Chapter 89: Kill Until Mountains of Corpses and Seas of Blood Remain

The two academies have gone to war—run!

"Wasn't today supposed to be a duel to the death? How did it become this?"

"Stop talking and flee. When gods fight, mortals suffer. Any ripple from the battle could cost us our lives."

The onlookers scattered in all directions, too terrified to remain.

And by then, the battle had already erupted in full.

"Wine Immortal Sword Will!"

Mo Xingyun unleashed his sword intent without restraint, and in an instant the world turned brutally cold.

That formless sword will made every heart tremble with a crushing pressure.

It was as though countless invisible blades hung above their heads, ready to fall and reap them.

"Battle-Defying Will!"

Jiang Taixu's whole body shuddered, and a formless surge of battle intent rose at once to contend with Mo Xingyun's sword will.

He cultivated the path of war; his battle will shook the heavens and was no weaker than Mo Xingyun's sword intent.

"Mo Xingyun, one year is too long. Today, I will kill you!"

Gripping his golden dao spear, Jiang Taixu immediately merged with his battle form. Golden light burst from his body, battle intent roared like a tide, and he seemed an invincible war god clad in gold, unmatched beneath the heavens.

"Jiang Taixu, you hypocritical snake—if you want war, then war you shall have!"

With a long cry, Mo Xingyun drew the Sun-Moon Dao Sword and likewise merged with his battle form.

In an instant, fierce sword qi erupted, cleaving sky and earth apart.

His entire bearing transformed, cold with murderous intent, into a peerless sword immortal whose blade could sever the firmament.

Boom!

These two lifelong enemies crashed into battle at once.

No probing. No restraint.

They went straight for the kill.

Mo Xingyun wanted to defeat Jiang Taixu as quickly as possible so he could rush to rescue Jun Wushuang.

Jiang Taixu, meanwhile, sought to seize the chance to slay Mo Xingyun and once and for all eliminate the trouble at Azure Cloud Martial Academy.

Both fought with the resolve to kill.

The heavens thundered; spear radiance and sword qi collided, shaking the world.

Though they fought ten thousand feet in the air, the terrifying waves of destruction still swept in all directions, causing countless deaths and injuries.

Meanwhile, on the plaza, the battle also exploded.

Tens of thousands of students surged forward like a tidal wave.

Yet on the Azure Cloud side, there were only four.

Amahan, at the third level of Body Forging.

Lin Mengyao, at the seventh level of Myriad Phenomena.

Master Wu, at the fourth level of the Sea of Consciousness.

And a weakened Jun Wushuang.

The gap between their forces was as vast as heaven and earth.

In an instant, Azure Cloud Martial Academy was utterly suppressed.

"Green Lotus Sword Will!"

"Innate Divine Ability: Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Ancestor!"

Though Lin Mengyao was only at the seventh level of Myriad Phenomena, she had become the brightest star on the field.

With her Ten-Thousand-Sword Sacred Body activated, sword qi surged with overwhelming force.

And when she unleashed her innate divine ability, every blade of grass and tree throughout the imperial capital was stirred, rising into the sky and converging toward her.

From afar, it looked like a dragon of sword qi.

Using grass and wood as swords, gathering them into a dragon.

Truly worthy of a sacred body divine ability, far beyond what any king body or imperial body could compare with.

Slash!

Though Lin Mengyao was only at the seventh level of Myriad Phenomena, with the Ten-Thousand-Sword Sacred Body and her innate divine ability, she was actually able to kill sea-of-consciousness disciples of the lower rank.

The sword-qi dragon, three hundred meters long, plunged into the crowd. Wherever it passed, sharpness raged, and blood sprayed as throats were severed.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen students had died beneath her sword.

But even so, it was only a drop in the bucket.

Tens of thousands of students pressed in like a surging sea, far beyond what Lin Mengyao could hold back.

Even Master Wu was stretched to the limit and soon suffered serious injuries.

"Kill!"

Amahan, at the third level of Body Forging, was the most savage of them all.

He rushed swiftly to Jun Wushuang's side, seized one of the lower-rank disciples, and bit down with open mouth, tearing away a great chunk of flesh.

But Amahan was also the most gravely wounded, and before long he was battered until his whole body was covered in injuries.

"Hm?"

Jun Wushuang gave a soft murmur. He noticed that although Amahan was badly hurt, the more he fought, the fiercer he became. A savage and brutal aura burst from that lean frame of his.

It was as though a primordial beast was hidden within that small body!

"Kill him! Avenge our senior brothers!"

Rage-filled roars rose again and again. Among the students of the Imperial Martial Academy, Jun Wushuang was the primary target.

At this moment, the largest number of attackers swarmed toward him, and they were also the strongest, most of them lower-rank disciples.

As for the upper-rank disciples, there had never been many to begin with. Jun Wushuang had just killed ten of them. Beiming Ye and Ximen Xue had not moved, and the rest numbered only seven or eight.

"Good!"

Seeing all this, Jun Wushuang was delighted rather than alarmed.

His Shura transformation could still be maintained for three more minutes.

Three minutes was enough for him to kill.

"I said I would make the Imperial Martial Academy's heads roll."

"Ten heads are far from enough. I want your skulls to build a new mound of severed heads."

"Let me show you what true Shura looks like."

Jun Wushuang grinned, his eyes turning completely crimson.

Swoosh!

One slash fell. A lower-rank disciple still stood in the posture of attack, but his head had already flown high into the air.

"Heaven-Devouring Demon Art!"

Jun Wushuang seized the headless corpse and immediately activated the Heaven-Devouring Demon Art.

At once the body shriveled rapidly, swallowed dry into a mummified husk.

The Heaven-Devouring Demon Art could devour all things under heaven.

These ordinary talents were emptied in an instant.

"Demonic cultivator! You are a demonic cultivator!"

Seeing the desiccated corpse in Jun Wushuang's hand, the crowd cried out in shock.

Demonic cultivators were cruel beyond measure, feared by all.

No one had expected Jun Wushuang to be such a terrifying one.

"You're talking too much!"

A streak of blood-red saber light flashed past, and three students felt a chill at their throats before they could react.

The next instant, three heads were severed from their bodies almost at the same time and flew off to either side.

One strike, three kills, and then their corpses were devoured.

Jun Wushuang's aura did not weaken; instead, it recovered somewhat.

"I was born for demonic slaughter. I shall cut down all under heaven!"

With one man and one blade, Jun Wushuang charged into the crowd.

He possessed the Life-and-Death Demon Armor, which could withstand most attacks.

His Shura Demon Blade was even sharper beyond compare—touch it and you die, brush against it and you are wounded.

And with his Heaven-Devouring Demon Art constantly devouring corpses to replenish demonic energy...

He actually grew fiercer as the battle went on, displaying an air of invincibility.

"Bad! This brat is wrong somehow!"

Dongfang Ming's expression changed. He did not want Jun Wushuang to continue his slaughter.

At once he moved to act.

He was a strong expert in the Marquis realm; if he entered the battlefield, Jun Wushuang would be gravely wounded even if he did not die.

"Wine Sword Qi!"

At that very moment, a sword qi formed from wine flashed in, heavily injuring Dongfang Ming on the spot.

Mo Xingyun had intervened.

"Today, I will turn this place into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!"

Mo Xingyun let out a long cry, his killing intent icy cold.

With one man and one sword, he not only withstood Jiang Taixu, but also blocked Dongfang Lan and the other high-ranking figures.

With a hundred years of lifespan to draw upon, he could fight without fear or reservation.

If there would be war, then it would be war to the death!

"Kill!"

Among the crowd, Jun Wushuang held the Shura Demon Blade in his hand. Blade light swept in all directions, and wherever it passed, corpses littered the ground and blood flowed like rivers.

And not only was Jun Wushuang growing ever more ferocious with each exchange, the killing aura around him was also intensifying by the moment.

Buzz.

Then, at that very instant, the first demonic pattern upon the Shura Demon Blade was unsealed.