"Jiang He!"
In the Blood Sea, the Nether River Patriarch was both shocked and fearful.
His furious voice could be heard, almost bellowing, "Tell your pet to stop. Don't hurt my Sura children."
In the distance, Dumbo and Trumbo were looting the Sura treasure vault.
Any Sura that stood in their way was crushed by the cat and dog as if they were dried twigs …
Beside them, the Cloudscraper Vine, which had revealed its true form and was now as large as a star, was waving its many tendrils and scooping up the many Sura corpses.
The barbs on its tendrils were ferocious and pierced into the corpses as if they were skewered on a stick of tanghulu.
Soon, the 'flesh' of the corpses was drained, and they were reduced to dried corpses that fell into outer space.
Only Heavenly Immortal Suras could participate in a war in outer space. Soon, the Cloudscraper Vine had devoured tens of thousands of Sura corpses, and its tendrils glowed with a faint blood-red radiance. Though it did not expand in size or increase in tendrils, its aura had clearly strengthened.
"Stop!"
The sea of blood in the sky began to churn violently.
The Nether River Patriarch quickly yelled, "Stop right now, Jiang He! There is no deep grudge between us, and mystic treasures are mere worldly possessions. I'll give you the Yuan Killer Sword!"
"Give it to me?"
Brandishing the Yuan Killer Sword in his hand, Jiang He smiled. "I've told you before that I picked up the Yuan Killer Sword from the farm … and since I picked it up, it's mine. Why would I need you to give it to me?"
Whoosh!
He thrust out his sword, bursting out with both martial arts and immortal arts as he charged the Secret Art of the Chaos Thundersword, unleashing a dazzling sword light.
The sword light slashed into the sea of blood, splitting the sea of blood that occupied half of the galaxy into two.
The Nether River Patriarch snorted and growled, "You can't kill me, Jiang He … there's no death grudge between us, so why don't we call it quits? I'll owe you a favor. "
Jiang He pretended not to hear it and kept attacking, his veins of sword light tearing through the Blood Sea … the Blood Sea churned, but would recover after being torn apart, and each of Jiang He's attacks would shrink the Blood Sea considerably.
The Nether River Patriarch was overjoyed.
Though Jiang He's attacks were impressive, his lifeform was unique, and his attacks would not hurt his foundation. Instead, they would help him destroy the 'suppression' that the Primeval Lord of Heaven had left behind.
"There is indeed no enmity between us."
Jiang He said flatly, "But your collusion with the Gods and Demons is punishable by death!"
Xiu!
He swung his sword again.
This time, the Nether River Patriarch shrieked in terror.
"No!"
"Jiang He …"
"Stop!"
"I'm willing to give you the Avici Sword as well!"
Yuan Tu and Abi were Patriarch Nether River's primordial spirit treasures. Both were connate peerless treasures that specialized in killing … and when it came to killing alone, it definitely ranked at the top of all the worlds.
The Nether River Patriarch was reacting that way because he realized that Jiang He's sword had actually hurt him!
That sword-light contained a terrifying power.
That power penetrated through the sea of blood and actually injured his "divine soul."
If his spirit was maimed, the Nether River Patriarch would have to continue his slumber … as for killing him?
He had never thought about it.
At the very least, the Nether River Patriarch believed that Jiang He could not do that.
As long as the Blood Sea was not destroyed, he would not die.
How could a mere Demi-Saint like Jiang He destroy the massive Blood Sea that covered almost half a planetary system?
"If I kill you, the Yuan Tu and Abi would naturally be mine."
Jiang He continued slashing.
His Secret Art of Chaos Thundersword was not just a physical attack, but a spiritual one as well … his sword strike just now had probed the location of the Nether River Patriarch's spiritual soul. After a few more slashes, the Nether River Patriarch's aura weakened considerably even though the Blood Sea had shrunk by a third.
The Nether River Patriarch screamed, going from begging to cursing, and finally threatening …
"Lord Swelling Sky would never forgive you, Jiang He!"
The Blood Sea that floated over the horizon shrunk with a whoosh and turned into the blood-robed Nether River Patriarch. His eyes were about to split open, and he glared at Jiang He with a bloody glint of hatred.
His aura weakened, he turned and dived towards the massive Blood Sea that covered most of Sura …
He was born in the Blood Sea.
Once he entered it, Jiang He would not be able to hurt him, and he could absorb energy from the Blood Sea to recover and strengthen his combat ability.
But would Jiang He let him have his way?
Jiang He teleported and appeared in front of the Nether River Patriarch, his Fist of the Six Paths of Reincarnation bursting out as he unleashed the Twilight of the Gods.
In that instant, the entire world was shrouded in the scent of dusk.
At the same time, the Nether River Patriarch sensed a power similar to the Five Signs of Decay rapidly infecting his body, making him feel as if he was at the end of his rope and past his prime. His killing intent and will to fight were declining uncontrollably.
Pow!
The Nether River Patriarch was blown up with a single punch from Jiang He!
In a fight to the death, what was the point of fighting if one could not even muster their killing intent and fighting spirit?
"The Twilight of the Gods actually has such an effect?"
It was Jiang He's first time using the Twilight of the Gods as well. Even as he was inwardly surprised, his fist and sword intersected, firmly suppressing the Nether River Patriarch!
The Nether River Patriarch's body had just recovered from being blown up when he was beaten up again …
"Jiang He!"
"You and I are mortal enemies!"
In the end, the Nether River Patriarch despaired.
Roaring in rage, he self-destructed his spirit and physical body, leaving only a strand of his True Spirit leaping into the Blood Sea.
"What a shame."
Nonetheless, Jiang He had expected that.
The Nether River Patriarch was difficult to kill.
He just had to spare him.
Now that he was forced to such a state where only a strand of his True Spirit remained, it would take him at least dozens of thousands of years to recover.
Dozens of thousands of years …
It was too long for Jiang He who had cultivated for less than ten years, and he was not bothered to think about something so distant.
He turned his eyes forward.
A blood-hued longsword and a Spatial Ring were wafting in outer space.
"So, this is the Infinite Pain Sword?"
Jiang He reached out and put away both the Infinite Pain Sword and the Spatial Ring.
The Infinite Pain Sword was an innate paragon treasure, so it naturally went without saying.
The Spatial Ring was rich with treasures, with over a dozen soul treasures aside from many immortal crystals.
Still, most of them were average soul treasures, with the best being a silver superior-grade acquired soul armor.
That made sense.
At the Nether River Patriarch's level, average soul treasures were useless against him … and he did not even wear the armor.
Those soul treasures must have been something he collected casually.
Jiang He found the remaining three fragments of the God-Killing Spear at a corner of the Spatial Ring.
"Aside from the Yuan Killer Sword and the Infinite Pain Sword, the Nether River Patriarch also controls the Rank Twelve Red Lotus of Fire … where is it?"
Jiang He turned toward the Blood Sea.
He could vaguely feel the towering Karmic Flames at the depths of the Blood Sea …
"The Rank Twelve Red Lotus of Fire is hidden in the Blood Sea?"
Jiang He was about to test if he could retrieve the Rank Twelve Red Lotus of Fire when a sense of danger arose in his heart.
"Dumbo, Trumbo, Cloudscraper Vine, come back!"
He growled. Just as he put Dumbo, Trumbo, and the Cloudscraper Vine into his Farm, the dimensions were torn apart, and Lord Swelling Sky stepped out from the other end of the cosmos.
Wings sprouted over his back, his entire body exuding a holy aura as he looked at Jiang He and smiled faintly. "Jiang He, where are you going to run this time?"
"Don't worry …"
"The patriarchs of my race and the patriarchs of the Demon race have already moved out. They might not be able to kill you, but they could help me stop the Saints of the Three Realms who are coming to save you."
With Hierarch Swelling Sky as the center, a peculiar energy spread out.
In an instant, the dimensions of Sura were frozen and sealed by that energy.
Jiang He did not try to break that energy, and instead drew out the Yuan Killer Sword, pointing its tip at Lord Swelling Sky as he sneered, "You son of a bitch, Lord Swelling Sky … I've had enough of you. Fight!"
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