To Chu Xiu, Patriarch Huangfu was never a threat.
It was the same even with the demonic weapon, the Blood Red Lantern.
Was there a need for him to risk his life for someone who could only barely contend with him by relying on an external object? He was not even qualified for Chu Xiu to go all out.
However, time was of the essence. The battle below was in a stalemate, and Wei Shuya was still struggling to fend off Kang Dongming. Chu Xiu did not have the time to fool around with Patriarch Huangfu.
The moment he neutralized the Triple City Extinguishing Arrow, Chu Xiu had already rushed up to fight Patriarch Huangfu.
Chu Xiu's every slash was at its peak. Ancestor Huangfu's body would tremble every time they collided. It was obvious that he was unable to withstand the powerful force.
Lu Jiang He sneered in disdain inside the Bloodsoul Bead. "The Zhanwu Demon Venerable was the top warrior of the Kunlun Devil Cult in the past. His physical cultivation was shocking, and he could even smash the Great Light Temple's Buddha Golden Body. This old man looks like he's about to die. He can't even unleash a tenth of the Blood Red Lantern's power. "
Although Lu Jiang He's words were harsh, he was right.
Patriarch Huangfu was not a spear user, and his martial path was not inclined towards close combat. Although he had the power to forcefully unleash the Blood Red Lantern, he could not unleash much of its power.
In fact, Forefather Huangfu could sense it himself.
After all, he was a True Fire Spirit Refinement Realm cultivator, and he had been through hundreds of battles when he was young.
Sensing that something was wrong, Patriarch Huangfu clenched his teeth. If this went on, Chu Xiu would be fine, but he would be exhausted to the point where his qi and blood would dissipate.
After blocking Chu Xiu's slash with his spear, Patriarch Huangfu retreated quickly.
He reached out his hand and drew a strange rune in the air, and a trace of primordial spirit pulsed around him.
The golden Primordial Spirit light enveloped the blood-red sword, which made Chu Xiu instinctively feel that something was wrong. He shot out the Triple City Annihilation Arrow again.
But this time, Ancestor Huangfu didn't do anything. The blood-red handle in his hand floated into the air on its own, and with a sweep of his spear, a violent burst of blood energy erupted and shattered the Triple City Destruction Arrow!
At this time, everyone present also knew what was going on, and they all sucked in a breath of cold air.
They even suspected that Patriarch Huangfu wasn't here to fight for the throne. Did Chu Xiu kill his grandson or sleep with his granddaughter? Was there a need to be so desperate?
Patriarch Huangfu wasn't burning his blood essence, but his Nascent Spirit!
The Crimson Scarlet Handle was a general-level weapon, so Forefather Huangfu was unable to unleash its full potential with his current strength.
Using the blood-red lotus was actually a burden to Huangfu Ancestor himself.
Therefore, he simply burned the power of his primordial spirit and injected it into the blood-red grapes.
The weapon spirit within the blood-red grapes was still present. Although it was slightly damaged, it was still complete. It still retained the memories of Demon Venerable Zhan Wu using it to fight in the past.
Therefore, Patriarch Huangfu simply used his own primordial spirit as fuel to nourish the weapon spirit, allowing the blood-red grapes to attack.
However, burning one's primordial spirit wasn't the same as burning one's blood essence. The loss of blood essence could still be recovered, but once one's primordial spirit was ignited, it would result in an injury that could never be healed.
Of course, this didn't matter to Patriarch Huangfu anymore. After all, he was already prepared to die.
Amidst the boundless golden radiance of the primordial spirit, the blood-red grapes pierced towards Chu Xiu with surging blood fiendish qi. It was as if it was dragging a monstrous sea of blood behind it.
The Sea Splitter slashed out and clashed with the spear. In that instant, a loud sound rang out, and a series of tremors spread out in all directions. The might was terrifying.
However, the blood-red grapes didn't seem to be damaged at all. The spear's momentum was unrestrained, and its battle intent soared into the sky. Even Chu Xiu was being suppressed by it.
"Demon Venerable Zhan Wu was already so powerful in the past. Even a demonic weapon he left behind is so powerful?"
The power of the blood-red grapes far exceeded Chu Xiu's expectations. If a weapon was already so powerful, no matter how powerful the blood-red grapes were, it couldn't be as powerful as the Human King Sword, right?
Lu Jiang He said, "What's powerful isn't the blood-red grapes, but the imprint left behind by Demon Venerable Zhan Wu when he fought against others with the blood-red grapes.
That old man is burning the power of his primordial spirit to nourish the blood-red grapes. Most importantly, the pure power of his primordial spirit is enough to repair the damaged weapon spirit to a perfect state, completely activating the imprint left behind by Demon Venerable Zhan Wu in the past.
So, you're not fighting against that old man or a demonic weapon. You're fighting against the imprint left behind by Demon Venerable Zhan Wu in the past. You should be satisfied that you're able to fight like this. "
Chu Xiu frowned when he heard that. He looked around. With the addition of the Huangfu clan, his side was already at a disadvantage. After all, Chu Xiu was basically fighting against the imperial family's Hall of Consecrators, the imperial guards, and the many experts of the Huangfu clan all by himself.
Wei Shuya had already blocked a few of Kang Dongming's attacks. He was barely able to block them. If this dragged on, Wei Shuya would probably be in danger as well.
There wasn't much time left for Chu Xiu.
At this moment, Chu Xiu suddenly thought of something. He suddenly said, "You're saying that the artifact spirit can remember everything about Demon Venerable Zhan Wu when he wielded it?"
Lu Jiang He was baffled. "Of course. The Blood-red Handle is a supreme-grade weapon. The artifact spirit is already strong enough. Isn't it normal for it to remember these things?"
A strange look flashed across Chu Xiu's eyes. He suddenly thought of a way to get rid of this Blood-red Handle as soon as possible.
When the Blood-red Handle's spear struck again, Chu Xiu's body instantly erupted with demonic aura.
In that instant, Chu Xiu raised his demonic powers to the extreme. After blocking the Blood-red Handle with his saber, Chu Xiu didn't retreat, nor did he continue to attack. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the tip of the Blood-red Handle!
Even though Chu Xiu had successfully refined his body with True Fire and his physical body was able to withstand Divine Weapons, the Blood-red Rapier was a supreme-grade Divine Weapon that belonged to Demon Exalt Zhanwu. Its sharpness was terrifying. Therefore, in an instant, a stream of blood flowed out from Chu Xiu's hand, seeping into the Blood-red Rapier.
Everyone was stunned at the sight of this. What was Chu Xiu doing? Was he committing suicide or was he courting death?
But in the next moment, an unexpected scene appeared.
The moment Chu Xiu's blood seeped into the Blood-red Handle, it actually shuddered and retracted its murderous aura and killing intent. Even the pure primordial spirit power that Ancestor Huangfu had provided to it was expelled from its body, allowing itself to be held by Chu Xiu obediently.
The backlash from the primordial spirit caused Ancestor Huangfu to spit out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were filled with despair and disbelief. The others were the same, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
Although weapons recognized their masters, since Ancestor Huangfu was able to use the Blood-red Handle, it meant that the artifact spirit wasn't the type that only recognized one master in its life. As long as it was given the power to kill, anyone could use the Blood-red Handle.
Yet, the Blood-red Handle had retracted its power before Chu Xiu. Was he the reincarnation of Demon Venerable Zhan Wu?
Even Lu Jiang He couldn't understand what was going on, but Chu Xiu heaved a sigh of relief. His guess was right.
The fact that the Blood-red Handle would retract its power and stay in Chu Xiu's hand obediently had nothing to do with Demon Venerable Zhan Wu, but Dugu Weiwei.
Previously, Lu Jiang He said that the Blood-red Handle's artifact spirit had memories. Since it could remember the times when it fought alongside Demon Venerable Zhan Wu, it could naturally remember Dugu Weiwei's aura.
Although Chu Xiu had no idea what the relationship between Dugu Weiwei and Dugu Weiwei was, he had once absorbed a droplet of Dugu Weiwei's blood. The droplet of blood had fused with Chu Xiu's body and even brought him a surge of power.
Afterwards, Lu Jiang He said that it was the power cultivated from Dugu Weiwei's Indestructible Devil Tome. However, that power had only appeared briefly and never appeared again.
So this time, Chu Xiu was also gambling on the fact that Dugu Weiwei's power still remained in his body. After absorbing Chu Xiu's blood, the Blood-red Handle might be able to recall something. Now, it seemed that it was indeed the case. Not only did it remember its master, it also remembered its master's power.
Just as Chu Xiu was about to put Xue Hongti into the Secret Space Box, Xue Hongti's body suddenly reflected a wave of energy back. In an instant, the space in front of Chu Xiu's eyes changed. What appeared in front of him was a stretch of scorched land that had been set ablaze by the flames of war!
Countless True Qi and Gang Qi shone, and the sounds of weapons clashing and the cries of martial artists rang out continuously. Blood rushed into the sky, and a murderous aura filled the air!
On one side of the battlefield, there were all kinds of martial artists. Their faces could not be seen clearly, but some of them were wearing monk robes, some were wearing Taoist robes, some were holding longswords, and some were wearing armor. It was obvious that this was an alliance of countless forces from the pugilistic world.
And on the other side, there was a figure that Chu Xiu was very familiar with standing at the forefront. His black robes fluttered in the wind, and he held a scimitar in his hand.
The scimitar's body was like a crescent moon, and the blade was a dazzling scarlet. With the crescent moon in front, the blood-red light of the blade was even more dazzling than the light of the sun. There was also a small horizontal line of words carved on the blade: A night in the small building listening to the spring rain.
Dugu Weiwei!
At this moment, Chu Xiu understood that what he was seeing should be a scene of the great battle between the Kunlun Devil Cult and the orthodox sects in the past, which had been recorded by Blood-red Handle.
Looking around, he saw a woman wearing a bright red robe standing behind Dugu Weiwei, holding the Demon Sword Long Yearning in her hand.
There was also a skinny martial artist shrouded in a black robe, and an existence that could not be seen at all, directly shrouded in black fog.
And the one closest to Chu Xiu's vision was a burly martial artist wearing armor.
The one holding the Demon Sword Long Yearning should be Demon Venerable Red Lotus, and the one wearing armor should be Demon Venerable Zhan Wu. As for the other two, they should be the other two Demon Venerables of the Kunlun Devil Cult.
Chu Xiu even saw Lu Jiang He, but at this moment, Lu Jiang He did not have the right to stand with Dugu Weiwei and the others. Instead, he stood at the back and peeked at Demon Venerable Red Lotus's curvy back, looking a little wretched.
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