Between the blood suns, the crimson leaderboard floated as a hundred pillars of light converged on a single mountain peak.
Countless beings surged from all directions like a great wave, sweeping toward the center...
The sound of the tide roared.
The shouts were overwhelming.
From a distance, the scene was a blur, a world of blood filled with a dense, black mass of people.
The spectators who had lost their cultivation couldn't see what kind of scenes were unfolding within at all.
The only thing they could see was the number for the first-place spot on the floating leaderboard, which was jumping frantically...
Every jump of the digits heralded the fading of a life.
Yes.
Even if they couldn't see it...
They could imagine it.
Bai Mang.
He was in a killing frenzy.
As the pillars of light shooting into the sky were thrown into one place, several merging into one, they also understood that those guys on the rankings...
They weren't dead.
But their end likely wasn't much better than death.
"Is he really that fierce?"
"He can actually hold out against this..."
"But how much longer can he hold out?"
In the chaotic battlefield, the beings of all races had also gone mad. They crowded together, trampling over one another as they charged up the hillside.
They didn't care what the situation was up there.
Nor did anyone care if Bai Mang was dead or not.
There was only one goal in their eyes: that most prominent pillar of light. If they reached it and gave him a single strike, they would be number one.
Reason had been completely drowned out by the current environment.
Desire had seized their bodies.
The mood was set, and they were already there, so they had to give it their all. They roared to bolster their courage, performing a fearless charge.
On that mountain peak, batches of people fell, blood flowed like a river, and corpses piled up, causing the mountain to rise bit by bit...
That massive skull was already nearly half-buried in the pile of corpses.
Xu Xian was still killing, deep in a slaughtering frenzy.
While he was killing, he also found time to knock out all those who charged the fastest and those with higher original realms, binding them with chains and throwing them all into the skull.
Sometimes when he was too busy...
He simply severed their hand and foot tendons before tossing them inside.
Of course.
In the heat of the moment, he occasionally and accidentally cut down a target when caught off guard.
There was no time for regret.
Because there were simply too many people.
Dense and packed.
Boundless and endless.
An unceasing stream.
His long hair was soaked with blood, and the clothes on his body had shredded into rags, with fresh crimson dripping from his mystic black battle armor.
Scars from blades and swords covered the armor.
On his body...
Blade wounds and sword wounds were mixed and densely interlaced, yet they healed rapidly in silence.
In the Emperor's Tomb, a chaotic battle was not a first for him.
During the platform struggle on the first day...
He had slaughtered his way in and out seven times.
During the six days he swept through the Emperor's Tomb, the Six Schools, Three Sects, Eight Tribes of the East Desolation, and the various demons of the North Sea had all been tormented by him.
Every time, he had faced thousands or tens of thousands of people alone.
Yet not once had he been injured.
But in this battle...
He was wounded.
Among these people, some could break his defense, and there was more than one.
Xu Xian didn't panic.
They could break his defense, but they couldn't kill him.
Under the feedback from the sword embryo, his acquired sword body could heal at an extremely fast speed. As long as he protected a few vital areas and didn't let his origin be damaged, he wouldn't die.
He just felt his hands were a bit sore and his eyes a bit dry.
His ears were a bit noisy.
His mind was a bit cluttered.
And his hostility was a bit heavy...
He was very annoyed. More than once, he wanted to summon the Sword Tower to awe everyone.
More than once, he wanted to pull out the Old Tortoise and the stone stele to crush them all to death.
To take out the Bixu Mirror and summon a great river to drown them...
He had many ways to finish them off.
But Xu Xian still held back.
He knew very well...
The Twilight Emperor must be watching. The more it was like this, the more he had to stay steady and not lose his cool.
He hadn't reached the point of exhaustion yet, so there was no need to expose himself and risk inviting even greater trouble.
"All of you, die."
"Every last one of you, die for me."
"You..."
"You..."
"And you..."
"All of you, get into my bowl..."
...................
How many immortal swords were there in the world? How many sets of immortal armor were there?
And among these juniors, how many could possess them?
Ordinary heaven weapon armor was like cutting vegetables under Xu Xian's sword, not to mention the youth's strength was as immense as a bull's...
Even if some geniuses or holy maidens had received immortal armor bestowed by their ancestors, so what?
He'd still knock them out.
Then strip it off you.
Whether you were male or female.
Whether you were human or beast.
Xu Xian was never picky.
As for the ordinary disciples, they were as weak as ants; he could skewer several with a single sword strike...
Furthermore.
Those who had lost their cultivation could only use their physical strength during a chaotic melee. A small mountain peak was crowded with people.
Even if a million beings charged, what of it?
Could they all fit?
Could they even stand?
The so-called Universal Crusade Against the Demon was nothing more than a grand-scale wheel battle.
As long as Xu Xian's strength didn't run out, it was impossible for him to fall.
And with those somewhat capable geniuses being caught or killed, no one was left to threaten Xu Xian's life.
He fought even more crazily and unscrupulously.
Corpses piled up.
The youth stood atop the mound of bodies as the crowds surged, one after another climbing the pile only to become part of it, a cycle that repeated over and over...
Inside the skull behind him, those geniuses who had long been bound and brought there listened to the commotion outside and watched as one blood-covered person after another was thrown in.
Their feelings were complicated.
Their thoughts were a mess.
Their expressions were dazed.
Originally...
When they heard the commotion outside, they thought that this wicked Bai Mang was finally going to get his comeuppance.
But as time passed and the killing shouts continued, they slowly realized something was wrong.
Everything seemed to be moving in the opposite direction of what they had envisioned.
Something was wrong, very wrong.
Why were they all ending up in here?
And by the looks of it, they were being beaten even more miserably than when they themselves had been brought in...
First came joy.
Then disappointment.
Gradually, despair.
They were unwilling to accept it...
Yet as one world-renowned figure after another joined them, their hearts became inexplicably calm, even feeling somewhat relieved and full of schadenfreude.
They felt relieved that they hadn't been as miserable as these newcomers at the start.
They felt schadenfreude because these people had also ended up here. Everyone who should have come had come.
Once they got out...
No one would be able to laugh at anyone else.
They felt it was actually quite good; it couldn't be that they were the only unlucky ones.
Chi Ji woke up in a daze, her head feeling fuzzy. She rubbed her temples and looked around, trying hard to remember something...
She had told Bai Mang to run?
And then...
Bai Mang had knocked her out.
She shook her head, feeling only resentment. After all, it wasn't the first time she had been knocked out, so she was used to it.
However...
Why did it seem like there were more people in this bone bowl? And some, though lying on the ground like dead men, still had crimson light pillars rising from them.
She was still a bit bewildered.
The noisy killing shouts, the shaking bone bowl, and the people constantly falling from the sky.
As well as her own confusion.
She struggled to climb to the top of the skull and looked out.
Her pupils dilated, and her face was full of disbelief.
It was a mountain of corpses.
It was a sea of blood.
It was a boundless tide of people.
And it was a youth dancing with his sword.
Chi Ji's face turned pale, and her throat moved as she swallowed. "This..."
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