We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? - Chapter 263: Sister, I Will Kill This Heartless Scoundrel Immediately!

The sound of Xiao Mo’s words “let me try” still echoed in the air when his figure had already vanished.

In the next instant, a line of blood appeared as if from nowhere, piercing directly toward Ding Jingyi’s brow.

Ding Jingyi’s pupils contracted slightly. The countless sword fragments surrounding his body instantly drew together, layering densely before him and transforming into an impenetrable sword shield.

“Ding!!”

A collision sound, sharp to the extreme, exploded outward, spreading throughout Ten Thousand Dao Sect.

Any cultivator with a lower realm felt their chest tighten and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The blood line crashed against the sword shield, and countless fine blood-colored blade energies and silvery sword fragments splattered outward.

Sword qi and blade qi intertwined, slicing the already devastated ground below into countless wounds.

“Not bad indeed, I grow more impressed with you by the moment. However, if it is merely this, you are still insufficient to kill me,” Ding Jingyi coldly snorted. The sword shield suddenly thrust forward.

“Boom!”

Xiao Mo’s blade qi was forcibly dispersed, yet Xiao Mo’s figure had already appeared to Ding Jingyi’s left side, his long blade sweeping horizontally, targeting the waist and abdomen.

“Blood Glow!”

Though this blade was merely the first form of the Blood Demon Sword Formula, each of the nine moves possessed distinct characteristics. For close-quarters combat, Blood Glow was absolutely sufficiently domineering.

Xiao Mo’s blade momentum bore down heavy as a mountain.

Ding Jingyi neither dodged nor retreated. His right hand formed a loose grip, and sword fragments coalesced again into a long sword, precisely intercepting from below.

“Clang!”

Blade and sword crossed, as if two mountains had collided.

Violent qi waves erupted outward from the two figures as their center, and a mountain peak beneath them could no longer withstand the force. The mountaintop thunderously collapsed nearly a third of its height, boulders tumbled down, and dust shot skyward.

Xiao Mo was pushed back dozens of zhang by the rebound force, his feet plowing two white qi marks through the air. His hand gripping the blade trembled slightly, yet his gaze grew even more fierce.

Ding Jingyi also retreated half a step. A fine crack appeared on the long sword condensed in his hand, but it was instantly filled in by new sword fragments.

Ding Jingyi’s brow furrowed.

He had just said Xiao Mo was “still insufficient,” but now, Ding Jingyi felt he needed to retract that statement.

His understanding of Xiao Mo’s strength had undergone a complete transformation.

Though Xiao Mo was merely at the Immortal realm, his strength exceeded that of ordinary Ascension realm cultivators by no small margin.

Even with himself having absorbed the sect’s fortune and empowered by Ten Thousand Dao Sect’s formation, he could not gain much advantage.

“It is a pity that such a genius, one rarely seen across countless ten thousand years, must perish in this place today,” Ding Jingyi sighed inwardly yet just as Ding Jingyi was musing, Xue Kui climbed to her feet and rushed toward Ding Jingyi with her long blade.

Xue Kui unleashed a “Remnant Red” slash, while Xiao Mo also charged forward, simultaneously unleashing the “Remnant Red”.

Master and disciple of Karma Blood Peak coordinated with each other. Ding Jingyi continuously retreated, able only to defend himself, difficult to counterattack, already falling into a disadvantageous position.

“Perhaps we might actually win!”

On another part of the battlefield, Qing Yuan glimpsed a glimmer of hope for victory yet watching the fresh blood at the corners of Xue Kui’s mouth, Qing Yuan could not help but clench her small fists.

Xue Kui’s body had never been good to begin with, with lingering hidden injuries all along. Setting aside her forceful use of the “Opening Heaven” form earlier, the combat with Ding Jingyi had added numerous new wounds.

Now she was even burning her life essence to wield her blade.

Regardless of the outcome of this great battle, Xue Kui’s prospects appeared dire.

“Boom!”

Ding Jingyi thrust the sword dragon horizontally before the two, and it instantly exploded. Countless sword fragments fell like a torrential downpour upon the two.

Xue Kui immediately grabbed Xiao Mo’s wrist, protecting him behind her while simultaneously summoning a red jade brick.

The red jade brick rapidly enlarged, blocking all the sword fragments.

Just as the red jade shattered, the rain of broken swords also came to a halt.

Xue Kui and Xiao Mo rushed forward once more. Wound after wound opened on Ding Jingyi’s body.

“Enough, enough. Since it is thus, let you experience the power of this Divine Being,” Ding Jingyi said.

His words fell, and he pointed the long sword in his hand. Behind him, the eyes of the gigantic divine stone statue seemed to brighten, and an invisible pressure suddenly descended like shackles, ensnaring both Xiao Mo and Xue Kui.

Xiao Mo suddenly felt the air around him become immensely heavy. He was like swimming through heavy water, even experiencing a sense of suffocation. However, in the next moment, Xiao Mo erupted the blood-killing energy within his body like a boiling sea of blood, forcibly opening a region within that invisible pressure.

“Ahhhhh!!!”

On the other side, the ten cultivators including Zhou Rushi let out anguished cries.

Their eyes gradually dimmed.

“Master,” Xue Kui rushed forward with her blade.

“Xue Kui! Do not concern yourself with me! Flee quickly!” Zhou Rushi cried out to Xue Kui.

“I already said, it is too late,” Ding Jingyi shook his head. “Today, no one will be able to escape this place!”

“Clang!”

As the chains snapped, the ten former peak masters and elders were completely brought under Ding Jingyi’s control. They attacked Xiao Mo and the others.

With these ten veteran Immortal realm cultivators entering the fray, Xiao Mo’s situation became increasingly difficult.

Xue Kui exchanged more than thirty moves with her own master. She did not wish to harm her master, yet she could barely protect herself now.

The long blade in Zhou Rushi’s hand carved a deep wound on Xue Kui’s shoulder, exposing bone.

Xiao Mo muttered a curse under his breath. After beheading one Immortal realm cultivator, he charged directly at Ding Jingyi, intending to capture the leader first to seize the enemy.

Xiao Mo’s long blade slashed upward from below, and the blood-red blade qi was no longer a condensed line, but transformed into a massive half-moon arc of light, striking directly at Ding Jingyi.

Ding Jingyi flicked his wrist, and the long sword instantly shattered back into countless fragments. These fragments no longer attempted to directly collide with Xiao Mo’s blade, but rather, like living beings, nimbly circled around the half-moon arc, attacking from all sides like a swarm, shooting toward Xiao Mo.

Each fragment contained keen sword intent and a trace of spiritual power amplified by the divine statue.

Xiao Mo’s pupils contracted. His long blade danced, forming a dense and impenetrable curtain of blood-colored blade qi before him.

“Ding ding ding ding!”

Collisions sounded in rapid succession like rain beating on banana leaves.

Sparks flew, blade qi and sword intent clashed frantically.

Xiao Mo’s blade curtain blocked all the sword fragments outside, yet his form was continuously pushed backward by the relentless attacks. The qi and blood within his body churned.

Finding an opening, Xiao Mo’s eyes turned fierce. He ignored several sword fragments.

Xiao Mo pierced through the sword curtain.

Sword fragments carved wounds on his body so deep bone was visible. However, Xiao Mo did not concern himself with this.

He forcibly steadied his form, gripping his blade with both hands, and suddenly thrust it into the empty space before him!

Blood Demon Sword Formula, Sixth Form, Blood Prison!

Centered on the point where his long blade penetrated the void, endless blood spread outward.

In an instant, it enveloped him and Ding Jingyi together, along with countless sword fragments, like a blood-colored prison.

The air was filled with a heavy stench of blood and frenzied killing intent.

Empowered by Heaven and Earth Illusory Red, Xiao Mo’s blade intent had reached its peak.

“Regarding your Karma Blood Peak lineage’s Blood Demon Sword Formula, I possess some understanding. How long can you sustain simultaneous deployment of Blood Prison and Heaven and Earth Illusory Red?” Ding Jingyi asked.

“Long enough to behead you,” Xiao Mo’s voice echoed within the blood prison.

His figure became blurred, as if merging with this blood-colored realm.

In the next moment, dozens or even hundreds of Xiao Mo’s afterimages appeared simultaneously from every angle within the blood prison.

Each Xiao Mo wielded a long blade, overwhelming the sky and earth as they attacked Ding Jingyi.

Ding Jingyi, within it, formed hand seals with both hands.

The countless sword fragments no longer scattered their attacks. Instead, they rapidly flew back, rotating at high speed around his body, forming a gigantic, impenetrable storm sphere of sword blades.

“Ten Thousand Swords Return to Flow, Guard!” Ding Jingyi called out low.

Countless blade energies struck the sword storm, erupting in continuous roars. Suddenly, all Xiao Mo’s afterimages merged into one, his true form appearing directly above the sword storm.

The long blade in his hand was no longer blood-red, but transformed into a dark crimson, like congealed blood. Upon the blade, even fine black lightning danced.

Simultaneously, pairs of scarlet eyes manifested in the sky above Ten Thousand Dao Sect.

Within each of these eyes, Dao patterns flowed.

Any cultivator who saw these eyes would be controlled by Xiao Mo, with the control duration varying based on the opponent’s realm and willpower.

Over these years, Xiao Mo had not merely cultivated the Blood Demon Sword Formula. He had also cultivated Yu Yunwei’s Illusion Heaven Art to perfection. However, Xiao Mo did not wish to control them, but rather attempted to counteract Ding Jingyi’s sorcery upon them.

Sure enough, Zhou Rushi and the others regained a moment of clarity.

“Master?” Xue Kui held her blade, looking at the pale-faced woman before her.

“Xue Kui, the disciple-grandson you accepted is truly excellent,” Zhou Rushi smiled faintly. “Only it is a pity that your master cannot accompany you all. Remember! Do not allow its seal to be lifted!”

Seizing this brief moment of clarity, Zhou Rushi and the others burned all they possessed, charging into Xiao Mo’s blood prison to lend him their strength.

“Slash!”

Within the blood prison, Xiao Mo’s dark crimson blade light descended, lacking the earlier earth-shattering momentum, instead carrying an ultimate restraint and destruction.

Wherever the blade light passed, the blood prison’s space began to destabilize, showing cracks.

Ding Jingyi sensed the mortal threat. His divine consciousness congealed as the sword storm reversed its opening, like a blooming lotus.

Countless sword blades rose to intercept.

Simultaneously, the divine statue behind him blazed with light, and a solid golden beam poured into the sword lotus.

The dark crimson blade light and the brilliant sword lotus collided fiercely.

There was no sound.

First came an ultimate silence, as if time and space had frozen but at this moment, Zhou Rushi and the others, exhausting all they possessed, each unleashed their final strike, attacking Ding Jingyi together.

“Boom!”

Xiao Mo’s blood prison shattered like crystal, fragmenting piece by piece.

In this soundless impact, several surrounding mountain peaks were also caught in the aftermath. Mountain bodies collapsed, rivers ran dry.

Qing Yuan and the other Immortal realm cultivators locked in battle were forced to stop their exchanges. All retreated, stabilizing their forms with protective techniques.

The blood dispersed.

Xiao Mo knelt on one knee in the air, supporting himself with his blade. He “vomited” out a large mouthful of fresh blood.

His complexion was pale as paper, his aura withered to the extreme.

His entire body was covered with wounds torn open by sword energy and backlash.

Zhou Rushi and the others took one final look at Xiao Mo and the others, their hearts filled with concern, but their time had expired. All transformed into points of spiritual light and returned to the great way.

Ding Jingyi stood at the forefront. His chest was pierced by a great hole, his life fire flickering like a dying candle. The sword fragments surrounding him had dimmed, scattering across a large area.

“No, I have not lost. I will not lose! I cannot lose!”

Ding Jingyi walked step by step toward the statue, nearly pleading, “Help me! Let me live. I do not wish to die. I will do anything you ask, I…”

Before Ding Jingyi’s last words could finish, the statue suddenly erupted with dazzling light.

Beams of light poured in through Ding Jingyi’s seven orifices.

“Ahhhhh!”

Ding Jingyi screamed in agony, his body convulsing incessantly. His eyes gradually turned completely dark, then once again filled with golden hue.

Golden spiritual energy ripples dispersed throughout Ten Thousand Dao Sect.

Xiao Mo and the others had never experienced such pure spiritual energy, without the slightest impurity.

When Ding Jingyi’s shrieks ceased, he suddenly lowered his head.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes tensely fixed on Ding Jingyi.

“Impressive, truly impressive,” Ding Jingyi suddenly raised his head, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Xiao Mo, and his eyes revealed admiration.

“To wound an Ascension realm cultivator who has obtained a portion of my power to such a degree, only you are worthy of such praise. You are indeed as detestable as ever,” he said.

The scattered sword fragments, upon his voice, once again received the call. They trembled as they flew back. Though their numbers had diminished significantly, they still coalesced into a long sword in his hand.

Ding Jingyi walked step by step toward Xiao Mo, his eyes filled with mockery.

Xiao Mo attempted to stand, but his body stumbled, nearly falling again.

He looked at the approaching Ding Jingyi, his eyes showing no trace of fear, only confusion, “You are not Ding Jingyi.”

“I am indeed not him,” “Ding Jingyi” smiled faintly. Though in a man’s body, every movement and gesture carried a woman’s manner.

“Using a man’s body is truly uncomfortable. It is even the human race, and yet I find violating this body nauseating. However, never mind, I shall make do with it,” “Ding Jingyi” looked toward the statue. “After I kill you all and use you as sacrificial offerings, it should be sufficient to lift the seal on my body.”

“Ding Jingyi” crouched down, gazing at Xiao Mo with a smile, “Speaking of which, you are truly detestable, no matter when, always so vexing.”

“You know me?” Xiao Mo’s eyes narrowed.

“Hehehehe,” the woman spoke through Ding Jingyi’s body with laughter, having an odd neither-male-nor-female quality. “Know you? I know you far too well.”

“Ding Jingyi” stood up, raising the long sword in hand high, looking at Xiao Mo’s eyes as if regarding a mere insect, “It is all because of you! Go to your death! Bastard!”

With those words, “Ding Jingyi” thrust the sword downward toward Xiao Mo!

“Bang!”

At that very moment, blood-red blade qi slashed toward “Ding Jingyi”.

A red shadow flashed past as Xue Kui pulled Xiao Mo onto the back of the Vermillion Bird. Qing Yuan controlled the Vermillion Bird flying toward the outside of Ten Thousand Dao Sect.

“Thinking of fleeing? It is not that easy,” “Ding Jingyi” smiled.

Though She had only recently awakened, her strength fell far short of her former glory, and she had no way to reclaim her own authority but to stop them, it was a trivial matter.

“Sister, rest assured,” She raised her head to gaze at the firmament.

“Sister here will immediately kill this heartless scoundrel!”