Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality

Thirty thousand cultivators from the Nine Great Sects flew toward Xiao Mo in unison.

However, as they closed in on their target, almost everyone slowed their flight speed simultaneously.

Though only a single man stood before them, it felt as if they were facing an army of thousands. An invisible pressure washed over them!

When the foremost group of cultivators was only two hundred zhang away, Xiao Mo slowly lowered his vermilion wine gourd and casually hung it back at his waist.

Next, he raised his hand and held the long blade vertically before him, slowly drawing it from its sheath inch by inch.

With every revealed inch of the Dyed Ink Blade, an endless black Sword Qi coiled and spread like a living creature, surging outward along the body of the blade.

The tyrannical Sword Intent was like streams of black silk, unfurling and swirling in every direction.

With Xiao Mo at the center, a dense Blood Evil Qi merged with the biting Sword Qi.

With every step the cultivators took forward, they felt the crushing pressure of the Blood Qi and Sword Intent grow more intense.

Cold sweat was already beading on the brows of many.

Judging by his Spiritual Power, he was clearly just an Immortal Realm Cultivator,

so how could he exude such terrifying pressure?

“Xiao Mo! You colluded with your own sect members in a rebellion and murdered my dearest friend, Ding Jingyi! What do you have to say for yourself?”

Tang Beifeng, Sect Leader of the Emperor Beast Sect, flew forward and boomed the accusation at Xiao Mo.

“I killed him. So what?”

Xiao Mo’s tone was flat. He didn’t even glance toward Tang Beifeng, merely lowering his gaze to wipe Dyed Ink.

“Today, I will get justice for him!”

Tang Beifeng’s voice shook the heavens, his words full of righteous indignation.

Only then did Xiao Mo slowly raise his eyes, his gaze toward Tang Beifeng like that of a man watching a clown on a stage, tinged with mockery:

“If you want to take advantage of the chaos, just say so. As a man of the Demon Dao, you insist on making so many excuses. It’s more sickening than a whore from a brothel building a monument to her own chastity.”

“You arrogant whelp, how dare you…”

Zhong Dan, Sect Leader of the White Jade Sect, flew into a rage at these words and was about to berate him,

but before he could finish, his pupils shrank abruptly.

Xiao Mo’s long blade had already slashed down through the air.

A jet-black arc of light seemed to tear heaven and earth apart.

“Get out of the way!”

The roar of Wei Han, Sect Leader of the Desert Wind Sect, suddenly rang out.

In truth, they didn’t need his reminder. The vast majority of the cultivators knew in their hearts—they could never block that strike.

However, knowing one had to dodge was one thing. How many could actually do it?

As Xiao Mo’s long blade fell, the surging torrent of thirty thousand cultivators was cleaved in two, a gaping hole torn through their ranks by that single strike.

Wherever the Sword Qi touched, countless cultivators instantly exploded into clouds of blood mist.

While the crowd was still reeling in shock, Xiao Mo stepped forward, long blade in hand.

He was clearly walking on air, yet it was as if he strode through a pool of blood.

With every step he took, crimson ripples spread through the void.

Before anyone knew it, the very color of heaven and earth had changed.

With Xiao Mo at the center, the land and sky for fifty li in every direction were dyed a deep crimson.

Towering pillars of crimson light rose up, forming a gigantic cage that imprisoned them all.

“Blood Prison?!”

Tang Beifeng stared blankly at the scene before him.

He was not completely ignorant of the Blood Demon Saber Technique; he recognized this as one of its moves.

In Tang Beifeng’s eyes, this Xiao Mo was truly mad!

He actually intended to trap all thirty thousand of them within his Blood Prison and slaughter every last one!

Setting aside everyone else, their side alone had nine experts in the Ascension Realm!

What on earth gave him the confidence to do this?

He couldn’t even use the Wandao Sect’s Sect Protection Array anymore!

However, Xiao Mo did not give them any more time to think.

The crimson color between heaven and earth grew ever more concentrated. The long blade in his hand, “Dyed Ink,” seemed to transform into a giant calligraphy brush, using the Blood Evil Qi that saturated the world as ink as it painted with wild abandon.

It was just that wherever this “ink” passed, any cultivator touched by the Blood Evil Qi, without exception, burst into a cloud of blood mist.

For a moment, it was as if countless crimson fireworks were blooming over the battlefield. Beneath the brilliant display, the souls of cultivators were being scattered to the winds.

Tang Beifeng and the other Sect Leaders of the Nine Great Demon Sects could no longer sit by and watch. Nine figures shot out at once, intending to surround Xiao Mo and kill him in a coordinated assault.

In their minds, nine Ascension Realm experts ganging up on a helpless and isolated Xiao Mo should be an effortless task.

However, they quickly realized they were wrong.

Although Xiao Mo was only in the Immortal Realm, his strength had long surpassed that of an ordinary Ascension Realm Cultivator.

With the constant empowerment from the Immortal Soldier in his hand, his combat strength was even more outrageous.

Xiao Mo targeted the Sect Leader of the Tianqi Sect first, charging straight toward him to kill.

Yun Mochen, the Sect Leader of the Tianqi Sect, brandished a Light Spear. After barely managing to exchange ten rounds with Xiao Mo, the webbing of his hand was already numb from the vibrations, and he was ultimately sent flying by a slash.

“Brother Yun, I’ll help you!”

Wei Han, Sect Leader of the Desert Wind Sect, roared. With a wave of his hand, countless specks of sand and dust converged to form a Fierce Beast that lunged at Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo slashed out once, and the sand beast collapsed with a BOOM, dissolving into a sky full of dust.

The next second, he burst through the sand screen, his blade aimed directly at Wei Han!

Wei Han was sliced in two by the strike, his body dissolving into streams of falling sand.

But in the blink of an eye, the sand and dust gathered once more, reforming his body.

“Cough… cough, cough…”

Wei Han clutched his chest tightly, his face pale. He had clearly suffered a severe internal injury.

“Whoever brings me Xiao Mo’s head will be the future master of the Wandao Sect!”

Jiang Huan, Sect Leader of the West Dream Sect, cried out, then led the charge himself, spearheading the cultivators’ rush toward Xiao Mo.