Brother Who Determines the Fate of the Nation: My Great Emperor's Cultivation Level Exposed by

The immortal formed hand seals, his ten withered and blackened fingers twisting and turning in the air, each movement leaving a scarlet afterimage.

The runes on the Blood Sacrifice Array suddenly lit up.

The devouring force has arrived.

Without any warning, an invisible, immense force surged from the array patterns beneath their feet, firmly gripping every living person on the solitary peak.

Su Xuan's feet were instantly rooted to the ground, unable to move.

"ah--"

The first scream rang out from three steps to his left.

A handyman disciple squatted on the ground with his hands covering his head.

Less than two breaths later.

The servant disciple's body exploded, without any flesh flying everywhere. His entire body turned into a cloud of scarlet blood mist, which was absorbed by the array patterns beneath his feet.

The second one. The third one. The fourth one.

One after another, muffled explosions resounded on the solitary peak, filling the air with blood mist. Each cloud of blood mist was swallowed up by the great formation as soon as it formed, leaving not a single drop of blood on the ground.

Su Xuan's legs were shaking.

pain.

The pain seemed to drill into the very bones, to churn through the internal organs, and to tear apart every inch of flesh.

His knees buckled, and he knelt on one knee on the blood-soaked ground, his forehead covered in cold sweat that dripped down with the blood.

The screams around us gradually subsided.

It's not because the great formation stopped, but because there are fewer and fewer people who can call for help.

Su Xuan turned his head and saw empty clothes scattered all over the ground. On the stone peak that had just been crowded with two or three hundred people, there were less than ten people left alive.

Five.

Three.

An outer disciple knelt two zhang away from Su Xuan, his hands gripping the cracks in the ground so tightly that his fingernails were all turned up and his ten fingers were a bloody mess, while he kept shouting something.

"I don't want to die, I ...—"

A cloud of blood rose up.

It's quiet now.

On the entire isolated peak, only Su Xuan remained kneeling there.

The immortal looked down from mid-air, a hint of surprise appearing on his gaunt face.

"Still not dead?"

He tilted his head, his cloudy eyes darting around.

"With a useless spiritual root and a mortal body, the spiritual energy in the body is almost non-existent, and there is not enough blood energy for the great formation to draw from it, so they die the slowest."

He chuckled, his withered lips parting to reveal blackened tooth roots.

"It's alright, it's better to go slower, to suffer a little more before dying."

Su Xuan bit his tongue.

A sweet, metallic taste filled his mouth, and the intense stinging pain brought his scattered consciousness back together for a moment.

dead.

The word churned in his mind. All around him were empty clothes. In less than twenty breaths, three hundred living people had all turned into blood mist, leaving not even bone fragments behind.

He's next.

Sit here motionless, wait for your blood to be drained, wait for your flesh to burst open, wait for your consciousness to dissipate, and then become nourishment for the array patterns beneath your feet.

Not even a soul will remain.

Su Xuan's hand was still gripping the chipped iron sword, the hilt soaked in blood and so slippery that it was almost impossible to hold.

A face flashed through his mind.

She was round-faced, with a ponytail, and had two dimples when she smiled. She stood at the door of the rented house and shouted to him, "Brother, you're back!"

She's still waiting for him on Earth.

Three years have passed. She thought he was dead, but he wasn't. He had lived in this godforsaken place for three years, enduring three years of hardship, three years of beatings, and three years of testing poisons, all so that one day he could go back.

Are we going to die here?

To die in a place whose name isn't even worthy of that old man's remembrance?

He saw that directly below where the old man had been standing, the most densely packed array of patterns in the vortex was where all the blood rivers were converging.

That's the core of the formation!

He was less than twenty feet away.

Rush over there.

Insert the sword.

Whether or not we can break the formation is not important; what is important is—

"Old dog!"

"You think you can use me as a stepping stone? I'll bite off a piece of your flesh even if it kills me!"

His voice was hoarse, his throat was full of blood and foam, and every word he uttered was tinged with blood.

The immortal's smile froze in mid-air.

He looked down at the mortal covered in blood, swaying precariously, who hadn't even reached the Qi Refining stage. The mortal was dragging an injured leg and carrying a worn-out sword that was barely scrap metal, as he ran toward the core of the formation.

It's not fast.

The running speed of an ordinary person is not even considered a stroll in the eyes of a cultivator.

But the direction was right.

The direction that mortal rushed towards was the core of the formation.

The surprise on the immortal's face instantly turned into rage.

The Heaven-Defying Blood Sacrifice Array, meticulously planned over three hundred years, costing 4,732 lives and the destruction of two sects, was only activated for this one chance.

The array eye is the most vulnerable node in the entire array. If there is any external interference during its operation, even if a stone is thrown in, it may cause the array patterns to become disordered.

"Ants are courting death!"

The immortal figure moved.

A withered hand slapped Su Xuan's chest.

Click.

The sound of bones breaking. Not just one bone, but a whole piece.

Su Xuan's sternum shattered in the middle, at least four ribs broke, and bone fragments pierced his lungs. A mouthful of blood spurted three feet from his mouth.

He was sent flying.

At a distance of twenty zhang, his body tumbled twice in the air before crashing heavily onto the edge of the array's center, his back slamming into a protruding array stone next to the blood pool.

Another sound of bones breaking.

A sharp, dull pain shot through his spine, and Su Xuan instantly lost feeling in his legs, collapsing onto the edge of the blood pool, unable to move.

Su Xuan tilted his head to one side, his vision blurred, and he could only see the churning pool of blood in front of him. The dark red liquid swirled in the pool, emitting a strong, suffocating stench.

The key to the formation is right there.

Two steps.

His legs were immobile, but his hands could still move.

Su Xuan's fingers gripped the crack in the stone ground, his nails splitting open, and he dragged it forward half an inch.

The immortal descended from above, standing three zhang away from Su Xuan, looking down at the mortal who was still crawling forward.

"He does have some backbone."

He raised his hand, and a ball of crimson spiritual energy condensed at his withered fingertips, ready to deliver the final blow.

In that very instant.

The great formation beneath their feet suddenly trembled.

The scarlet array patterns suddenly lit up, more than ten times brighter than before. The ground of the entire Qingyun Sect trembled violently, the mountain behind the sect cracked open, and huge rocks collapsed from the mountain wall.

The dark red liquid in the blood pool instantly boiled and surged upwards. A beam of blood-red light shot up from the pool, piercing the sky and tearing a huge hole in the blood-red clouds overhead.

The immortal's hand stopped.

He turned to look at the array patterns beneath his feet, a flicker of shock crossing his gaunt face, which quickly turned into ecstasy.

The rhythm of the array pattern changed, from the previous frantic absorption to a regular pulsation. Each pulsation compressed and condensed a massive amount of blood energy towards the center of the array.

It became.

The essence and blood of 4,732 people have been fully gathered, the resentment-inducing agent is full, and the great formation has entered the final body-forging stage.

The immortal threw his head back and laughed, his withered body trembling in the bloody light, his arms outstretched, his thin fingers clenching spasmodically in the air.

"The grand formation is complete! The Asura Body is mine!"