Perfect World

Chapter 573: Chapter 573: Quelling the Rebellion
 

Shi Hao arrived well-prepared, with a wave of his robe sleeve, dozens of small altars appeared, arrayed in the void, enveloping the area, and the aura of a great formation emerged.

“Roar…”

Lord Hun Tian roared, his flaming red hair dancing wildly, his eyes like blood moons, he was like a great demonic monster, holding a glaringly red Demon Ruler, waving it brought forth a surging blood light, and endless runes.

Shi Hao showed a stern look, not daring to underestimate his opponent, he formed Dharma Seals with both hands, displaying Great Divine Powers to suppress his adversary.

“Boom!”

Between the two, light flowed splendidly, infinite runes visible; this was a grand confrontation, like a volcanic eruption, darkening the sky and covering it with a vast expanse of red.

If it depended on just Lord Hun Tian himself, he would have been no match for Shi Hao. The Blood Demon Ruler was too bizarre, and at that moment, it bloomed with blood light like a red sun.

Moreover, the blood light emitted by the Demon Ruler formed a gigantic demonic shadow, enveloping Lord Hun Tian within it, like a devilish shining armor, with every gesture unleashing an overwhelming and mighty aura.

This was no longer a man commanding an artifact, but rather the artifact leading the man; the Blood Demon Ruler took control, wielding Lord Hun Tian to battle against Shi Hao.

“That Demon Ruler has a devil God sealed within it; don’t let it break free, or the trouble would be immense,” whispered Hairy Ball, having ignited divine flames; its instincts and perception were now exceptionally keen, as it quickly joined forces with Little Red to strike, battling against the figures formed from the light rain.

In the ancient era, the Blood Demon wreaked havoc, extremely vicious, slaughtering countless creatures; heroes banded to besiege him, and it was very difficult to kill him completely. The mere survival of a “blood seed” would allow for his resurrection.

“Good, let’s finish him quickly!” said Little Red, it had transformed into a human shape, but was enveloped in shining armor, concealing its face, though its voice was quite clear.

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At that moment, its armor was glowing, holding a Magic Sword left by a True God, it leapt a thousand feet forward, carrying the overwhelming fire of Southern Li towards its enemy.

While Hairy Ball, towering as a mountain, was covered with golden fur, holding a Divine Spear in its hands, performing wide, sweeping strikes, battling fiercely against the strong figure from the Heavenly Kingdom.

“The Blood Demon was a master from our Heavenly Kingdom in ancient times; he fell when he descended to the Lower Realm, and since then, has never reappeared,” spoke the figure formed by the light rain, originally possessing a dignified and sacred likeness, akin to a deity or a Buddha. However, at that moment, it displayed a different hue.

“Heavenly Kingdom, it really never produces anything good, does it!” Hairy Ball sneered coldly, the Black War Spear in its hand swept through the air, shining with a brilliant light, engaging in combat with the figure.

“One thought to become a god, one thought to become a devil, the heart follows whims; kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!” Initially, like a deity or a Buddha, the figure now let out a mighty roar, surging demonic clouds billowing, murderous intent overwhelming. In a blink of an eye, it became a giant devil, its whole body pitch black, charging forward to kill.

“Kill!”

Hairy Ball roared daringly, its golden fur burning brightly; on its head, two short and crystalline True Dragon’s Horns erupted with dazzling light, and in a trance, a True Dragon emerged, wrapping around its body, forming protective runes, resplendent and eye-catching!

Hairy Ball was different from the average Vermilion Bird, its entire body golden, and the most peculiar part was the pair of small True Dragon’s Horns on its head, currently erupting with dragons chanting.

Moreover, it had learned the masculine aspect of the giant Peng bird’s technique from Shi Hao, the golden light dazzling, releasing the power of the Peng, overbearing and intense, invincible.

In this moment, it combined three forces in one: Vermilion Bird, True Dragon, and Peng, merging them together, making it extraordinarily bright, its radiance spreading thousands of feet, scattering the demonic clouds, imposingly powerful.

“Boom!”

This was a terrifying grand finale; clouds in all ten directions dissipated, mountains below crumbled one after another, and rocks surged into the high skies.

At the same time, Little Red let out a piercing howl, behind it a vast Vermilion Bird traversing the sky, its beak clenching the sun, moon, and stars, with every flap of its wings, cascades of the Star River fell, carrying endless flames.

This was naturally a vision, not something that was truly happening, but it was enough to showcase just how terrifying its might was, charging down with a roar!

In the midst of blazing fires they combatted, amidst the dragon chants they battled, and at last, the great devil began to unravel, the light rain dashing left and right, struggling to escape its fated complete obliteration.

Within the Array, Shi Hao suddenly felt his skin crawl, goosebumps emerging, his hairs standing on end as a black War Spear materialized silently, nearly piercing him.

He dodged in midair, and an old man in gray appeared, holding a Battle Halberd, leading Lord Hun Tian, saying, “This way, the moment is now!”

Incredibly, he understood the Array and led that frenzied red demonic shadow out. He then chanted an incantation, causing the Blood Demon Ruler in Lord Hun Tian’s hand to shine, its divine might surging.

“Go!”

With a light reprimand, the terrifying divine aura of the Blood Demon Ruler surged forth, breaking into Hairy Ball and the others’ battlefield, absorbing the dispersed pieces of light rain, attempting to devour gods.

“Snatching morsels from a tiger’s mouth?” Hairy Ball was furious, swinging the golden halberd swiftly downwards.

Little Red let out an even louder howl, its Divine Fire naturally suppressing blood cultivators, and the blood mist within the void burnt, emitting a “hissing” sound.

“Go!”

The old man in gray shouted, the Blood Demon Ruler, having consumed a portion of the light rain, emitted a blood light, enveloping Lord Hun Tian and rushing towards him, they both employed blood escape at high speed, fleeing swiftly.

“Do you think you can get away?” Shi Hao was cold, plucking a Divine Striking Stone from his hair, activated it, and threw with all his might.

“Ah…” the Divine Striking Stone screamed as if undergoing some extremely tragic fate; nevertheless, it sped towards its target, covered with densely-packed characters, and with a loud boom, it struck its mark.

Recently, its strength had skyrocketed, as in the treasury of Stone Country, it had consumed too much Divine Material, evolving into a rough primal treasure of the human realm.

“Bang!”

In a spot-on hit, it struck the figure in front, causing the old man in gray to tumble over.

“Kill!”

Hairy Ball and Little Red pressed on, personally setting up an Array, locking down this piece of the void.

“The devil God shall emerge!” the elder in gray chanted, reciting an ancient spell that made the Blood Demon Ruler shudder violently.

“Good thing this is only a fragment, though it’s been repaired, it’s not the original piece put back together. At most, it has the might of a being capable of igniting divine flames,” Little Red said.

The hairy ball reached out with a big hand, directly seizing the object. Its golden fur sparkled, displaying immense power.

“This Ruler must be destroyed, to prevent it from further harming the world,” Shi Hao said.

“That would be best!”

Both the hairy ball and Little Red nodded, simultaneously wielding True God Divine Instruments to press forward, radiating a heaven-reaching brilliance.

“You wish to destroy me? A bunch of ants, even dismembered, don’t dream of extinguishing me,” a will within the Blood Demon Ruler awoke, issuing such a declaration.

With a “buzz,” it broke free from Lord Hun Tian’s grasp, transforming into a blood sun and flew to battle the two.

Lord Hun Tian fell, as if waking from a dream, his face showing fleeting expressions. The elder in gray grabbed him, retreating swiftly with him.

“Master, we’ve been defeated,” Lord Hun Tian said.

Shi Hao’s mind stirred. When he once cheerfully drank with Lord Hun Tian, he had heard him mention his master. Discussing the various calamities, he knew his master was not a simple figure. Now it was indeed confirmed.

“Who are you?” Shi Hao asked.

“One who has received the Blood Demon’s legacy,” the elder in gray spoke, his eyes a bloody red. By now, there was not much else to say. Light emanated from his palm, revealing a black Bone Spear flowing with a sinister aura.

In an instant, the temperature plummeted, and angry winds howled. Black symbols densely filled the air, like devilish mist entangling, as if souls of the wronged were dancing, wrapping around the black spearhead.

“Whoosh!”

He thrust the black War Spear at Shi Hao, fast as lightning, aiming for Shi Hao’s brow with a particularly terrifying fluctuation. It was as if the cries of a million souls from the depths of hell could be heard.

“The Curse Spear, such a malicious intent,” Shi Hao’s gaze was icy. These were countless spirits howling, their grievances imprisoned in the Magic Artifact, forming the Curse Spear.

The bone texts recorded that the merging of a hundred thousand souls was a minor achievement, while the fusion of a million souls was no small matter. In the Western Border, tens of millions had perished, the Flying Pythons consuming flesh and blood, and the spear’s edge had absorbed at least the vengeful spirits of tens of millions.

“Not slaying you all would hardly appease the anger of the world,” Shi Hao’s voice was ice-cold and indifferent.

His body glowed as he executed the seventy two transformation, transforming into a giant Peng bird, spreading its wings to strike the sky. He then utilized the tribe’s mysteries, with a pair of giant claws coming down, incredibly terrifying.

“Boom!”

He collided with the black Bone Spear, emitting black soul flames and thunderous lightning. The elder in gray was sent tumbling, spitting blood, and retreated.

He was astonished. If a usual Venerable One were struck by this Bone Spear, they would inevitably die on the spot, becoming part of the spear, devoured by it.

Yet, Little Stone was terrifyingly powerful. A single strike caused the Curse Spear to crack, forced him to cough up large amounts of blood, unimaginably strong!

“Flee!”

The elder in gray roared, enveloped in swirling black mist. He hurled the Bone Spear at Shi Hao, like black lightning, accompanied by the wailing of a myriad spirits, and he turned to escape with Lord Hun Tian.

“Open!” Shi Hao’s voice thundered like a shock. His body shone with light, and golden feathers floated around him, like the Peng shedding its feathers, cutting through evil spirits.

At his shout, the black Bone Spear halted before him, blocked by characters, then broke inch by inch, black flames rising, finally exploding.

The gray elder, fleeing, leaked black blood from his mouth. The Curse Artifact could sometimes backfire, and he had suffered a serious injury.

Shi Hao reverted to his human form and hastened after them. Overcoming the distance, he clenched his fist into a seal and smashed forward.

“Boom!”

The elder in gray let out a scream, his body disintegrating into a rain of blood and bones, eradicated from this world.

“Do you realize your fault, Lord Hun Tian?” Shi Hao shouted.

Lord Hun Tian, with a serene expression, said, “Though I was influenced by the Blood Demon Ruler, I too harbored desires, otherwise it wouldn’t have come to this. There’s nothing left to say, go ahead.”

“Shh!”

Shi Hao stretched out his hand and emitted a ray of light, instantly crippling Lord Hun Tian’s cultivation.

“Let me end this life,” Lord Hun Tian said calmly, taking a short sword and placing it against his neck, swiftly slicing. His head tumbled to the ground.

In the moment before his death, his expression was complex, as if he bore a sense of release. He mouthed his last words without sound.

“Your Majesty, be cautious… the Heavenly Kingdom’s blood sacrifice.”

These were Lord Hun Tian’s last words, silent, but the shape of his mouth was clear.

“Lord Hun Tian…” Shi Hao sighed softly.

In the distance, the hairy ball and Little Red holding True God Divine Instruments, shattered the remnants of the Blood Demon Ruler into powder, burning it to ashes with Divine Fire.

The battle ended, and Shi Hao lingered long in the Western Border.

Afterward, he returned to the imperial palace, summoned the War King, Peacock King of Light, Peng Jiu, and others for an audience, announcing his abdication. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommended votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)