Chapter 118: Bloodshed Erupts, Shocking the Entire Scene!
The entire auction house had turned into complete chaos.
Breath surged, killing intent soared, and in the blink of an eye, over a hundred people had met their end, becoming sacrifices for the Holy Spirit’s Death Silence Great Formation.
In this fierce battle, only the strong could protect themselves, just like You Jingfeng.
With just a glance, he forced back the approaching Semi-Sage strong opponents, leading everyone to guess that this old man had definitely reached the peak level of Semi-Sage.
Since he had no intention of snatching anything, others chose to ignore him.
Soon, the contest evolved into an uncontrollable melee.
Some even forgot the purpose of the fight, becoming infected by the killing intent and attacking those around them madly.
They fought for the sake of fighting, for revenge, for robbery, for slaughter!
In an instant, blood surged into the sky, mingling with spiritual energy in the void.
The intensity was nearly enough to ignite the space.
“Hahaha… kill to your heart’s content; you will all eventually meet death!”
Zhao Wutian looked down from above, trembling with excitement.
“Don’t you think you can successfully activate the Great Formation with the blood of these people?”
Tunyuan Demon Marshal’s mocking voice interrupted Zhao Wutian’s laughter.
“You clearly know that to activate it, one must sacrifice loved ones; your Heavenly Dao Mansion is ultimately going to become a sacrifice!”
“So what?”
Zhao Wutian sneered, his face filled with disdain.
“You think I would feel pity? It is an honor for all of them to help me ascend to the Great Dao!”
Hearing this, Tunyuan felt a jolt of fear. This guy was even more ruthless than the Demonic Race.
“Lord Demon Sovereign, this person cannot be left alive.”
He transmitted a message to Tuntian Demon Sovereign.
“Rest assured, once it’s done, I will have my measures!”
Tuntian Demon Sovereign stood up and glanced at Zhao Wutian.
“There’s one more thing that must be reconfirmed; that brat, does he really have the strength of a Sage?”
“What do you mean?” Zhao Wutian frowned unconsciously.
“Just being cautious. If you care about it, treat it as if I didn’t say anything.”
“Hmph… are you trying to provoke me? Then I will just pretend to be tricked once!”
Zhao Wutian coldly snorted, believing it necessary to probe Zhou Tong once again.
Quickly, he took out a piece of sound transmission jade amulet and gave instructions to the people below.
After receiving the message, the old servant nodded repeatedly, a wicked smile appearing on his face.
“Everyone, don’t you want to obtain the Yin-Yang Body?”
As soon as he spoke, he kicked out, sending the Dark Ice flying toward the direction of Room One.
This action immediately attracted everyone’s attention.
Several bloodthirsty cultivators from the Cycle Realm, heedless of danger, launched a tremendous attack towards that direction!
“Boom!”
The Dark Ice was sent flying by the shockwave, and the attacks from a few people struck with precision, crashing directly into Room One.
The room collapsed in an instant, revealing Zhou Tong and the Little Demoness as they flew out, leaving the Ming Gold Cabinet buried under the rubble.
As long as they stayed inside, no one could disturb Mu Ran Ya.
Seeing Zhou Tong emerge, many felt a jolt of energy and turned their attention towards him.
The might of a Sage was not to be provoked; if Zhou Tong had truly reached that level, the attackers wouldn’t be spared.
At this moment, it was a crisis; if Zhou Tong could not prove his strength, he would face a grim fate.
Indeed, he did not disappoint everyone; he immediately took action, unleashing a spirit talisman.
This was a talisman infused with Mu Ran Ya’s spiritual power, a true ninth-grade spirit talisman.
Though Zhou Tong’s spiritual power was unmatched, it was extremely unstable, and once made into a ninth-grade talisman, its power would quickly dissipate, making it difficult to exert true effectiveness.
In contrast, the stable spiritual power of a Sage would better meet the needs of crafting a ninth-grade talisman.
“Spirit Seal 90… Black Coffin!”
Under the terrified gazes of the Cycle Realm cultivators, a black coffin abruptly appeared, enveloping them all.
Screams pierced the heavens, and as the black coffin shattered, only a pile of shattered flesh remained, no human forms intact.
“Shh…”
Everyone inhaled sharply, feeling a chill run down their spines.
In a single move, he annihilated five Cycle Realm cultivators; this was undoubtedly the technique of a Sage!
It wasn’t over yet; Zhou Tong’s gaze swept across, locking onto the servant who had caused trouble.
“You… what do you want?”
The old man’s face turned pale, his teeth chattering wildly.
“This is an auction; you can’t attack the staff!”
Zhou Tong couldn’t be bothered to banter; with one hand, he exerted force to pull the servant over, accurately gripping his neck.
“Spare me… I didn’t mean it.”
“Don’t talk; your soul will tell me everything.”
Zhou Tong placed his other hand on the servant’s crown and activated the Soul Search Technique.
“Ahhh…”
The old man twisted in agony, emitting sounds akin to ghostly wails.
This pain, originating from the soul, was beyond what a fleshly body could endure.
Moments later, Zhou Tong’s lips curled into a chilling smile.
“I know now… you deserve to die!”
Before the eyes of the crowd, he began the slaughter.
The hand pressing against the crown suddenly exerted force, causing the servant to let out a short, pained cry.
Under everyone’s fearful gaze, the servant’s body began to shrivel.
From seven feet to four feet, down to less than one foot, ultimately becoming as thin as paper, held tightly in Zhou Tong’s grasp.
“Drip, drip…”
Crimson blood oozed from the gaps between Zhou Tong’s fingers, sounding like thunder, striking fear into the hearts of everyone present.
When Zhou Tong opened his palm, the old man was completely gone, utterly evaporated from existence.
“Is there anyone who wants to give it a try?”
The youth’s gaze swept outwards, and no one dared to meet his eyes.
A Semi-Sage strong warrior, merely a moment too slow, was struck by a mental shock, feeling as if his head was splitting.
“It’s confirmed; he is a true Sage. What else do you have to say?”
Zhao Wutian, witnessing everything, coldly spoke to Tuntian Demon Sovereign.
The Demon Sovereign remained silent, unable to respond.
“Isn’t your Devil King here yet? The Great Formation is about to activate. If he’s not here, our plan will be ruined.”
“Don’t worry… I still have a trump card to handle everything!”
The Demon Sovereign gritted his teeth, pulling out a crystal skull.
“What is this…?”
Zhao Wutian was shocked, sensing powerful forbidden energy from it.
“Don’t be afraid; this thing is useless against you.”
The Demon Sovereign said, “This is the Ten Thousand Demons Locking Holy Skull; it can only target Sage-level warriors. Once activated, it can cause a Sage’s cultivation to drop within half an hour!”
“Good, good, good!”
Zhao Wutian was overjoyed; with this, there was no way they could fail. Half an hour was more than enough for him!
At that moment, a figure suddenly burst out from Room Two, charging towards the Yin-Yang Body encased in Dark Ice.
“Don’t think you can succeed!”
The crowd erupted in anger, and several Semi-Sage level strong warriors attacked Mo Liushu directly.
“Hmph!”
Mo Liushu, undaunted, produced a scepter in her hand, lightly waving it to dissolve everyone’s attacks into nothingness.
“The Yin-Yang Body, I shall take it!”
She proclaimed haughtily, pocketing the Dark Ice into her spatial ring.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Wutian licked his lips, revealing a bloodthirsty expression.
The prelude was over; the main show was about to begin!
