Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1085: The Crimson Blade and the Yin-Yang Pearl

Chapter 1085: The Crimson Blade and the Yin-Yang Pearl

It was unclear who said what, but one by one, the Mahayana stage cultivators among the human race began unleashing even greater power.

Taipai Wuying was the most aggressive one, he keep attacking with relentless ferocity.

Without needing any provocation from the devils, his every move was merciless.

If not for Master Lian guarding the entrance to the Forbidden Grounds without taking a single step away, he would have charged in long ago.

"How is it going?" The three Poxiu asked hurriedly, their anxious expressions making them seem more like disciples of Master Lian than Amalia or Kenny Lin.

"There is someone, but I don’t know if they will appear," Kenny Lin said, furrowing his brow slightly.

"Who?" the three asked in unison.

"My master," Amalia’s voice rang out, her gaze fixed on Master Lian’s figure. "But I’ve heard that my master has some unresolved feelings about the Devil Battlefield. She once said that she would never set foot on it again. Besides, when we left, she were in seclusion."

"I heard that the Green Lotus Sect has a very powerful Great Elder. Why hasn’t this Great Elder come?" Zhar’khaen asked further.

Amalia shook her head. "The Great Elder cannot leave the Green Lotus Sect."

Although Amalia and Kenny Lin usually paid little attention to the affairs of the Green Lotus Sect, they could deduce certain things.

While the name of Master Lian was renowned far and wide, the one truly guarding the Green Lotus Sect was the Great Elder.

At that moment, Master Lian suddenly looked up toward the sky.

The winds churned, and the sky had long since changed.

It was pitch black, as if oppressive storm clouds loomed overhead.

Directly before him, two Emperor level Devils were preparing to unleash a devastating attack at the cost of a blood sacrifice.

He remembered that 6,000 years ago, a great devil had once used this technique—the Sacrificial Blood of Devil Blade, capable of power akin to splitting heaven and earth.

To think that two Emperor level Devils would willingly inflict severe injuries upon themselves just to deal with him—it was indeed a grand effort.

"Lian Qinglan, you still have a chance to surrender!" The voice of Xinhui Shang from Artifact Refining Valley penetrated the barriers and reached him.

"Indeed. Even if you refuse now, the news of Green Lotus Sect obtaining all the treasures of the Nine Heaven Pixiu will spread. When that happens, can the Green Lotus Sect still protect so many treasures?"

Daehan Zhang showed no fear of Master Lian nor concern about provoking the Green Lotus Sect.

However, given the option, he naturally preferred to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Taipai Wuying said nothing but showed no mercy in his actions.

The Eternal One Sect and the Green Lotus Sect were locked in a true blood feud, and he could only hope for Master Lian to be gravely injured.

"Hand over the treasures of the Nine Heaven Pixiu, and we will immediately withdraw from the battlefield," Qixi Yumen said coldly.

"Lian Qinglan, why must you persist in this stubbornness? Even if you are at the Tribulation Stage and unafraid of our combined assault, everyone knows your weakness. Continuing to hold out will not benefit you in the slightest. Surely, you don’t want to fall here before the great war begins?" Xinhui Shang attempted to reason, his words seemingly earnest.

"A kind heart is always taken advantage of," Master Lian chuckled softly.

His words faded into the wind and vanished.

Suddenly, the protective aura around him dissipated.

Fierce gales roared like molten lava, with flames surging forward.

The once pure white Snow Sword in his hand instantly transformed.

Its formerly pristine appearance turned eerie and foreboding.

Now crystalline and translucent, it exuded a chilling aura.

Master Lian swung his blackened sword.

The light emanating from it was no longer white but a brilliant, gleaming black.

The immense pressure spread outward, engulfing the surroundings.

The five Mahayana stage cultivators nearby were instantly forced to retreat under the sword’s overwhelming force.

These were renowned Mahayana cultivators, having lived on the Mystic Void Continent for thousands of years.

Master Lian’s black sword light was infamous, its power shaking the continent.

Without hesitation, the five of them retreated, exposing the two Emperor level Devils.

Beneath them, copious amounts of blood poured forth, coalescing above their heads into a massive, crimson blade.

As the blood condensed further, the blade’s oppressive energy grew stronger, taking solid form.

The air seemed unable to bear the weight, emitting crackling static-like sounds.

"Die!"

The aura of the two Emperor level Devils weakened as the Sacrificial Blood of Devil Blade solidified, yet their eyes were filled with killing intent.

Without hesitation, they focused solely on Master Lian at the center of the battlefield.

The crimson blade slashed through the void with such power and sharpness that even the five Mahayana stage cultivators had to avoid its edge.

At the same time, they blocked off Master Lian’s escape routes.

Master Lian raised his head, his dark eyes fixed on the descending blade.

A faint trace of gravity appeared in his expression.

"A mere two Emperor level Devils exchanging their lives for mine? You underestimate me too much."

The storm raged, reducing all trees within a kilometer to dust.

The black radiance of Master Lian’s sword grew blinding, pulling faint turbulence from the void’s spatial rifts, stirring them into even greater chaos.

Unseen by others, thick black smoke rose into the air, and a massive dark cloud began to condense.

"This is bad. The tribulation seems to have sensed something," said a Green Lotus Sect disciple tens of thousands of meters away, their face paling as they looked toward the sky.

"Dark clouds forming is never a good omen. Could it be that Master Lian is really being forced to that point?" Peak Master Qian said grimly.

"Why hasn’t Huasheng arrived yet? Even bringing a single Mahayana stage cultivator would be better than nothing," Peak Master Mengyao Hualin said with an anxious tone.