Legend of Swordsman

Jian Wushuang couldn’t help but step back.

“This Blood Demon Temple Master has good potential. Why bother pursuing the blood-red power!” he couldn’t help but sigh.

Perhaps only he and the Blood Demon Temple Master knew the secret of Ye Lingxiao.

Because initially, this blood-colored power had helped him quite a bit.

The casual impression was very profound.

The Blood Demon Temple Master’s goals were similar to his.

Both wanted to use the power of blood color to forcibly enhance their basic divine power.

The Blood Demon Temple Master’s current basic divine power could reach tens of millions. To the point where ordinary divine power techniques had no effect on him.

He needed divine power techniques of the Ninth Tribulation realm.

But in the Northern Spacetime, there was no Ninth Tribulation realm.

So he set his sights on the Realm God Continent.

That avenue didn’t work out.

Finally, he set his sights on the power of blood.

To forcibly enhance his own basic divine power.

Without divine power techniques, he wanted to raise his divine power to the limit of the Eight Tribulations Realm.

This was also a kind of cultivation method.

Jian Wushuang possessed the Super Eternal Ancient Transformation, which could achieve the greatest amplification.

He was never hungry after being full.

He didn’t understand the Eight Tribulations Realm experts who didn’t have peak divine power techniques.

This was also normal.

After all, they were not gods.

They could only watch as the Blood Demon Temple Master attacked the pyramid like a madman.

Divine power continuously poured out.

The Blood Demon Temple Master attacked for a full 15 minutes before stopping, exhausted.

He was somewhat despondent.

“… Could it be that I really can’t surpass my father?” the Blood Demon Temple Master staggered back.

Inside the pyramid.

Upon seeing this scene, Wu Zuo breathed a sigh of relief. “Looks like it’s time to give up!”

Although they couldn’t feel the power of the attack, they were afraid the opponent could break in.

“What’s this?” Dongsheng noticed a blood-colored crystal above the pyramid, flashing continuously.

Upon hearing Dongsheng’s words, Wu Zuo also looked over.

The red triangular crystal kept flashing.

And the light grew brighter.

“Could it be that it can’t hold on anymore?” Wu Zuo slowly rose up, approached, and carefully studied it.

Worried that the pyramid couldn’t bear it, he reached out to touch it.

Just as he touched it, the pyramid began to tremble.

The silver pyramid, which had been attacked by the Blood Demon Temple Master with impunity, suddenly shook at this moment.

Not only Wu Zuo and the others were shocked.

Even Jian Wushuang outside, widened his eyes.

Feeling a sinking feeling in his heart, he quickly transmitted his voice to Wu Zuo to inquire about the situation inside the pyramid.

“A red crystal?” Jian Wushuang heard Wu Zuo’s words and was puzzled.

He knew very little about the pyramid.

When it was intact, he had only seen it a few times from the outside.

Later, when he entered to kill the metallic light brain, he…

He didn’t have time to investigate.

Suddenly, there was a change, and he couldn’t figure out what was happening.

All he could do was to comfort Wu Zuo and the others, telling them not to touch anything

randomly.

The Blood Demon Temple Master saw the pyramid shaking but showed a surprised expression, thinking that his attack had worked.

He immediately erupted with divine power again and continued to attack the pyramid.

But he didn’t notice that the top of the pyramid had turned red by now.

A mighty red beam of light was converging there.

That power had once severely injured Chi Jiuxiao.

Mind you, Chi Jiuxiao had reached the Ninth Tribulation realm level.

Anyone hit by that blow would feel pain, let alone someone at the peak of the Eighth Tribulation realm.

However, the Blood Demon Temple Master paid no attention to this and kept attacking recklessly.

It wasn’t his fault; it was because the red beam of light had no divine power aura at all.

It was colorless and odorless.

While the Blood Demon Temple Master continued to attack the pyramid relentlessly, suddenly, the red beam of light erupted.

Like a flowing light, it directly surged towards the Blood Demon Temple Master’s chest.

If this blow landed, the Blood Demon Temple Master would undoubtedly perish.

Upon seeing the red beam of light, Jian Wushuang’s first reaction was to flee.

He had experienced the power of that light beam before.

Even from a distance, one could feel its scorching sensation.

After the eruption, the red beam of light exposed its divine power.

The terrifying divine power had already surpassed 20 million.

The Blood Demon Temple Master was completely stunned.

He had never seen such immense divine power before.

He stood there motionless.

Jian Wushuang only cared about fleeing for himself.

He didn’t care at all whether the Blood Demon Temple Master died.

It would be futile even if he died.

He had already said that the pyramid was a treasure of the Ninth Tribulation realm,

unbreakable.

The other party didn’t believe it, but what could he do?

The powerful beings watching the battle felt the sound of space-time shattering.

Then, the sky was covered by the red light.

What happened afterward was unknown.

Jian Wushuang also fled in panic.

Although his telekinesis was observing, it was shattered by the red beam of light.

Only Wu Zuo and the others inside the pyramid could see clearly.

Just as the red beam of light was about to kill the Blood Demon Temple Master, a majestic

figure appeared.

The shattered space-time instantly restored.

Space-time forged eternity.

The majestic figure pushed the Blood Demon Temple Master away.

He stood alone in front of the red beam of light.

Because there was no time, he could only resist it head-on.

The majestic figure struggled to block with both hands.

He felt his divine body being crushed.

His hands had disappeared.

And his divine body had been severely damaged.

But he managed to barely block the red beam of light.

Inside the pyramid, Wu Zuo and the others were stunned by the scene before them.

They hadn’t expected the power of the red beam of light to be so strong. Although Dongsheng and the others didn’t know who was blocking the attack for the Blood Demon Temple Master, they understood that if that blow had hit him, he would surely have

perished.

The one who voluntarily helped the Blood Demon Temple Master must be even more

powerful than him.

Wu Zuo was familiar with the person in front of him.

Because not long ago, he had been introduced to him by Realm King.

He was the true master of the Tian Cang Eternal Realm.

“Elder Tian Cang!”

The majestic figure turned out to be an old man in his seventies.

Seeing this, Wu Zuo also realized.

No wonder after he communicated with Elder Tian Cang, the Blood Demon Temple Master

didn’t attack Jian Wushuang.

It turned out they had some sort of deal.

Helping the Blood Demon Temple Master withstand this blow at the cost of severe injuries.

Even a fool could see that their relationship was extraordinary.

And judging by their appearances, they were likely father and son.

As the power dissipated, the sky returned to calm.

Elder Tian Cang’s hands also recovered, but he didn’t pay attention to the Blood Demon

Temple Master behind him.

Instead, he nodded towards the inside of the pyramid and shouted, “Brother Wu Zuo?”

His tone was extremely playful, as if he was teasing a child.

Wu Zuo, at this moment, also stuck his head out, not looking at Elder Tian Cang but first

casting a glance at the Blood Demon Temple Master.

Obviously, he was suspicious of whether it was safe at the moment.

Seeing this, Elder Tian Cang hurriedly apologized, “I’m late. I made my son act rudely in front

of Senior.”

“Cough cough!”

Seeing this, Wu Zuo directly walked out of the pyramid, his steps steady, his demeanor

arrogant.

He glanced at Elder Tian Cang with an unsightly expression and said, “You’re not a son, you’re a dragon son. You’ve become an Eighth Tribulation realm at such a young age, outstanding among your peers!”