Lao Tzu frowned. He looked at Yuanshi and said, "Second brother, don't lose your mind. River Styx had already shown signs of his activities during the Longhan Tribulation. He even obtained Tendo Merit after the tribulation. This shows that he is not simple." Yuanshi calmed down after hearing this, but he still looked unwilling. On the other hand, the Tongtian was full of fighting spirit.
Summon, Zhunti, and Nüwa were shocked. The three of them were Hongjun's disciples and thought that they were stronger than the others. However, they did not expect River Styx to shatter their pride. None of them knew whether the pinnacle of Quasi-saint was the Severing of Three Corpses, or whether he had cultivated the Law to such a high level. The unknown was the most terrifying thing.
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Facing River Styx's powerful aura of a pinnacle Quasi-saint, the sixty-odd Quasi-saint loose practitioners were all stunned. Based on River Styx's previous performance, he was at most a late-stage Quasi-saint. They did not even consider the possibility of a pinnacle Quasi-saint. However, River Styx's current aura of a pinnacle Quasi-saint was completely beyond their expectations.
Among the sixty-eight Quasi-saints, the strongest was only a mid-stage Quasi-saint, and there were only twenty-odd of them. The rest were all early-stage Quasi-saint, which was far from a pinnacle Quasi-saint. Moreover, River Styx seemed to be a strong practitioner who had cultivated both his physical body and primordial spirit. He was also proficient in the Power of Law, and he had at least two of them. One was the Law of Heaven and Earth that imprisoned Hongmeng's Purple Qi, and the other was the Law of Slaughter that was attached to his fist. Moreover, his realm was extremely profound, which was far beyond theirs.
Many weak early-stage Quasi-saint loose practitioners wanted to retreat in the face of River Styx's powerful aura. Although the Hongmeng's Purple Qi was very tempting, the premise was that they could snatch it from River Styx or force River Styx to hand it over. Now, it seemed that River Styx would not hand it over, so they could only fight.
At the thought of fighting, many early-stage Quasi-saint loose practitioners were scared. Although they had the advantage in numbers, many of them would have to pay with their lives if they wanted to kill River Styx. Moreover, this was under the premise that they worked together to kill River Styx.
Ancestor of the Fierce Gale gritted his teeth as he looked at River Styx. River Styx's strength was completely beyond his expectations. When he saw that many Quasi-saint were thinking of retreating, he became anxious. If some of them really decided to retreat, then it would be impossible to snatch the Hongmeng's Purple Qi from River Styx.
Ancestor of the Fierce Gale knew that it was only possible to kill River Styx if they gathered everyone together. He also understood the difference between each small stage of a Quasi-saint. With his current cultivation as a mid-stage Quasi-saint, he could easily defeat or even kill several early-stage Quasi-saints. From this, one could imagine how terrifying the strength of a peak Quasi-saint was.
However, he had no other choice. Ancestor of the Fierce Gale had his own ambitions. Now that the Lich and Demon Clans were so powerful that even the Dragon, Phoenix, and Kirin Clans could not compare to them, he could not do anything with these two huge mountains above his head. Moreover, there was also Sanqing, Nüwa, Summon, and Zhunti, who Hongjun had personally said could become Quasi-saint.
Now, the Hongmeng's Purple Qi on River Styx was his only hope to change the situation. Ancestor of the Fierce Gale naturally would not give up. Many of the other Quasi-saint loose practitioners also had the same idea. Being able to cultivate to their level, they were all proud and arrogant. How could they be willing to be ants?
In order to break the situation, Ancestor of the Fierce Gale spoke. This could not go on. If someone really retreated, many of them would leave with him. "River Styx, so what if you're a peak Quasi-saint? Do you think you can scare us away with this? Don't forget, we have sixty-eight Quasi-saint here. "
As soon as Ancestor of the Fierce Gale said this, the sense of retreat and fear among the loose practitioners immediately dissipated. Although what he said just now was simple, there was a hidden meaning. The Quasi-saint was a top expert in the Great Desolation, and 'scaring them away' would bring shame to them. However, the mention of sixty-eight Quasi-saint boosted the confidence of the loose practitioners. One against sixty-eight, no matter how they looked at it, it was impossible for River Styx to gain any advantage.
River Styx helplessly shook his head. Greed was an original sin. Looking at the loose practitioners who were provoked by Ancestor of the Fierce Gale, River Styx said, "If that's the case, then come at me. Whether it's one ant or sixty-eight ants, I'll kill them all. Whether it's one or sixty-eight, it's just a matter of time. Today, I happen to have plenty of time."
Domineering. River Styx actually regarded sixty-eight Quasi-saint as ants. How domineering was this? Even the Lich and the Demon Race would not dare to say this. River Styx was not an arrogant person. As the saying goes, know thyself and know thy enemy, and you will never be defeated. Although it was one against sixty-eight, River Styx was still quite confident.
Firstly, River Styx's foundation was solid. His physical body was strong, his comprehension of the Laws was profound, and his mana was incomparably dense. Furthermore, River Styx was also at the pinnacle of the Quasi-saint realm. If they knew that River Styx's Good and Evil Corpses were both at the pinnacle of the Quasi-saint realm, many of them would probably turn tail and run.
Secondly, he knew his enemy. The sixty-eight Quasi-saints on the other side were not a single entity. They would definitely be on guard against each other, and would not be able to unleash their full strength. Furthermore, many of them had become Quasi-saint due to the Dao of the Three Corpses. Their foundations were not solid. Even if they released their corpses, they would not pose much of a threat to River Styx.
Since he knew his enemy, why couldn't River Styx appear a little more domineering? This battle was not only to protect the purple clouds of Hongmeng and cultivate the Law of Massacre, but also to deter the various parties of the Great Desolation. He wanted to warn them not to provoke River Styx, or else they would be killed until rivers of blood flowed.
River Styx's domineering declaration of war infuriated his opponents. Ants. River Styx was also a Quasi-saint like them. He had yet to become a Saint, yet he dared to treat them as ants. How could they not be angry? The Ancestor of the Fierce Wind Tribe was even more furious. He roared, "Everyone, let's kill this bastard together. Let him know who the real ants are."
Sixty-eight Quasi-saint attacked at the same time. What a scene it was. Thousands of spells were launched at the same time, converging into a torrent of spells. Its momentum was like rolling thunder and was unstoppable. If it was an ordinary Quasi-saint under such an attack, they would have been instantly blasted into pieces.
But who was River Styx? Why would he be afraid? River Styx laughed, "Good timing." Not only did he not defend himself, he charged directly at the few Quasi-saint closest to him. It was definitely unwise to take such an attack head-on. River Styx did not have the habit of passively taking a beating. As the saying goes, the best defense is offense.
"Blood Qi like a rainbow, Red Lotus blooms. No matter how many spells you have, I will not move." Attacking did not mean giving up on defense. When River Styx charged at the few Quasi-saint early stage wandering cultivators, his body erupted with an endless amount of blood qi, forming a Red Lotus of Karmic Fire. Even though some spells could not be avoided, they could not hurt River Styx at all.
This Red Lotus of Karmic Fire was a divine ability that River Styx had comprehended after comprehending the Law of Blood. It was the nemesis of all spells in the world. Unless your spells could surpass River Styx's blood qi, they would be useless. This was also one of the reasons why River Styx dared to take on sixty-eight Quasi-saint head-on.
Seeing River Styx charging at them, the few Quasi-saint early stage wandering cultivators hurriedly activated their Lingbao in an attempt to defend themselves. River Styx sneered and punched out, shattering all spells. His fist was filled with a murderous aura, and was even more powerful than his previous punch. The best of the Quasi-saint early stage wandering cultivators was only a mid-tier innate Lingbao. There was no way they could block River Styx's murderous fist.
With a loud bang, the Lingbao shattered, and the three Quasi-saint early stage wandering cultivators exploded into a mist of blood. Only the wandering cultivator with the mid-tier innate Lingbao managed to escape with his life. However, the Lingbao was covered in cracks, and the wandering cultivator himself was seriously injured. He looked at River Styx in horror, and the suppressed fear in his heart was magnified infinitely once again. He did not know that death was so close to him.
Three Quasi-saint early stage wandering cultivators were killed, and River Styx was not harmed in the slightest. This result was completely different from what they had imagined. River Styx did not care what they thought. This was just the beginning of the slaughter.
The death of the three Quasi-saint early stage wandering cultivators gave River Styx a new understanding of the true meaning of slaughter. Sure enough, slaughter was extremely beneficial to the comprehension of the Law of Slaughter. Since that was the case, then he would go on a killing spree. He would kill until the heavens and earth turned dark, until the sun and moon lost their light, until their blood flowed like a river. Kill!!!
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