Lord Shenxiu
Chapter 334 Backlash (Request for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 334: Chapter 334 Backlash (Request for Monthly Ticket)

Byron City, somewhere.

Amidst a field of flesh and debris.

Holy Grail Charles, having just revived, stared blankly at the sky, his face suddenly turning hideous with rage, "How dare he? How could he do this? That was... the Holy Grail!"

To become a ’longevity’, shouldn’t it be the pursuit of all ’perfect ones’?

Why disdain it?

To destroy the entire ritual?

It doesn’t make sense!

"Heh heh... The madness and corruption of us ’perfect ones,’ only turns out to be more terrifying than others... Perhaps that person has gone mad too..."

Out of the darkness, the gourmet Sanier slowly emerged, "The matter of the Holy Grail is settled, but Charles... your scheming against me, it can’t just end so simply."

"I am in a very bad mood right now, don’t provoke me, Sanier, or you will regret it."

Charles’s clothes tore apart, as countless arms, legs, and heads spread out, transforming him into a horrifying monster with hundreds of legs, hands, and eyes.

He was truly furious.

The onset of the Blood Cup War was not easy.

It required a specific astral alignment, that is, timing, and basically, he would only encounter this once in his lifetime.

And this failure almost meant he had no chance to ascend to ’longevity’, but would only decay and die of old age.

"Ordinary mysterious people no longer satisfy me, now I prefer quirky ingredients..."

Sanier licked his lips, his eyes revealing a mad craving as he suddenly transformed into a demon with goat horns on his head.

Two monsters clashed in an instant.

Their bodies were their best weapons.

Toxins, corrosive pus, flames...

A variety of supernatural abilities turned into successive explosions and various colored flares.

"Damn it... Sanier, if you keep pestering me, you will only attract that real madman from the Five Rings School!"

The monstrous form of Charles collapsed a wall, letting out an angry roar.

Just then, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

In the sky, a shadow that blotted out the sun was already looming overhead.

It was the wings of the Three-eyed Feathered Serpent!

On the ground, the darkness seemed to have its own life, endlessly devouring everything.

"That madman... He actually wants to kill us both?"

Charles blurted out.

Sanier looked up and saw the figure standing on top of the Three-eyed Feathered Serpent, suddenly feeling a chill in his body.

"There are still two more here!"

Zhong Shenxiu muttered to himself, patting the Three-eyed Feathered Serpent.

In the sky, a flurry of pristine white feathers fell once again...

This time, Zhong Shenxiu did not take it lightly, simultaneously chanting a spell, "Modo..."

An unnamed technique activated, a terrifying spiritual pressure fell upon Charles.

The huge monster’s many eyes became bewildered in an instant; a multitude of arms and legs simultaneously lost mobility, letting pure white feathers fall down upon him.

Countless feathers formed a circle, completely encompassing the monster.

Simultaneously, he slightly sidestepped, dodging a claw from Sanier that had unknowingly arrived behind him.

"Gourmet Sanier?"

Zhong Shenxiu looked at the body of Sanier, "Void Alien Bloodline?"

He had read about it in the forbidden area, knowing it to be a powerful Spirit Realm Creature, very proficient in spatial movement.

"What a perfect ingredient..."

Sanier grew even more agitated, his entire body trembling. "A complete True Spirit of the Three-eyed Feathered Serpent bloodline? To think a genius like you could emerge from the fallen Five Rings School... It’s just a pity that such a genius is about to fall..."

In his sigh, Zhong Shenxiu seemed to see a huge demonic face emerging behind Sanier.

Suddenly, he felt his Spiritual Body, through some kind of bridge, connect with Sanier’s across from him.

"Void Imprint... the prey I’ve set my sights on has never escaped."

Sanier’s eyes glinted with a purplish-red fire. "Accept the sanction of the void!"

Instantly, Zhong Shenxiu felt a terrifying madness and influence, ready to surge into his soul through that imprint.

Clearly, this kind of Void Imprint had an ability similar to Spirit Realm contamination.

And it was of a very high essence.

Moreover, many ’Perfected Ones’ often teetered on the edge of losing control, making them highly susceptible to such direct attacks on the soul.

"My hybrid Void bloodline not only excels in spatial travel but also specializes in soul contamination..."

Within a certain semi-conscious world, the utterly demonic Sanier emerged. "My stomach is starving, my appetite is roaring... I will slowly savor your spirit."

His face twisted viciously as he lunged disdainfully at a noticeably smaller Three-eyed Feathered Serpent ahead of him.

Perhaps the Three-eyed Feathered Serpent was powerful in the Spirit Realm, but in the pure realm of consciousness, it was still the turf of the Void hybrids!

Not to mention, with the Void Imprint, he had an enhancement in this regard!

This was the gourmet’s secret weapon; the previous Sanier had relied on this trick alone to make a desperate turnaround and break through extreme encirclement.

A huge demon tore open the Feathered Serpent, entering deeper into Zhong Shenxiu’s consciousness.

Sanier intended to devour the deepest part of Zhong Shenxiu’s spirit, his True Spirit.

However, the next moment, he saw...

...

"Ah!!!"

In Byron City, Sanier’s eyes burst, overflowing with blood.

He kneeled on the ground, reverted to human form, continuously wailing incoherent mad babble.

His skin began to tear, and inside his body, it seemed as though countless insects were scurrying about; his organs appeared to have developed their own consciousness, wanting to break free from his body.

"Trying to compete in spirit with me, looking for death?"

Zhong Shenxiu muttered quietly to himself. "My True Spirit had been contaminated by an ancient god, and even that blind sage from the Dragon Tiger Sect had verified it... and you still challenge me on this?"

The rank of Void hybrids might be high, but they were only Spirit Realm Creatures.

Compared to those twelve great existences at the root of the Spirit Realm, the source of all mysteries, they were still quite a distance away.

And the Gate of Thousand Paths was at this same level.

Even just touching a bit of that essence was enough to make Sanier suffer greatly, meeting a crushing defeat.

"Death!"

Watching Sanier about to lose control, Zhong Shenxiu waved his hand, and countless feathers fell, completely covering him.

On the other side, the creature that Charles had transformed into also fell to the ground, dying silently.

Countless dark blood flowed out from his pores.

At this moment, Zhong Shenxiu sensed something unusual nearby.

He thought for a moment, then took out a roughly-made wooden carved cup.

Holy Grail!

At the bottom of this cup, there seemed to be a ring of moving black mud, emitting a rotting stench, reminding Zhong Shenxiu of a decaying swamp.

"This is an unfinished batch of longevity blood, completely useless."

He muttered, watching the bodies of the gourmet and Charles rapidly dissolve, absorbed by the Holy Grail.

And the black mud at the bottom of the Holy Grail seemed to have thickened a bit more, almost as if it was about to ferment into a liquored drink.

’Two ’Perfected Ones’, how many regular human sacrifices could they equate to? Could this be considered quality over quantity? Too bad... it’s still useless...’

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