Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Inside the Dragon's Roar Hall, a scene of carnage unfolded.

Deep within the hall, before the stone platform, the ground was covered in blood and shattered bones, a sight that chilled the heart.

The brutal slaughter continued relentlessly, having already persisted for a full two hours.

"He's finished! Let's keep attacking and drag him to his death!"

The arrogant youth from the擎山 Sword Sect was covered in blood, yet his spirit remained high.

From the 擎山 Sword Sect, he was the only one still alive.

Adding up the survivors from the other factions, there were only about twenty people remaining.

The rest lay prostrate, fallen in pools of blood.

"Everyone, why aren't you attacking? Do you still want to give him a chance to breathe?"

The arrogant youth's face was gloomy as he looked at the blood and corpses scattered across the ground, saying, "We've paid a heavy price. Are we going to fail at the last moment?"

"Why don't you go?"

The direct disciple of the 風雲 Sect gasped for breath. Two hours of continuous fighting had severely depleted his energy. If he hadn't taken pills to replenish his losses, he would have been too weak to stand long ago.

So many had died in the slaughter.

But they were very clear that 君无邪, in his current state, still had the strength to take a few more down with him.

Whoever charged forward first would become one of those sacrifices!

"Among us, you're the most cunning! You've been hiding in the back the whole time, never fighting him head-on. Even now, you can still maintain peak condition. It's infuriating! What right do you have to order us forward?"

"Shut your mouth! What 擎山 Sword Sect? Now, you're just someone from a dominant force. I don't care!"

…

The eyes of the direct disciples from the various factions were filled with madness.

They only formed a semicircle, half-surrounding 君无邪, and for a time, they didn't attack again.

"He's bleeding, and it's hard to stop. His physical wounds are very serious! We don't need to attack. We just need to wait, and he will fall on his own!"

The only surviving direct disciple of the 大河 Sword Sect said coldly.

"Hahaha! Are you all just going to flap your gums? Come at me if you have the guts!"

君无邪 retreated to the stone platform, his body swaying.

This time, he was pushing his combat potential to the limit, and he still hadn't used the Primordial Disassembly.

Of the hundred or so enemies, only about twenty remained now.

These twenty were naturally the most talented and had the strongest combat power among their peers; otherwise, they wouldn't have survived until now.

Each of these people was at the peak of genius level, and some were even quasi-kings not weaker than 南山必胜王, like the arrogant youth from the 擎山 Sword Sect.

"Want to drag us down with you? Do you think we're stupid?" The direct disciple of the 大河 Sword Sect sneered, "I really didn't expect you to grow to this point. How long has it been? Fortunately, you're doomed to die today; otherwise, you would become a nightmare for my 大河 Sword Sect in the future!"

"君无邪, do you still want to resist stubbornly?" The 風雲 Sect's direct disciple sneered, "Your physical body is too severely injured now. Unless you sit down and heal immediately, but you have no chance to heal, so your body will continue to bleed. We'll just watch you bleed to death. When that happens, taking your life will be as easy as turning your hand over!"

"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."

君无邪 gasped for breath, took out a large handful of Great Spirit Pills, and stuffed them directly into his mouth.

"Hahaha, are Great Spirit Pills useful? These are just cultivation resources, not healing resources. Even if we gave you Lesser Restoration Pills now, you can't heal wholeheartedly, so they're useless!"

…

The crowd surrounded him without attacking, only using words to disturb his mind, trying to stimulate the blood within his body and worsen his injuries.

君无邪 wasn't in a hurry to attack either. He was indeed very weak now, and he needed some time to recover without using the Primordial Disassembly.

Although his body was constantly bleeding, it wasn't fatal to him.

What he lacked most now was energy replenishment.

His body swayed slightly as he stood on the stone platform and casually grabbed the Azure-Gold Battle Spear stuck there, waiting for the Great Spirit Pills he had taken to restore his energy consumption.

His hand, holding the Azure-Gold Battle Spear, was dripping with blood.

Golden blood flowed slowly along the grooves of the dragon pattern engraved on the spear, all the way to the spear tip embedded in the stone platform.

At this moment, the dragon pattern on the spear suddenly lit up with a dazzling light.

The Azure-Gold Battle Spear began to tremble, emitting metallic vibrations, and even the stone platform shook along with it.

君无邪 was shocked, feeling the blood within his body uncontrollably surging toward his palm, being sucked into the spear shaft.

The blood energy he had just recovered was instantly sucked dry.

He only felt a darkness before his eyes, his body staggering, almost unable to stand steady.

"Quick! Stop him!"

The direct disciples of the various factions witnessed this scene, their eyes instantly turning red.

"This is a weapon recognizing its master. If we don't stop it, none of us will get it!"

For a time, the direct disciples all went crazy, launching fierce attacks.

君无邪's heart sank.

He wanted to pull his hand back, but no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.

The Azure-Gold Battle Spear had firmly attached his hand to it and was continuously and frantically devouring his blood energy.

The dragon pattern on the spear was lifelike, as if it had come to life, as if it was about to awaken.

At this moment, the attacks of the direct disciples arrived, sword energy, palm prints, and fist imprints all blasting toward him.

君无邪's pupils contracted, and he decisively used the Primordial Disassembly.

But just as he was about to activate the Primordial Disassembly, the Azure-Gold Battle Spear hummed, and the dragon pattern on it directly detached from the spear shaft, transforming into an azure dragon.

The dragon body, as if cast from Azure-Gold, was full of power.

The azure dragon shuttled around the stone platform, its tail swaying.

With a boom.

All the attacking methods of the direct disciples were shattered, and they were blasted away by the overbearing force, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood after landing.

"How could this be!"

The arrogant youth from the 擎山 Sword Sect's face was extremely gloomy. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth fiercely and said, "We must break through that illusionary azure dragon and interrupt the process of recognizing its master; otherwise, once he masters this spear, we will have no hope!"

"Attack!"

His words were agreed upon by everyone, and they all attacked the azure dragon.

The azure dragon shuttled, its dragon roar deafening.

The body, as if cast from Azure-Gold, was like immortal divine gold. No matter how the crowd attacked, it was difficult to shake it even slightly.

Seeing this scene, 君无邪 immediately gave up his plan to use the Primordial Disassembly.

However, the speed at which the Azure-Gold Battle Spear was devouring blood energy was too fierce.

It made his eyes blacken, his brain dizzy, and he felt as if the world was spinning. He was almost completely exhausted.

"Are you recognizing a master, or are you simply greedy for my blood energy?"

君无邪 quickly took out a massive amount of Great Spirit Pills with his free hand, frantically stuffing them into his mouth as if eating candy beans.

At the same time, he forcibly condensed the remaining blood energy in his body to assist in refining and activated the Primordial Golden Body Art, converting it into life blood energy.

In this way, he felt that the rate at which his blood energy was being depleted slowed down a lot.

However, even though it had slowed down, the blood energy was still constantly being depleted.

The life blood energy converted from the massive amount of Great Spirit Pills simply couldn't keep up with the speed at which the Azure-Gold Battle Spear was devouring it.

He immediately took out all the spirit weapons below the three-star level.

While frantically taking Great Spirit Pills, he condensed weapon fire to smelt weapons.

With the dual approach of replenishment, the speed of acquiring blood energy finally kept pace with the speed at which the Azure-Gold Battle Spear was devouring it, and there was even a slight surplus.

However, he didn't dare to relax at all.

As long as he relaxed slightly, the blood energy in his body would be depleted immediately!

The Azure-Gold Battle Spear was like a bottomless black hole, never to be filled.

君无邪 didn't even remember how many Great Spirit Pills he had taken.

Before the stone platform, the direct disciples of the various factions were still frantically attacking the azure dragon, their eyes filled with madness.

The temptation of a nine-star spirit weapon was enough to make them disregard their lives.

君无邪 was also anxious now.

The Azure-Gold Battle Spear showed no signs of stopping at all, and he didn't know when it would stop devouring.

He had tried to break free several times, but his palm was firmly attached to it.

He took out all the storage rings he had obtained from killing his opponents, but there were no more Great Spirit Pills inside.

Now, the spirit pills were gone, and only the last two spirit weapons below the three-star level remained.

What to do?

It was very difficult for him to smelt weapons above the three-star level now. He was afraid that he would be sucked into a dried corpse before he finished smelting!