Heaven Slaying Blade

The head of the Ancient Ji Clan could be said to be a person of true courage. He was very clear in his heart that if this gamble was lost, it could lead to a disaster with no escape. But if he won, then... he and the entire Ancient Ji Clan would become the true heroes of the entire Tunnel World, and all the ancient clans!

All the disciples of the ancient clans would be endlessly grateful to him, and his name would be forever etched in the history of the Tunnel. No matter when, his name couldn't be avoided!

So, at this moment, the head of the Ancient Ji Clan, with boiling blood, drew an ancient sword and rushed towards Chu Mo. He wanted to lead the charge, to set an example!

A large number of Ancient Ji Clan cultivators all rushed towards Chu Mo.

In the sky above, Chu Mo, bathed in blood, with his disheveled white hair, coldly watched the people rushing at him. Then, he directly operated the Heaven's Will, My Will heart method.

With the anger reaching the fifth volume of Heaven's Will, My Will, he entered the realm of Heaven and Human Unity in an instant. A large amount of essence energy surged towards Chu Mo from all directions.

At the same time, Chu Mo was also using the star mnemonic, and the divine script battle robe on his body fluttered and roared. The endless power of stars surged out from ancient stars that had existed for tens of billions of years. Like mighty rivers and seas, it rushed towards Chu Mo.

In an instant, Chu Mo's body erupted with an incredibly terrifying aura.

"Quick... he's recovering!"

"Stop him!"

"We must interrupt him!"

"We mustn't let him regain his strength, or else all of us will die!"

"Hurry hurry hurry!"

A group of top-notch cultivators from the Ancient Ji Clan all understood what Chu Mo was doing, and like madmen, they tried to stop him.

All sorts of dharma instruments flew through the sky, and all kinds of powerful attacks flowed towards Chu Mo like a tide.

They, too, were determined to risk everything, for everyone knew that if this white-haired great demon king came to his senses again, the entire Ancient Ji Clan would face disaster.

Offering two-thirds of their wealth was no longer important at this moment!

This was a perfect opportunity!

"Kill!" The ancient sword in the hand of the head of the Ancient Ji Clan slashed out an unparalleled sharp sword energy, splitting the void and slashing fiercely towards Chu Mo.

At this moment, an extremely strong defense suddenly appeared in front of Chu Mo. This was a defense formed from Chu Mo's Dao.

Bang!

Rumble!

The sounds of explosions erupted on that defense.

The sound was truly earth-shattering.

As if the whole Heaven and Earth were about to collapse completely.

Chu Mo's body shook a few times as if he might collapse at any moment.

"He can't hold on!"

"The great demon king Chu Mo can't hold on anymore!"

"Kill... we will rewrite the history of the Tunnel!"

"Kill him, and we will be the greatest heroes!"

Countless people's eyes were bloodshot, turning completely mad, all wanting to become the true hero.

At this moment, the cultivators of the Ancient Ji Clan had an unprecedented enthusiasm.

Because they saw hope!

The heart that was once filled with despair was shone upon by a ray of light!

So the white-haired demon king was not truly invincible, he could be hurt, he could bleed, and he could appear as if he might collapse at any moment!

One of the fastest among the Ancient Ji Clan cultivators had already broken through the defense set by Chu Mo, charging directly to within tens of thousands of miles from him, unleashing all his divine abilities in an instant. Sparing no effort, it poured down like a torrent!

Incredibly ferocious!

Chu Mo directly raised his hand and punched to withstand the blow from the Ancient Ji Clan cultivator, then his body swayed, and a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth again.

The Ancient Ji Clan cultivator let out a loud "splurt," spraying out a mouthful of blood, then his whole body flew back tens of thousands of miles. Yet, he excitedly shouted, "I wounded him, I wounded the great demon king Chu Mo!"

"Kill!"

More Ancient Ji Clan cultivators rushed up.

At this point, a huge vortex had formed in the sky above Chu Mo's head, entirely composed of essence energy.

Essence energy materialized!

Chu Mo's Dao practice had reached such heights.

This left all the Ancient Ji Clan cultivators rushing forward with apprehensive hearts. They all quickened the pace of their attacks. They believed that this great demon king was doomed today.

An invincible belief surged within their hearts.

The feeling was simply so exhilarating, so satisfying!

Rumble!

Suddenly, Chu Mo raised his hand, sweeping out a blade.

This slash came too suddenly, and the angle was incredibly clever. The blade light contained endless paths of slaughter, turning the whole sky... into a scarlet hue. As if draped in a layer of red clouds, or stained with a coat of blood.

Too wicked!

Too terrifying!

Under the suppression of so many cultivators, Chu Mo could still slash out such a stunning and terrifying blow.

On the spot, dozens of ancestral realm cultivators of the Ancient Ji Clan were cut down from the high heavens by this blade.

Some even lost their lives on the spot, their dao, dharma, primordial spirit... all were directly slashed into nothingness under this blade!

"Oh my god..." The head of the Ancient Ji Clan was also shrouded under this blade. He didn't die, but a very deep wound appeared on his chest. The terrifying path of slaughter was continuously and crazily destroying his cultivation.

The head of the Ancient Ji Clan directly swallowed a large amount of elixirs, and then his essence energy instantly became much more withered. But he still held on, without showing any sign of collapse. Instead, he roared, "Chu Mo, you act against the natural order, want to cause chaos throughout the tunnel. Today I kill you, purely acting on behalf of Heaven..."

He hadn't finished speaking when a brilliant bloody gleam of the blade directly slashed towards him, instantly blocking all his remaining words.

At the same time, all the powerful dharma instruments that the head of the Ancient Ji Clan had summoned were shattered under Chu Mo's blade. Not a single one remained intact.

The process was so fast that it was impossible to react. Even for this group of ancestral realm cultivators, they couldn't react at all. The head of the Ancient Ji Clan could only watch helplessly as the blade's cold bloody gleam appeared in front of him, then disappeared again instantly.

"Why... why do I feel a bit cold?" The head of the Ancient Ji Clan murmured. Then, involuntarily, he shivered.

It was indeed very cold, as if a chill penetrated deep into his bones and seeped into his soul, exploding suddenly within his body.

"Patriarch!"

"The Patriarch is in trouble..."

"Quickly save the Patriarch!"

Screams from a group of family cultivators suddenly echoed in the head of the Ancient Ji Clan's ears.

But he felt something amiss. Aren't I still standing here well? How could I be in trouble?

At this moment, time seemed to have frozen.

Countless top cultivators of the Ancient Ji Clan were all in the void, occupying every corner from up, down, front, back, left, and right, launching frenzied attacks on Chu Mo.

All those dharma instruments were suspended in the void; all those cultivators of the Ancient Ji Clan had different postures and expressions.

The head of the Ancient Ji Clan still stood in place, yet he hadn't realized that his calculating speed and reaction capability were countless times slower than before!

Time suddenly returned to normal!

The body of the head of the Ancient Ji Clan fell directly to both sides.

His body had been split in two, cleaved into halves!

His primordial spirit had actually died when he first felt the cold!

The remaining sensations were merely a few surviving thoughts perceived by the primordial spirit moments before its death.

Like an afterimage.

He had actually been dead already!

"Kill!"

"Kill this demon king!"

"Avenge the Patriarch!"

These voices, the head of the Ancient Ji Clan could no longer hear. Because he was already dead.

Chu Mo was still severely injured at this moment, but he had already absorbed an unimaginable amount of essence energy and star power from this world. His strength... was rapidly recovering.

The speed of this recovery, not to mention ancestral realm cultivators, was something even ordinary grand ancient ancestors could not hope to achieve.

More top cultivators of the Ancient Ji Clan had already rushed to face Chu Mo at this time, their faces filled with endless ferocity and hatred.

Chu Mo coldly stared at this group of people, his face showing almost no excess expression, only endless coldness.

Since you chose to do this, then be prepared for death!

Heaven Slaying in Chu Mo's hand suddenly became infinitely massive!

The entire Heaven and Earth seemed to only have this one blade left!

Then, Heaven Slaying began its mad horizontal slashes, with each step forward, an advanced cultivator of the Ancient Ji Clan fell under the blade.

Up, down, front, back, left, right... none could stand against this blade.

Its range was too vast, its sharpness too terrifying.

This was Chu Mo's path of slaughter, truly approaching the utmost path of slaughter!

At the same time, this was also the path of Heaven Slaying!

The blade is meant for killing.

Sweeping across, and sweeping across again!

During this process, Chu Mo's injuries became increasingly serious. But he didn't care at all, as this battle also yielded him great benefits.

Only battles between life and death like this can rapidly improve one's combat power.

Chu Mo had never been one to settle down easily, his destiny was always inseparable from such fights.

So, facing this terrifying life-and-death battle, Chu Mo's heart was far calmer than what others could see on his face...

Hundreds of top ancestral realm cultivators of the Ancient Ji Clan had already seen a third of them fall in less than a stick of incense's time!

Below, the descendants of the Ancient Ji Clan watching the battle, each... their faces were all extremely pale. From their initial despair, to seeing Chu Mo severely injured and having the hope of their own side taking action, then to watching Chu Mo nearly collapse with excitement... then, quickly, they all returned to the initial despair...

This white-haired demon king seemed to be undying and undestructible!

He had already been so heavily injured, yet why did he still have such strong combat power?

Could it be that there was really no one who could stop this white-haired demon king?

Just at this moment, from the endless distant void, came a sudden cold voice of the Great Dao: "Chu Mo, you scoundrel, cease your arrogance... I come to slash you!"