Chapter 532 - 240: The Demon Dragon Demon God’s Terrifying and Ruthless Methods

Blood Pattern Ancestor stared fixedly at Lu Wenwu amidst the battle array, feeling an indescribable emotion.

Hatred?

Anger?

Killing Intent?

Fear?

Maybe a bit of everything, or perhaps not too much of anything.

In fact, Blood Pattern Ancestor was not entirely sure why he harbored such immense killing intent towards Lu Wenwu, an extraterrestrial demon.

Just as he was unclear why the Armored Tribe’s innate hatred for demon beasts originated.

It seemed to be an innate aversion, an extreme destructive desire towards all other creatures except the Armored Tribe.

The last time he heard of an extraterrestrial demon’s arrival, that demon race seemed to be called... Celestial Fire?

Heh...

But surely that Celestial Fire Demon God was not as powerful as the one claiming to be Violent Dragon before his eyes.

For the first time in the known history of the Armored Tribe, an extraterrestrial demon broke through the cultivation limit and reached the realm of a Demon God.

In the eyes of Blood Pattern Ancestor, Lu Wenwu still appeared the same as before.

With a chillingly excited smile on his face, as if witnessing something tremendously joyous, he punched towards the thousands of sword lights shooting out.

Each sword light, capable of piercing a Nascent Soul cultivator’s body, seemed as fragile as dry branches before him.

Whether it was the sword light itself, the sword Qi entwined around it, or the various sword intents contained within, they all shattered ruthlessly upon contact with his body.

Like a marble spear stabbing into a solid tower shield, shattering crisply and swiftly, unable to achieve the expected lethality!

What made Blood Pattern Ancestor feel both anxious and furious was that Lu Wenwu had just one action from start to finish.

Punch!

Punch!

Punch again!

Shatter everything before him!

Unable to break through for a long time, Blood Pattern Ancestor’s expression gradually turned hideous.

In terms of spiritual power accumulation, I admit extraterrestrial demons have an innate advantage.

Our world is small, spiritual Qi is not abundant, and those who can break the mirror are exceptional, barely reaching the highest realm with the weakest foundation possible.

But we’ve formed a grand array, sharing spiritual power, definitely not losing out to your accumulation!

In terms of divine sense, unable to advance in cultivation, I honed day and night, just to refine my divine sense to be more robust and powerful.

In terms of magical artifacts, our Armored Tribe has a natural advantage, being born artifact refining masters, specializing in this Dao for tens of thousands of years!

In terms of arrays, our Armored Tribe is united as one, the connection between bloodlines and psychic power allows us to maximize our advantage in unity, far surpassing a lone fighter like you.

In terms of battle intent and thinking, our Armored Tribe is a natural warrior race, engaged in endless life-and-death struggles with demon beasts daily, possessing the essence of martial battle and talent for slaughter passed down for tens of thousands of years.

Our Armored Tribe is born for battle, born for slaughter, how could we be inferior to you, an extraterrestrial demon only knowing how to harden physique and bloodline inheritance magic!

"I, Jia Wulei, will lead you today, becoming the first Armored Race cultivator to cut down a Divinity Transformation Stage extraterrestrial demon!"

Blood Pattern Ancestor shouted loudly, and another Lifebound Magical Treasure unexpectedly flew out from within his dantian.

A flying sword, shimmering in cyan and white.

The blazing fire entwined on the flying sword, which expanded in the wind after leaving the dantian, swiftly transforming into a super giant sword tens of meters long.

Hundreds of flying swords forming the sword array seemed to have found their backbone, swiftly dispersing the sword array, swirling and darting around the cyan and white giant sword like birds following a Military Lord.

Hundreds of flying swords simultaneously erupted into crisp sword cries, and sword Qi pierced through the heavens and earth!

"Everyone, witness this day!"

"Great Wind Cloud Blood Sword!"

The war shadow above reflected the aged face of Blood Pattern Ancestor, imbued with tremendous battle intent, and for the first time, Lu Wenwu could see the opponent’s face clearly.

The next moment, across the entire war shadow and the cyan-white giant sword, innumerable blood-colored threads suddenly emerged.

These threads rapidly gathered and formed, weaving into intricate blood patterns.

One of Blood Pattern Ancestor’s signature ultimate skills—the Great Wind Cloud Blood Sword.

Wind follows the dragon, clouds accompany the tiger.

The faintly blood-colored dragon and tiger phantoms slowly formed in the air, as fierce gales arose, turning clouds into whirlwinds.

Blood Pattern Ancestor spent nearly the entire latter half of his life perfecting this move.

In his vision, it required at least a late-stage Divinity Transformation cultivation and spiritual power reserves at least ten times greater to master this move perfectly.

However, even without reaching the pinnacle he envisioned, he did not think Lu Wenwu could withstand it.

Why should a demon beast only knowing body refining compete?

Why should the swordsmanship I forged thoroughly be inferior to your body?

The blood patterns on the Great Wind Cloud Blood Sword suddenly lit up.

The extremely pure wind attribute sword intent, fused with the killing and fury of countless Armored Tribe cultivators, blended with the life blood of Blood Pattern Ancestor.

"Slash!"

Blood Pattern Ancestor’s war shadow clasped his hands, right hand suddenly forming a sword finger and thrusting forward.

The Great Wind Cloud Blood Sword instantly transformed into a stream of light, shooting out with unimaginable speed.

This was speed taken to the extreme, truly like lightning.

The fierce wind howled, blood clouds gathered.

This flying sword, almost entirely condensed from sword intent, spanned several kilometers in an instant, fiercely colliding with Lu Wenwu’s fist.

In that moment, there was no sound in the world.

The speed of both attacks had exceeded the speed of sound manyfold, as did the aftermath of their collision.

The Overlord Fist released light and heat like the sun, carrying Lu Wenwu’s indomitable will and exceptionally tough flesh, smashing down heavily, contending with Blood Pattern Ancestor’s Great Wind Cloud Blood Sword momentarily, until vast patterns of light and impact were fully unleashed.