Su Bai transmigrated to a high martial arts world. Due to his inferior awakened talent, he lost his qualification for the college entrance exam and, in a fit of anger, went to the border to kill de...
In the crowd.
Upon seeing this, a masked cultivator suddenly roared out, his voice filled with excitement and fervor, which sounded exceptionally jarring in the atmosphere of universal mourning.
But as soon as those around him looked over, the masked cultivator vanished from his spot in an instant, leaving no trace.
None of those present were able to discern his whereabouts.
Even Ji Ruojun, a pseudo-saint, couldn't detect a single trace of this person.
Such behavior reminded her of the little girl Su Bai had asked her about years ago.
She hadn't paid much attention to it at the time, but upon reflection, she realized that when she went to find Su Bai, he was indeed talking to someone.
"Could it be someone left behind from the ancient human race?"
Ji Ruojun frowned, but despite racking her brains, she couldn't find any clues.
After all, the way the person in front of them disappeared was indeed too bizarre.
Boom—Crack!
Thunder rumbled, and the blood rain intensified considerably.
The group, who were already in shock, suddenly came to their senses at this moment.
At this moment, their faces showed neither excitement at witnessing such a magnificent scene nor unexpected shock; only endless sorrow.
It was as if this blood rain, a tragedy that grieved heaven and earth, had deeply affected them.
The only one in the room who looked normal was Ji Ruojun, who had no expression.
She looked up at the sky, which was covered in blood and reeked of a foul stench, and then turned and left.
The cultivators at the Great Emperor level stood motionless, seemingly lost in thought, as if deeply mourning the fallen pseudo-saints.
This scene was not only present in Tianxing City, but also in other parts of the Tianxing Realm.
......
Whoosh!
Above the sky, the frail figure amidst the blood-red clouds effortlessly slew the last pseudo-saint in front of him with a flick of his sword!
[Ding! Host has slain 20 foreign race members, gaining 60 million attribute points!]
The cold system notification sounded in his mind, but the young man ignored it as if he hadn't heard it. He simply picked up his longsword and vanished into the void.
When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of a group of foreign semi-saint powerhouses.
"Don't kill me, please! Please!"
"I've cultivated for so many years, I don't want to die!"
"Spare me! Spare me! Sword Immortal, spare me!"
"Sword Immortal, I'm kneeling before you, please don't, please don't kill me!"
"......"
That breathtaking sword dance amidst the rain of blood claimed the lives of twenty pseudo-saint level experts and terrified the foreign experts below.
When they saw the boy appear in front of them, their first thought was not to resist or escape, but to kneel down and beg for mercy.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
......
The army collapsed like a house of cards. Some people took the lead and knelt down, and the powerful Saints and Emperors among the foreign races all knelt down one after another.
Amidst the rain of blood, the young man, with his red hair, black robe, and seven-colored longsword, stood upright like a bewitching immortal judging the world.
Before him stood over 100,000 powerful foreign warriors, kneeling on the ground, their bodies trembling.
However.
Faced with these foreigners begging for mercy, the boy remained unmoved, simply and indifferently sheathing his sword.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
......
At the same time, fifteen pseudo-saint powerhouses suddenly descended upon this place.
When they saw that although he was covered in blood clouds and his red hair was flowing, he was surrounded by a vast aura and an aura of heaven and earth that belonged only to the human race, many people immediately headed in his direction.
But before they could take two steps, they saw a seven-colored sword beam that stretched across the sky rushing towards the boy in an instant.
He annihilated the more than 100,000 foreign warriors kneeling in front of him!
This scene left the group of fifteen people completely stunned, frozen in place, too afraid to move!
[Ding! Host has slain 101,000 alien race members, gaining 150 million attribute points!]
Whoosh!
As the young man sheathed his sword, the boundless sword energy that had previously resembled a seven-colored sea vanished without a trace in an instant.
At the same time, a torrent of blood, as vast as a river, surged toward the boy and engulfed him in the blink of an eye.
But in just a few dozen breaths, the boy had absorbed all the surrounding blood into his body.
Without the terrifying blood mist surrounding him, the vast and boundless land was left only with a torrent of blood raining down like a great river, and an endless, lingering stench of blood.
"Elite Spirit Clan?"
It wasn't until the boy's clear, cold voice rang out that the fifteen pseudo-saint powerhouses snapped back to their senses.
"Returning to Fengjiutian, Elder of the Phoenix Clan, may I ask your name?"
The elderly man in red robes standing in the middle respectfully clasped his hands in a salute.
“Human, Su Bai.” Su Bai nodded.
"Su...Ren...Feng Jiutian greets Your Majesty!"
Knowing Su Bai's identity, Feng Jiutian, who was already bowing, bent even more at this moment.
At the same time, the group of pseudo-saint powerhouses beside him also clasped their fists in unison.
"Ao Changshi of the Spirit Dragon Clan greets Your Majesty!"
"Hu Kuangtian of the Spirit Tiger Clan greets Your Majesty!"
"Hu Qingyu of the Spirit Fox Clan greets Your Majesty!"
"......"
With a flick of his wrist, Su Bai unleashed a gentle burst of sword energy, helping everyone to their feet.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Seeing this, everyone felt more favorably toward Su Bai.
The lingering shock from that previous sword strike had also faded away without anyone noticing.
"Follow the original route to Jiutian City."
"No one will stop you."
Su Bai said calmly.
"This... won't the ruler come with us?" Feng Jiutian asked, somewhat surprised.
Su Bai shook his head, said nothing, and turned to leave.
Stay where you are.
The crowd stared at his thin figure beneath the blood-red curtain, speechless for a moment.
Only after he completely disappeared into the endless rain of blood did Feng Jiu let out a soft sigh.
"I never imagined that the one wielding the Human Emperor's Sword would resemble a demonic cultivator, yet he possesses an unyielding and immense strength of the human race. The combination of these two elements is truly bizarre."
"What's wrong with that? Decisiveness in killing and the ability to control one's emotions are essential qualities of a strong person!"
Beside him, a pseudo-saint powerhouse spoke in a deep voice.
Upon hearing this, many people nodded in agreement.
"I didn't say it was bad, but I feel that the Human Ruler is too sharp and outspoken. The human race has not yet defeated any foreign races. If he is targeted by the Celestial Palace and they send a Pseudo-Saint Legion or a True Saint expert to kill him, it would be a devastating blow to the human race!"
Feng Jiutian looked serious.
His words, especially the words "Palace of Celestial Beings," caused everyone to fall into deep thought.
Much later.
A burly man with stubble suddenly spat out a mouthful of saliva, disregarding his image.