Chapter 1116: Chapter 340: Eight... Eight Thousand Spirit Seals! How Is This Possible!

"Clang!" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

The Soul-destroying Whip and the Broken Sword collided, erupting with an ear-piercing metallic clash!

With a flick of Nangong Lu’s wrist, the bone whip coiled like a venomous snake, instantly wrapping around Zhou Qing’s sword-wielding wrist!

"Corrosion!"

Ghostly green flames spread along the whip, and Zhou Qing’s arm sizzled and hissed from the burn!

"Emperor’s Might!"

Golden light surged in Zhou Qing’s eyes, majestic heavenly authority descended with a thunderous crash, dispersing the ghostly flames with wails!

Taking advantage of this gap, his left hand formed a claw, fiercely gripping the whip!

A gigantic Golden Crow let out a piercing cry towards the sky, blazing golden flames rushed along the whip, charging straight at Nangong Lu’s face!

In a hurried reaction, Nangong Lu spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood, turning into a blood shield to block the golden flames, while forcibly yanking back the bone whip!

"Snap!"

The tip of the whip, like a scorpion’s tail, lashed Zhou Qing’s back, bringing forth a spray of blood!

"Cough!"

Zhou Qing grunted in pain, his back a bloody mess, yet his body didn’t stop, the Broken Sword thrusting straight at Nangong Lu’s heart!

"Clang!"

Nangong Lu parried with the handle of the whip, the two instantly drawing near, locking eyes!

"You are strong..." Nangong Lu sneered, "but not strong enough!"

Suddenly, he opened his mouth, a jet-black blood arrow shot straight at Zhou Qing’s face!

Zhou Qing tilted his head to evade the blood arrow, but saw Nangong Lu had seized the chance to retreat rapidly, forming Sealing with his hands:

"Nine Nether Corpse Mountain Realm—Open!"

"Boom!"

The world changed abruptly!

The scene before Zhou Qing twisted, the ground beneath him transformed into writhing rotten flesh, countless maimed corpses crawled from the sea of blood, desperately tearing at his legs!

"Welcome to my world!"

Nangong Lu’s voice came from all directions, "Here, I am the ruler!"

Zhou Qing tried to ignite the Golden Crow True Flame, only to find it swallowed by corpse qi as soon as it appeared!

"It’s useless..." A decayed corpse suddenly spoke, surprisingly in Nangong Lu’s voice, "In my realm, you can only...wait for death!"

Countless bone spikes shot out from the sea of blood!

Zhou Qing’s form flickered, Golden Roc speed burst forth, weaving through the dense bone spikes.

Meanwhile, a golden ripple emanated around him, continuously merging into this corpse mountain sea of blood.

"I’m very curious..."

Zhou Qing pivoted, stepping on a rotting corpse, looking around with a cold voice.

"How many people did you kill to perfect this realm?"

Nangong Lu’s laughter echoed from all sides, with a sick delight: "How should I put it? I don’t really remember..."

The sea of blood surged, countless maimed corpses emerged on the surface, their hollow eyes stared blankly at Zhou Qing.

"Why don’t you count them in my realm, I can give you the time, and during this period, I absolutely won’t attack you!"

Zhou Qing’s gaze swept over those twisted faces, seeing the elderly, children, cultivators, and ordinary people.

He shook his head, his voice low and filled with disgust: "This realm gathered through slaughter, I detest it, and I’ve already seen it several times before, even in your Nangong Family there are a few."

Hearing this, Nangong Lu’s laughter abruptly stopped, replaced by a nearly mad whisper:

"In fact... At first, I hated it too."

The sea of blood roiled, corpses slowly rose, pointing their decaying fingers at Zhou Qing.

"But do you know? Death...can be addictive."

His voice suddenly turned gentle, as if recounting a distant memory.

"The first time I killed was at five."

A scene appeared in the sea of blood—young Nangong Lu stood in front of a corpse, his hands covered in blood, eyes filled with fear and confusion.

"That was a senior brother who bullied me, I smashed his head with a rock while he was cultivating."

The scene shifted, young Nangong Lu knelt on the ground, trembling all over, yet staring at his hands.

"I was scared to death, but strangely...I felt excited."

The sea of blood churned, more corpses crawled out, each representing a memory of slaughter.

"Later I realized, the stronger the cultivator, the more delicious their fear before death."

Nangong Lu’s voice grew increasingly fervent, and the corpses in the sea of blood also multiplied, piling into a mountain.

"Their despair, unwillingness, anger...all turned into my power!"

He roared suddenly, the entire sea of blood boiled, countless decaying hands reaching for Zhou Qing!

"Death...is the purest art in this world!"

Zhou Qing stood atop the corpse mountain, allowing the decaying hands to grasp his legs.

His gaze cold and calm, opened his mouth slowly: "Your art...is disgusting."

"Hahaha..."

Nangong Lu’s laughter echoed in the corpse mountain sea of blood, filled with an eerie and maddening excitement.

"Disgusting as it may be, but in the end, I am the one who survived until now."

The sea of blood surged, countless maimed corpses all simultaneously raised their heads, their decaying lips opening and closing, speaking in Nangong Lu’s voice:

"Since the first time I killed at five, I understood one truth—"

"There are only two kinds of people in this world: those who kill, and those who are killed."

Nangong Lu’s true body slowly rose from the sea of blood, wrapped in jet-black death energy.

"No fear, no pity, no hesitation...only then am I worthy of the true essence of ’death’!"

"It’s a pity, someone like you doesn’t understand, I can feel it, even though you’ve cultivated all the way to Divinity Transformation Perfection, the blood on your hands is too little, so little!"

Zhou Qing stood atop the corpse mountain, his golden pupils reflecting this twisted world.

"You’re wrong."

His voice was light, yet it exploded like a thunderclap: "You haven’t conquered death..."

Emperor’s Might erupted, golden ripples spread like a tide, where they passed, the decaying corpses disintegrated one after another!

"You’re just a pathetic creature swallowed by death."

Zhou Qing’s voice was icy cold, like a verdict.