Divine Replication System

The scent of blood grew more pungent by the moment.    

Should an ordinary Emperor Level Martial Cultivator find themselves within a few miles, their Vitality would churn uncontrollably, surging wildly within them.    

In such a state, their combat strength would dwindle to less than ten percent of its capacity.    

Those of lower cultivation levels would be torn asunder, their blood spraying out as they struggled to cling to life.    

The sheer might of the Spell Formation was evident for all to see.    

Emperor Level Martial Cultivators from the five major forces, stationed miles away, sensed this formidable power and their faces grew pale with concern.    

"It's even stronger than before!"    

"Indeed, the last time wasn't its full extent!"    

"I wonder if the senior can hold up against it. If not, we should make our escape immediately, shouldn't we?"    

"…"    

The Emperor Level Martial Cultivators exchanged thoughts through their divine sense.    

The words of those who had survived the previous Demon Aura siege only served to amplify the panic among them.    

Their confidence in Lin Xuan waned.    

They were all prepared to flee at the first sign of trouble.    

Meanwhile, at the location nearest to the black and red light barrier.    

Lin Xuan hovered effortlessly, seemingly unaffected by the tumult below.    

The formidable energies dissipated before they could even approach within a hundred meters of him.    

It was as if an invisible black hole surrounded Lin Xuan, devouring all in its path.    

This phenomenon was the only thing allowing the other martial cultivators to hang onto their composure.    

If Lin Xuan, the enigmatic powerhouse, couldn't withstand the onslaught, they would be wise to retreat sooner rather than later.    

Down below, the Devil Cloud Sect's upper echelon, including Mo Ying, were less concerned with the external chaos.    

Having seen Lin Xuan effortlessly dispatch Wei Zhengzhen, a martial cultivator of the same rank, with a single slap, leaving him virtually defenseless, they recognized Lin Xuan's superiority.    

Whether Lin Xuan had attained the Half-level Emperor status was uncertain.    

Nevertheless, they acknowledged that he was not to be compared with their previous adversaries.    

Only by unleashing the full force of their sect's protective grand array, the Demonic Blood Destruction Heavenly Array, could they hope to contend with him.    

Before long, the protective shield of the grand Spell Formation enveloping the Devil Cloud Sect turned a deep, dark hue, reminiscent of an intensely thick sea of blood. The scenes within the sect below became obscured and hazy. Yet, the power of the formation continued to climb steadily, far surpassing the pinnacle of Emperor Level. Wisps of a faint imperial presence began to waft from it. However, these traces of imperial might harmlessly circled around Lin Xuan, posing no threat to him.    

"It's starting to look somewhat impressive," Lin Xuan remarked, his demeanor calm and unshaken.    

"Demonic Blood Destruction Heavenly Slash!" Mo Ying's bellow echoed through the air.    

In an instant, the Void within several kilometers shifted in hue. The previously clear and sunny vista transformed into a blood-red spectacle, with torrents of black and red mist swirling tumultuously. It was as if they had been transported to an endless sea of blood, completely submerging Lin Xuan's figure from view.    

Ten miles away, the Martial Cultivators watched anxiously. The mere presence of the blood sea's might caused their hearts to quiver involuntarily. Its power had once again exceeded their expectations. Now, with Lin Xuan's figure obscured, they were left in the dark about the unfolding events, heightening their sense of dread. This was true even for the Martial Cultivators of the Elemental Spirit Hall, who had held some confidence in Lin Xuan.    

Suddenly, the region resembling a sea of blood underwent a dramatic transformation. The surging, gathering, and merging energies coalesced into a colossal blade, a thousand meters in length, with no hilt, only a blade body that was blood-red in color. It spanned the Void, as if cleaving the very heavens in two with its immense blade light.    

Lin Xuan's figure re-emerged. Yet, in comparison to the gargantuan blood-red blade light, he appeared minuscule, akin to an ant. The imperial might emanating from the blade light had intensified significantly. The once dense black-red protective shield below had become somewhat transparent, a shadow of its former self, seemingly drained by the energy of the blood-red blade light.    

Unaffected, Lin Xuan stood resolute in the Void, as if untouchable by any force. All power seemed to vanish before it could even draw near. The Emperor Level Martial Cultivators observing from a distance were utterly astounded by the display of imperial might, their eyes wide with awe and trepidation.    

Beneath this overwhelming force, they all felt incredibly insignificant and frail, as if they had regressed to their former selves before they had begun their martial training, rather than having ascended to the Martial Monarch Stage, the elite of the entire Dongyuan Continent.    

They were capable of unleashing a blade light spanning a thousand meters.    

Yet, even from ten miles away, they felt powerless, unable to muster their fighting spirit—something beyond their imagination.    

Had Lin Xuan not been standing before them, maintaining his composure,    

they would have opted for flight.    

Instead of gritting their teeth and remaining steadfast in this place.    

Even now, at a distance of ten miles, they felt little safety.    

"Slash!"    

A thunderous shout echoed in all directions.    

A thousand-meter-long blood-red blade light descended upon Lin Xuan with unstoppable force, cleaving through the heavens and earth with unparalleled might.    

Its massive size did not hinder its speed.    

As it fell, it seemed to stain all in its path with a crimson hue.    

The blade light narrowed to a sliver, leaving a swath of lingering images in its wake.    

Even a peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivator in the vicinity would have been overwhelmed, devoured, and torn asunder, leaving no trace of their existence, before they could even react.    

The Emperor Level Martial Cultivators, even those ten miles away, couldn't help but show signs of dread.    

Yet Lin Xuan's demeanor remained serene, his face even breaking into a slight smile.    

"It has a semblance of an Emperor Level Spell Formation's power, but alas, it falls far short of a true Emperor Level Grand Array," Lin Xuan murmured to himself, seemingly unimpressed by the formidable blood-red blade light.    

"Awoo!"    

Tian, now the size of a palm and perched on Lin Xuan's shoulder, yelped as if echoing Lin Xuan's sentiment.    

The sound waves rolled forth, dispersing the surrounding blood-colored mist, which was imbued with a faint imperial presence.    

Still, they dissipated.    

Regrettably, this spectacle went unnoticed.    

Lin Xuan faced the descending colossal blood-red blade light.    

He extended his palm and grasped upwards.    

A torrent of invisible air surged forth, howling into the void.    

In a fleeting moment, the blood-red fog that enveloped thousands of meters around Lin Xuan was violently shattered, vanishing into thin air.    

The void around him returned to its prior state of clarity and warmth, as if nothing had transpired.    

Countless waves of energy coalesced into a transparent palm, confronting the blood-red blade light head-on.    

More accurately, it seized it.    

Witnessing this, Mo Ying felt his heart skip a beat, the unease within him intensifying.    

And yet, Lin Xuan carried himself with such nonchalance.    

His palm strike appeared effortless.    

He employed neither martial arts nor any profound techniques.    

He didn't even wield a Spirit weapon.    

It was as though it was just an ordinary palm strike.    

Ironically, Lin Xuan's approach seemed to favor Mo Ying.    

But could it truly be that simple?    

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