Twisted Dreams-Chapter 135 - 107: King of Hell

No, the ancient strong must have known the blood oath, so why didn’t he give the Demon Sword a drop of blood?

It can’t be that simple!

No, maybe that young man isn’t human, so his blood won’t work!

Whatever it is, we must try!

Wei Ming bit his finger, wincing in pain.

He thought to himself that the Talisman Sect disciples were impressive, biting through fingers as if it were nothing.

Wei Ming dripped his blood onto the Demon Sword.

The Demon Sword changed, emitting countless runes.

Eight runes resembling chains, after the drop of blood fell, quietly shattered, turning into purple stars.

A strong wave of Spiritual Power spread out from Wei Ming, stirring up a whirlwind.

Everyone focused their gaze on Wei Ming.

Crow’s eye twitched.

Was it just a drop of blood??!!!

A drop of blood could unlock the seal?!

He wanted to curse.

Why did the master set such a simple seal!

Actually, Crow was overthinking it, being too clever for his own good.

Li Yang knew that no one in the ruins could break the seal, so he used the simplest method.

The key to breaking the seal was blood.

Perhaps... Li Yang and Wei Ming were reading the same novel.

After the Spiritual Power swept through, the surroundings changed.

The group was no longer in the cave but on a battlefield!

Those who participated in the last ancient tomb ruins knew this was an illusion.

The killing autumn wind came from the west. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

It swept through the sky full of golden light figures.

Spread over the vast rivers and lands.

Passed over the layered war chariots, rolled-up flags, and tens of thousands of soldiers.

Riding on the pervasive killing intent, it rolled over an ancient city.

On the city wall, a broad, powerful hand held a Giant Sword, trembling slightly.

The General held the Giant Sword:

"Soldiers, hear the order! Kill all so-called Celestial Gods!"

The scene shifted.

The war seemed to end, leaving only mountains of dead soldiers.

The setting sun shone on the ground, reflecting off the blood flowing like rivers, dazzling.

The light figures disappeared, and the General looked around blankly.

The perspective switched to the General’s first-person view, and the people in the ruins heard the General’s heavy breathing and saw what he saw.

A man with black flames in both eyes, leaving bloody footprints with each step, walked in front of the General.

The General said:

"Ha—ha—

I... am ashamed to face His Majesty the Emperor!"

The man with black flames in his eyes spoke, his voice hoarse and magnetic, like a true god’s whisper:

"As a mortal fighting extras, you’ve done a lot; your Emperor won’t blame you."

The General unwillingly said:

"O God, can you give me another chance, let me and my soldiers fight those Pseudo-Gods again!"

The man with black flames in his eyes raised his hand to touch the General’s head:

"When the Pseudo-Gods attempt to enslave mortals again, Spiritual Qi will resurge, and your sword will have the Power of Godslaying.

This Power of Godslaying contains a part of your brave warriors’ spirit, rest now."

The General’s head drooped, and the Giant Sword slipped from his hands.

Only to see, the vengeful souls on the battlefield howling toward the Giant Sword.

The Giant Sword became extraordinary, burning with a faint purple flame, souls wailing.

The scene froze, the illusion gradually collapsed and dissipated.

Like snow and ice melting rapidly.

Though the illusion had not completely dissipated, everyone regained their sight.

Everyone looked at the Demon Sword in Wei Ming’s hand.

So, this is the origin of the Demon Sword?

Everyone’s expressions were complex.

Which dynasty was that General from?

Judging by the battlefield and scale of the Royal City, it was likely a small nation.

The revival of this Demon Sword, does it mean the Pseudo-Gods will return to earth?

Is the world of humans about to descend into chaos?

Everyone felt panicked, fearful of the unknown.

And they grew more covetous of the Demon Sword in Wei Ming’s hand.

Does that sword have the Power of Godslaying?

Wei Ming sensed the restlessness in everyone, snorted lightly, and the Demon Sword erupted with intense Spiritual Power.

He was warning everyone that he was already the new master of the Demon Sword.

An even stronger wave of Spiritual Power erupted over the sea.

Everyone looked.

It was that black-clothed, long-haired young man.

He looked at Wei Ming with glaring anger like it was about to burst into flames.

Crow said unwillingly:

"You, a mere mortal, why can you take that sword!

If... you were an Extraordinary, even the weakest Extraordinary would be fine.

But you have no Spiritual Power fluctuations at all... by what right?!"

A fierce killing intent surged from Crow, leaving ripples on the sea.

Zhang Xiaoyi felt something amiss, silently standing before Wei Ming.

Shu Mountain and the Security Administration are on the same front.

Xie Qilin laughed heartily, suddenly kneeling on one knee, cupping his fists toward Crow, and respectfully said:

"Senior! I was disrespectful earlier!

To make amends, I will now seize the Demon Sword back for you!"

If Crow didn’t assist Zhang Xiaoyi and the others, Xie Qilin would indeed have a chance to kill Zhang Xiaoyi, Ye Fan, and others.

Ye Fan’s face changed:

"Big brother...."

He was really afraid that Crow would suddenly begin to help Xie Qilin, against the Security Bureau, against Shu Mountain.

Crow interrupted Ye Fan, staring deadly at Xie Qilin:

"You called this king what?!"

Xie Qilin froze for a moment:

"Senior, you....."

Crow’s body erupted with Spiritual Power, the Demon Snake danced wildly, his face icy:

"You are to address this king as Your Majesty!"

The terrifying Demon Snake ferociously went towards Xie Qilin.

When Crow finished saying that, everyone suddenly had a thought.

Was the Emperor mentioned by the Demon Sword General the black-clothed, long-haired young man before them?

The idea of a fallen Monarch seeking the sword belonging to his loyal General in the ruins seemed very possible!

Xie Qilin, however, did not entertain such messy thoughts.

He only knew that if this Demon Snake hit him, he would undoubtedly die!

The Eight-foot Bride suddenly mustered her strength, firmly shielding Xie Qilin behind her.

"Nuannuan..." Xie Qilin exclaimed in panic.

At this time, another change occurred on the stage.

From the dissipating illusion, only the man with black flaming eyes remained.

Suddenly, a terrifying pressure swept across the field, as if the air was freezing.

Under the awe of the pressure, the Demon Snake was frozen in mid-air as if iced.

Everyone stared in horror at the man’s illusion.

That man’s illusion actually moved and walked out of the illusion!

What ancient mighty being is this?!

Each step he took seemed to tread on everyone’s heart, causing terror, anxiety, and awe!

Someone, boldly, attempted to see through the man using Spiritual Power.

With a scream, that person clutched their eyes, rolling on the ground.

They saw an unfathomable abyss.

The man snapped his fingers, black runes turned into chains, entangling the black-clothed, long-haired young man.

Ye Fan shouted:

"Big brother! Be careful!"

The once-arrogant black-clothed, long-haired young man, the ancient strong who called himself the Black Emperor, showed clear fear on his face.

He trembled all over, nervously gulping, finally collapsing to his knees as if losing all strength, his proud head bowing heavily:

"I... my master Death God!"