expression darkened.

When the Great Qin Emperor was wreaking havoc in the Wugu Domain, Wu Ting was powerless to resist, and her city was completely annihilated.

Although Wu Yuan was furious, he was not foolish enough to seek revenge against the human emperor.

However, when the Sword Master publicly brought up his sore spot, Wu Yuan couldn't hide his anger for a moment.

"boom!"

Wu Yuan's face was gloomy. He took a step forward, and a wisp of black and red energy surged around him.

"Holy Power!"

"This evil cultivator has indeed received the favor of the Seven Jackal Sovereigns."

Upon seeing this, many of the alien races narrowed their eyes, and a look of greed spontaneously arose in their eyes.

For them, besides human blood offerings, malevolent energy is also a great tonic.

However, ordinary malevolent energy will only cause them to lose their minds. To absorb malevolent energy and enhance their bloodline, they need to be personally granted by a ruler-level being.

"Om..."

As the malevolent energy surged, Wu Yuan's face gradually contorted, a crimson hue appeared in his eyes, and the veins on his skin bulged, making him look exceptionally ferocious.

"You are no longer worthy of being called a human."

Sword Master's expression darkened, and he said in a cold voice.

The two half-saints behind him also tensed up, a cold glint appearing in their eyes.

"Human race?"

Wu Yuan scoffed, his face full of disdain, "Do you think I wanted this? If I also had the power of bloodline, I would have already reached the Venerable Realm!"

"Wow!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Yuan clenched his fist, and with a flick of his arm, a dark red curved blade emerged from the blood mist. A murderous aura surged along the blade, and countless distorted faces could be vaguely seen, their mouths agape in silent shrieks.

"Wu Yuan, today you will pay the price!"

Sword Master's eyes narrowed. There were several familiar faces on the blade. They were his comrades-in-arms who had fought alongside him. He never expected that Wu Yuan would not even spare their souls!

(End of this chapter)