315: Chapter 149: One Spear, Blood River, People of Hundred Peaks_1 315: Chapter 149: One Spear, Blood River, People of Hundred Peaks_1 The Bloodthirsty Mad Demon was shrouded in endless black Demonic Qi, seeming even darker than the night itself, and waves of intense, ghastly, terrifying, gloomy, and bizarre auras permeated the space.
Then suddenly, a look of shock crossed his profound and terrifying eyes.
Opposite him, from behind that Peak Master of the Hundred Peaks Sect, a golden core the size of a broad bean suddenly flew out.
He was clearly at the Core Formation Stage, how could he possibly have a Golden Core?
Moreover, this aura, it wasn’t that of a Golden Core.
The Heretical Golden Core behind Cao Zhen suddenly fell into his palm, where streaks of purple thunderbolt had already begun to appear.
The Five-thunder Righteous Method!
Xiang Ziyu, before leaving, had already cultivated the Five-thunder Righteous Method to its ultimate limit, reaching Level Fifty-One.
But Xiang Ziyu was at Perfect Completion Golden Core, while he was only at Core Formation Stage.
Though he had reached Level Fifty-One of the Five-thunder Righteous Method due to his connection with Xiang Ziyu, he was unable to wield the Level Fifty-One Five-thunder Righteous Method.
Under normal circumstances, his body couldn’t withstand the power of the Level Fifty-One Five-thunder Righteous Method.
Unless he used the Heretical Golden Core.
Wielding the Five-thunder Righteous Method through the Heretical Golden Core!
On the surface of the broad bean-sized Heretical Golden Core, streaks of purple thunder crawled over it, like snakes of electricity slithering across.
In the next moment, within the canyon, a muffled sound rang out, as if it could shatter mountains.
In the darkness, a thick bolt of thunder descended from the sky, painting the entire night sky with a splendorous purple.
The boundless might pressed toward the ground, giving off the feeling that the entire canyon might become dust under the impact of the thunderbolt!
In the Bloodthirsty Mad Demon’s eyes, his pupils suddenly contracted, filled with endless horror.
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Even he, at full power, could not unleash such a fearsome Divine Skill!
How could he possibly endure such a powerful Divine Skill?
Overwhelmed by alarm, the mana around the Bloodthirsty Mad Demon surged crazily as segments of black mist gathered before him, compressing over and over again to form a massive black mound.
It was just a mound, but it brought about the impression that the entire canyon had been transformed into a graveyard, the chilly and terrifying aura spreading.
But in the next moment, the boundless mana of the Righteous Path fell from the sky, and the purple thunderbolts slammed onto the black mound.
In an instant, the mound, which was nearly the size of a small hill, shattered to pieces, and the black Demonic Qi, under the relentless assault of the thunderbolts, was completely dispersed, vanishing without a trace.
The vast Power of Thunderbolt shattered the mound and struck heavily on the Bloodthirsty Mad Demon.
In an instant, flesh flew in all directions, half of the demon’s body almost completely obliterated, as blood ceaselessly flowed.
The Bloodthirsty Mad Demon coughed twice, and with each cough, he spat out mouthfuls of blood; his face was utterly devoid of any color, and he lay powerlessly on the ground, eyes filled with disbelief as he watched the slowly approaching figure.
This strike, the power of this strike, was almost on par with a Mid-Stage Golden Core existence.
How could a Cultivator at Core Formation Stage launch such a powerful strike?
Cao Zhen slowly approached the Bloodthirsty Mad Demon.
He had held back on that strike, otherwise, the Bloodthirsty Mad Demon would be nothing but a corpse by now.
“Speak, what exactly are you doing?
Why do you need so much blood?
What are you planning to do with these children?”
The Bloodthirsty Mad Demon heard this and suddenly burst into a jeering laugh: “You’re still asking me this question, you really are a fool.”
If death was inevitable, then he might as well curse freely.
“Fools, all of you are fools.
You actually followed me here.
And those people in the town, even more so, do they think that by sacrificing a bit of blood, and a child each night, they could save their lives?
Tonight is the night this entire town is destroyed, everyone will die!”
As the words of the Bloodthirsty Mad Demon fell, in the distance, a towering Demonic Qi surged towards the heavens from the small town, seemingly overshadowing all the light above the town.
“No good, the disciples of the Hundred Peaks Sect!”
Cao Zhen suddenly realized the danger and raised his hand, delivering another strike of the Five-thunder Righteous Method.
The purple thunderbolt fell, completely obliterating the head of the Bloodthirsty Mad Demon.
Without checking his surroundings, he hastened towards the direction of the town.
The closer he got to the town, the more oppressive the air became; the Demonic Qi in the town seemed to still be growing.
Cao Zhen sped up, charging ahead.
The darkness around the town was markedly thicker than elsewhere, and the moonlight in the sky seemed mostly obscured.
Only upon flying into the town did he clearly see the situation there.
In the central plaza of the town, the Mayor along with various officials of the imperial court, and the common folk knelt on the ground.
Not far from them, with Lan Pili at the forefront, the disciples of the Hundred Peaks Sect were encircled in the center, with streams of black Demonic Qi constantly swirling towards the people, entwining them like tendrils of black thread.
The source of the black threads was a woman with a pale face that showed no hint of color, dressed in a red robe.
Her long hair was snow-white, her mouth like an ink stain, void of a nose, and her pupils an eerie red.
Most bizarrely, on either side of her head were lumps as large as fists.