The Dragon Blood Legion moved in perfect synchronization—not their higher-ups, not Long Chen, not the elders of the 108th Xuantian Monastery—just the Legion's ordinary members, guided by their Squad Captains.
Against them stood the experts of the Corrupt Path, seasoned killers, men who had climbed through mountains of corpses to reach their level. They had looked down on the world, believing themselves untouchable.
Until now.
The battle erupted in an instant.
A deafening roar resounded across the battlefield as the first squads of the Dragon Blood Legion lunged forward. Their movements were precise, their teamwork flawless. Unlike ordinary sect disciples, they had been forged in the fires of relentless battles, trained not just in technique but in absolute coordination.
Their Squad Captains led the charge, their presence like hunting wolves amidst a herd of prey.
One squad, led by Captain Wu Jian, stormed through a group of Corrupt Path Elders, their blades moving in tandem. Their attacks were brutal but calculated—every swing taking a life, every movement designed to minimize effort while maximizing devastation.
A Corrupt Path elder, his face contorted with rage, tried to counter them, unleashing a devastating palm strike. But before he could even finish the motion, Wu Jian's spear found his throat, twisting mercilessly as blood sprayed in an arc.
Elsewhere, Captain Qiu Lan, known for her speed, danced through the battlefield like a ghost of death.
Her squad followed suit, striking with pinpoint accuracy. Daggers flashed, throats were slit, and bodies crumbled before they even realized they had been attacked.
A Corrupt Path Elder screamed in agony as Qiu Lan severed his tendons, leaving him writhing on the ground before she effortlessly ended his life with a swift stab to the heart.
The battlefield was turning into a nightmare for the Corrupt Path as Thousands of Meridian Forming Realm experts were dying in each breath of time.
Despite their overwhelming losses, the Corrupt Path's Xuantian Realm experts roared in defiance. They refused to believe that mere "ordinary" warriors from the Dragon Blood Legion could be annihilating them like cattle.
"Kill them all! They are just ants before true power!"
A Corrupt Path powerhouse unleashed a terrifying sword wave, a golden arc of energy meant to cleave through dozens at once.
But the Dragon Blood Legion had no fear.
The squad captains barked orders in unison, their voices cutting through the chaos. "Formation Eight! Shift!"
And in perfect harmony, the Legion members pivoted, weaving around the attack, evading it by the slimmest of margins.
Before the Corrupt Path expert could react, a spear drove through his gut, the wielder twisting it savagely. His scream was lost as another sword severed his head.
All across the battlefield, similar scenes played out.
The Dragon Blood Legion was an army of war incarnate—no hesitation, no mercy, only absolute efficiency.
Then, amidst the chaos, the real reapers of the battlefield stepped forward.
Five figures emerged, each radiating a chilling aura of destruction
Yue Zifeng – "The True Sword Inquisitor is here for Pointers."
Shi Feng – "The Blade Demon Inquisitor is here for Pointers."
Chu Feng – "The Storm Bearer Inquisitor is here for Pointers."
Su Heng – "The Crimson Executioner Inquisitor is here for Pointers."
Yu Yong – "The War Barbarian Inquisitor is here for Pointers."
They were not sect leaders, not Elders—but just Commanders and Inquisitors of the Dragon Blood Legion.
And their sole targets were the Corrupt Path's Sea Forming Realm experts.
Yue Zifeng stepped forward, his sword humming with terrifying energy.
A Sea Forming Realm elder from the Corrupt Path sneered, his aura surging as he raised his weapon. "Boy, you dare stand before me?"
But before he could even blink—Yue Zifeng was already behind him.
His sword had never left its sheath.
A single, delicate sound rang out—the whisper of steel.
A fine red line appeared across the elder's throat.
Then, his head slid off his shoulders, his body crumbling into a pile of blood and regret.
Yue Zifeng sighed. "Too slow."
And then he moved to the next target.
Shi Feng was a whirlwind of carnage, his Sword dancing in the air like sentient beings.
He didn't just kill—he tore through his enemies like a predator feasting on prey.
A Corrupt Path powerhouse attempted to block his assault, but the moment their blades clashed, Shi Feng twisted his Sword at an unnatural angle, slicing through the man's ribs before carving upwards—splitting him in half.
Before the body even hit the ground, Shi Feng had already moved to the next enemy.
His laughter echoed across the battlefield, a sound of pure bloodlust.
Chu Feng raised his massive war hammer. Thunder crackled around him, his energy condensing into a violent storm.
A towering Corrupt Path elder charged at him, his spear burning with dark flames.
Chu Feng did not dodge.
Instead, he met the attack head-on, swinging his hammer with the force of a collapsing mountain.
BOOM!
The very air exploded as the two forces clashed.
And then—the elder's entire body was crushed into mist.
Chu Feng exhaled, stepping forward. "Next."
Yu was methodical. Every strike of his Saber was precise, every movement leading seamlessly into the next.
A Sea Forming Realm expert lunged at him, his fists reinforced with powerful qi.
Yu Yong simply stepped to the side, letting the attack brush past him.
Then, with a single stroke, his Saber cleaved the man from shoulder to hip.
Blood splashed across the battlefield, adding to the crimson rivers already flowing.
Su Heng moved like a shadow.
Wherever he went, Corrupt Path experts fell without even knowing how they died.
One of them tried to react, his eyes widening in realization—only for his vision to suddenly shift.
His head hit the ground a moment later, his body still standing.
Su Heng had already disappeared.
It wasn't a war.
It wasn't even a massacre.
It was a slaughter beyond comprehension.
The Dragon Blood Legion did not falter once. Not a single one of their members fell.
And the Corrupt Path?
They had ceased to exist.
The once-feared experts, the so-called powerhouses who had terrorized countless innocent lives…
Were now nothing but corpses rotting under the Blue sky.
As the last Corrupt Path disciple fell, the battlefield was silent.
But then—
A new killing intent began to rise.
Not from the Corrupt Path.
But from the Dragon Blood Legion.
They had bathed in too much blood.
And now, their instincts screamed for more.
Their eyes burned with an unquenched hunger—and their gazes slowly turned toward the so-called righteous sect leaders who had stood idly by.
They took a step forward.
A single, unified step.
They were not done.
Not yet.
And as their aura grew darker, sharper, more murderous—
The battlefield was painted in shades of red, the cries of the dying swallowed by the overwhelming presence of a single man—Long Chen.
As the dust settled, the Dragon Blood Legion had already massacred the Corrupt Path's forces. Their bodies lay in mangled heaps, lifeless eyes staring into nothingness.
But amidst the slaughter, another group remained—the traitors of the Righteous Path.
They stood in the distance, their faces pale with fear, drenched in the blood of their former allies.
They had thought they could escape. That their treachery would be lost in the chaos of war.
But Long Chen had not forgotten.
He stepped forward, his Two-Star Battle Armor flaring to life, a golden radiance burning around him like a celestial war god descending upon the mortal realm. His two Divine Rings spun behind him, as well as the the two enormous Stars in the Skyas their aura distorting space itself, filling the sky with an ominous light.
And then—
The Astral Starry Sky Chart activated.
A vast expanse of starry brilliance unfolded around him, an illusory cosmos that devoured all energy--Qi or Shi (Spirtual Qi)...