"Clang!"
The Soul-destroying Whip and the Broken Sword collided, erupting with an ear-piercing metallic clash!
With a flick of Nangong Luâs wrist, the bone whip coiled like a venomous snake, instantly wrapping around Zhou Qingâs sword-wielding wrist!
"Corrosion!"
Ghostly green flames spread along the whip, and Zhou Qingâs arm sizzled and hissed from the burn!
"Emperorâs Might!"
Golden light surged in Zhou Qingâs eyes, majestic heavenly authority descended with a thunderous crash, dispersing the ghostly flames with wails!
Taking advantage of this gap, his left hand formed a claw, fiercely gripping the whip!
A gigantic Golden Crow let out a piercing cry towards the sky, blazing golden flames rushed along the whip, charging straight at Nangong Luâs face!
In a hurried reaction, Nangong Lu spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood, turning into a blood shield to block the golden flames, while forcibly yanking back the bone whip!
"Snap!"
The tip of the whip, like a scorpionâs tail, lashed Zhou Qingâs back, bringing forth a spray of blood!
"Cough!"
Zhou Qing grunted in pain, his back a bloody mess, yet his body didnât stop, the Broken Sword thrusting straight at Nangong Luâs heart!
"Clang!"
Nangong Lu parried with the handle of the whip, the two instantly drawing near, locking eyes!
"You are strong..." Nangong Lu sneered, "but not strong enough!"
Suddenly, he opened his mouth, a jet-black blood arrow shot straight at Zhou Qingâs face!
Zhou Qing tilted his head to evade the blood arrow, but saw Nangong Lu had seized the chance to retreat rapidly, forming Sealing with his hands:
"Nine Nether Corpse Mountain RealmâOpen!"
"Boom!"
The world changed abruptly!
The scene before Zhou Qing twisted, the ground beneath him transformed into writhing rotten flesh, countless maimed corpses crawled from the sea of blood, desperately tearing at his legs!
"Welcome to my world!"
Nangong Luâs voice came from all directions, "Here, I am the ruler!"
Zhou Qing tried to ignite the Golden Crow True Flame, only to find it swallowed by corpse qi as soon as it appeared!
"Itâs useless..." A decayed corpse suddenly spoke, surprisingly in Nangong Luâs voice, "In my realm, you can only...wait for death!"
Countless bone spikes shot out from the sea of blood!
Zhou Qingâs form flickered, Golden Roc speed burst forth, weaving through the dense bone spikes.
Meanwhile, a golden ripple emanated around him, continuously merging into this corpse mountain sea of blood.
"Iâm very curious..."
Zhou Qing pivoted, stepping on a rotting corpse, looking around with a cold voice.
"How many people did you kill to perfect this realm?"
Nangong Luâs laughter echoed from all sides, with a sick delight: "How should I put it? I donât really remember..."
The sea of blood surged, countless maimed corpses emerged on the surface, their hollow eyes stared blankly at Zhou Qing.
"Why donât you count them in my realm, I can give you the time, and during this period, I absolutely wonât attack you!"
Zhou Qingâs gaze swept over those twisted faces, seeing the elderly, children, cultivators, and ordinary people.
He shook his head, his voice low and filled with disgust: "This realm gathered through slaughter, I detest it, and Iâve already seen it several times before, even in your Nangong Family there are a few."
Hearing this, Nangong Luâs laughter abruptly stopped, replaced by a nearly mad whisper:
"In fact... At first, I hated it too."
The sea of blood roiled, corpses slowly rose, pointing their decaying fingers at Zhou Qing.
"But do you know? Death...can be addictive."
His voice suddenly turned gentle, as if recounting a distant memory.
"The first time I killed was at five."
A scene appeared in the sea of bloodâyoung Nangong Lu stood in front of a corpse, his hands covered in blood, eyes filled with fear and confusion.
"That was a senior brother who bullied me, I smashed his head with a rock while he was cultivating."
The scene shifted, young Nangong Lu knelt on the ground, trembling all over, yet staring at his hands.
"I was scared to death, but strangely...I felt excited."
The sea of blood churned, more corpses crawled out, each representing a memory of slaughter.
"Later I realized, the stronger the cultivator, the more delicious their fear before death."
Nangong Luâs voice grew increasingly fervent, and the corpses in the sea of blood also multiplied, piling into a mountain.
"Their despair, unwillingness, anger...all turned into my power!"
He roared suddenly, the entire sea of blood boiled, countless decaying hands reaching for Zhou Qing!
"Death...is the purest art in this world!"
Zhou Qing stood atop the corpse mountain, allowing the decaying hands to grasp his legs.
His gaze cold and calm, opened his mouth slowly: "Your art...is disgusting."
"Hahaha..."
Nangong Luâs laughter echoed in the corpse mountain sea of blood, filled with an eerie and maddening excitement.
"Disgusting as it may be, but in the end, I am the one who survived until now."
The sea of blood surged, countless maimed corpses all simultaneously raised their heads, their decaying lips opening and closing, speaking in Nangong Luâs voice:
"Since the first time I killed at five, I understood one truthâ"
"There are only two kinds of people in this world: those who kill, and those who are killed."
Nangong Luâs true body slowly rose from the sea of blood, wrapped in jet-black death energy.
"No fear, no pity, no hesitation...only then am I worthy of the true essence of âdeathâ!"
"Itâs a pity, someone like you doesnât understand, I can feel it, even though youâve cultivated all the way to Divinity Transformation Perfection, the blood on your hands is too little, so little!"
Zhou Qing stood atop the corpse mountain, his golden pupils reflecting this twisted world.
"Youâre wrong."
His voice was light, yet it exploded like a thunderclap: "You havenât conquered death..."
Emperorâs Might erupted, golden ripples spread like a tide, where they passed, the decaying corpses disintegrated one after another!
"Youâre just a pathetic creature swallowed by death."
Zhou Qingâs voice was icy cold, like a verdict.