Chapter 957: Chapter 316: Primordial Spirit Turns into Blade!

The Legend of Blade God!

_3 Chapter 957: Chapter 316: Primordial Spirit Turns into Blade!

The Legend of Blade God!

_3 The distance of three to five hundred li was not particularly long for Su Changkong’s Primordial Spirit.

The Primordial Spirit moved continuously, so fast that it seemed to shuttle through the void, reaching any location within a thousand li of Su Changkong in a thought!

“Not good!”
Hong Mantian’s heart suddenly pounded wildly, knowing that the scythe of death had descended.

But it was not just her who was outmatched; even Wang Zhongqiu, who was far stronger than her, was powerless to resist the attack of the Primordial Spirit.

“Hiss!”
A flash of golden blade light severed Hong Mantian’s head from her neck, with blood gushing upward like a waterfall hanging inverted.

A strike that killed instantly!

“The Wang Zhongqiu and Hong Mantian of the Ancient Demon Sect have had their life essences dissipated…

They’ve been slain by the Blade God!”

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A single Wang Zhongqiu was already more than they could handle, and among the Divine Seed Martial Saints of the Ancient Holy Country, he was considered elite, highly distinguished, and originated from a major sect.

Yet he was slaughtered like an animal by the Blade God!

“Blade God.”
At that moment, Xia Yanlong, Xia Yanyi, and the others all showed a respectful demeanor, seeing a flash of golden light in the sky where a little golden person sat cross-legged in the air.

“Blade God, thank you for your help.

Our Xia Yan family is forever grateful,” Xia Yanlong said sincerely, grateful beyond measure.

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If not for the ‘Blade God,’ their family would have faced complete destruction today!

Su Changkong said indifferently, “No need to thank me.

This matter arose because of my disciple.

Should your Xia Yan family face any dangers in the future, I will assist.”
Upon hearing this, joy erupted in the eyes of Xia Yanlong and others, understanding what this meant.

Having the promise that the ‘Blade God’ would intervene if their family faced danger, the Xia Yan family would flourish for many years without fretting over potential disaster!

Anyone wishing to act against them would have to consider whether they could withstand the ‘Blade God’s’ wrath!

“Goodbye then.”
The little golden figure in the sky flashed, quickly disappearing with the bodies of Wang Zhongqiu and Hong Mantian into the horizon.

“Elder Blade truly is extraordinary, to be noticed by such a powerful being and become his disciple!”
Xia Yanlong watched the gradually settling sky and couldn’t help but sigh.

A pale-faced Xia Yanyi felt fervent, “I hope one day I can also become such a powerful beingaEUR|”
Today’s events would undoubtedly shake the Great Flame Empire, even the Nine Human Nations.

The experts from the Ancient Demon Sect came seeking revenge, but ended up all being slain by a mysterious and inscrutable powerful being ‘Blade God’, who had perfected his Primordial Spirit!

Xia Yanjie breathed a sigh of relief, still feeling shaken, “Fortunately, we notified Elder Blade, it must have been he who summoned his master ‘Blade God’.”
Xia Yanjie initially heard that the opposition had come seeking revenge on Su Changkong, which was why he decided to immediately notify Su Changkong, and he was grateful that he had done so, otherwise today the Xia Yan family would definitely have suffered a great misfortune!

Little did everyone know, the so-called ‘Blade God’ didn’t exist at all; the one who came to slay Wang Zhongqiu and Hong Mantian was none other than Su Changkong himself!

Nor would anyone guess that Wang Zhongqiu, though from a major sect and an elite entering saint, was slain by a saint warrior from a minor country!

In a desolate forest nearly a thousand li away from Great Flame City, Su Changkong sat cross-legged, his golden Primordial Spirit swiftly returned, sinking back into his Seamed of Consciousness through his forehead.

“Indeed, this Ancient Holy Country is a place where powerful beings abound, that Wang Zhongqiu was so strong that within the bounds of the Nine Nations, no martial artist could surpass him…

except me!”
Su Changkong opened his eyes, looking at the two bodies brought back by his Primordial Spirit, he was also astonished.

Wang Zhongqiu’s death by Su Changkong’s hand was not due to his weakness, but because Su Changkong’s Primordial Spirit was too abnormal!

Below the Divine Body, hardly anyone could withstand the might of the Primordial Spirit!

Even though Su Changkong’s Primordial Spirit had only undergone metamorphosis recently!

Wang Zhongqiu, who had cultivated three Divine Skills and whose body housed three Divine Seeds laden with numerous Divine Patterns, had up to fifty-seven Divine Patterns on his strongest Divine Seed.

It’s noteworthy that Su Changkong’s Turtle Breath Technique, due to its delayed but potent release, started a Divine Seed with ten Divine Patterns, significantly fewer compared to Wang Zhongqiu’s even weakest Divine Seed.

The fundamental reason was that Su Changkong had only recently entered saint realm, and being in the remote Nine Nations, there simply weren’t enough cultivation resources to support rapid progression for an entering saint warrior!

“Now that things here are settled, it’s time to head to the Ancient Holy Country.”
Su Changkong looked forward to a broader world in his heart!

“This trip has been very rewarding!”
Su Changkong then looked at the bodies on the ground, feeling quite pleased.

These two, who had traveled thousands of miles to this place, were truly like sending charcoal in snowy weather.

Right now, Su Changkong was quite poor; previously, to nurture his Blade Soul, he had ‘turned stone to gold’ with ninety percent of his treasures.

Both Hong Mantian and Wang Zhongqiu were three-layer Heavens entering saints, possessing no fewer than six Divine Seeds each, not to mention other treasures they carried, making it a truly bountiful harvest!