Peerless War God

Her eyes were wide open as she looked at Mo Hun in disbelief, as if she had seen a ghost.    

"Hmph, go to hell."    

The Blood Cloth did not say much. To her, she had already killed countless people, and her heart had already become numb, leaving only her violent instincts.    

From Mo Hun's body, she instinctively sensed an extremely dangerous aura, as if it was about to freeze her.    

If she wanted to live, she had to fight with her life on the line. Otherwise, she would only end up dead.    

Then she would fight with her life on the line.    

The blood-colored whip that was covered in thorns swung with all its strength, releasing a whimper. As it tore through the air, it lashed out towards Chen Xiao.    

In an instant, countless whip shadows appeared, forming an illusionary cage that was several times faster than lightning. It lashed out.    

"What a fast whip."    

Chen Xiao's pupils shrank, but he did not block it. He allowed the thorny whip to lash onto his body.    

"Bang, bang, bang."    

The sounds of collisions rang out. The protective mana on the surface of Mo Hun's body continuously flashed. It was very shocking, but he was like nothing had happened. He was as unmoving as a mountain and did not cause much damage.    

When the Blood Cloth saw this, her heart was filled with fear. She did not dare to think too much and shouted with all her might, "Eat this move of mine again."    

With a crisp sound, the sound of the whip tearing through the air rang out again as it swung.    

In the next moment, the Blood Cloth turned around and ran without looking back. "Blood Light Thousand Transformations Escape Technique."    

At first, she did not want to risk her life. She only wanted to escape. She took advantage of the moment when Chen Xiao was distracted to burn her life and use a secret escape technique.    

With a bang, the blood-red figure quickly melted and turned into countless blood-colored lights that exploded in the air and flew into the distance.    

Although the price of this move was extremely tragic, it was still very difficult to defend against. As long as one of the blood-colored lights escaped, he could be reincarnated again.    

Of course, the price was also huge.    

After that, her soul realm would forever fall, and she would never be able to become stronger through cultivation. She would forever be in the Prominent Divine Stage. This was very cruel.    

But compared to death, she still wanted to live.    

If the blood-red figure had not encountered Chen Xiao this time, but another cultivator, she would have really escaped.    

Unfortunately, she had met Chen Xiao.    

"You want to leave? Soul Seizing Sword."    

A small green sword flew out. In a flash, its speed was so fast that it was silent. In an instant, the countless blood-colored lights that the blood-red figure had split into were all destroyed, and her soul was destroyed on the spot.    

The Soul Seizing Sword was too fast, and it did not let a single fish escape.    

"Collect."    

In the air, Chen Xiao waved his right hand, and the Soul Seizing Sword flew back. Along with it was the remnant soul of the blood-red figure's protector.    

The remnant soul's face was distorted like a fierce beast. There was endless resentment and killing intent surrounding it. Its entire body was riddled with holes, and it was in tatters. It was constantly suffering from great torment.    

"Kill me! Kill me! Please kill me!"    

Blood Cloth Protector's eyes were filled with tears as he desperately roared.    

In this state, she felt that it was better to die than live. She had already lost all hope and only wished for quick death.    

In her heart, she did not feel much regret. She just felt helpless and a little unwilling.    

When she chose to walk this evil path, it seemed that the outcome was already determined.    

When Chen Xiao saw this, he could not bear it and sighed, "Don't worry, I'll send you to your death very soon."    

Blood Cloth Protector, who was wrapped in resentment, revealed a rare warm smile on his sinister face, as if he was relieved.    

"Thank you."    

Chen Xiao nodded, "Soul Search."    

His right hand reached out, and streams of Spiritual Sense wrapped around the remnant soul like spider silk. It was like countless steel needles piercing into the remnant soul bit by bit.    

The process of soul searching was originally extremely painful, but to the dying Blood Cloth, it was a form of relief.    

After a moment, Chen Xiao's eyes lit up, "I found you, the sect master of the Blood Spirit Sect. Heh, so you were hiding here."    

Then, he clenched his right hand, and the remnant soul was crushed into countless tiny bits of light that dissipated into the void.    

He was completely relieved.    

Chen Xiao was in midair, his gaze was deep, but hidden within was endless fury as he looked in a certain direction.    

"Blood Spirit Sect, heh, they really deserve to die."    

He took a step into the sky, and his entire body shot out. With a single step, he traversed a distance of over a hundred thousand li and vanished on the spot.    

In a bustling city extremely far away from Baishi City was a flourishing city called Anyang City. It had a population of over ten million, and it was filled with numerous cultivators. The Zhao Clan was revered, and it had developed for over ten generations, and it could be said to be a hegemony of a region.    

Today, as usual, the Patriarch, Zhao Zheng, sat upright in the hall. His figure was like a tiger or a leopard, and he emanated an unflustered might. The numerous female servants and disciples below him were all busy with their feet not touching the ground.    

Zhao Zheng raised his head and took a large gulp of wine, then he embraced the beautiful and delicate female cultivator that was like a flower in his embrace and extended his hand into her clothes to play with her wantonly, and he had an evil expression on his face.    

“Is the preparation for the Clan Assembly ready?”    

At this moment, the red-faced Zhao Zheng asked.    

The people on his left and right hurriedly replied, “My Patriarch, as you said, all the disciples at the Soul Formation and above have been summoned back to participate in the Clan Assembly, and they’ve already been arranged.”    

“Haha! I don’t have to worry about your work. Let’s go and take a look.”    

Zhao Zheng cast aside the female cultivator in his embrace and stood up before striding out of the hall.    

“Yes.”    

The people on his left and right hurried to follow.    

The enormous Zhao Clan Estate occupied an extremely vast area, and it was practically half the entire Anyang City. It was the Zhao Clan’s territory, and it could be said that Anyang City was the Zhao Clan’s Anyang City.    

Within the city, Zhao Zheng was the Patriarch of the Zhao Clan, and he controlled the power of life and death. He could give and take as he pleased, and he was completely in charge.    

Outside the main hall of the Zhao family was a huge martial arts arena. At this moment, it was filled with countless Zhao family disciples. There were men and women, strong and weak. Everyone was gathered together, making it very lively.    

And in the center of the martial arts arena was a ring.    

The Zhao family's annual family meeting was held once every ten years. One reason was to celebrate, and the other reason was to select the family head's cultivation genius. The ring in front of them was the highlight of the family meeting.    

As the matches began, cheers could be heard everywhere.    

“Good, well fought. I never thought that in just a few years, his fist intent would have reached such a level. So powerful.”    

“Wow, he really broke through. It seems like the legend is true. There will be a good show to watch.”    

“I wonder who will be in the top ten this year. I'm really looking forward to it. It's so interesting.”    

“That's right. I heard that the rewards this year are very special. But the ancestor personally set them. They are even rarer than the previous years. It's a pity that we don't have the strength to compete for them.”    

“Look, look. It's Zhao Feng. He's going to make a move. I guarantee that he will definitely be in the top ten this year. Watch carefully.”    

Under the countless Zhao family members' watchful eyes, the disciples on the ring desperately waved their hot-blooded hands, trying to win and get the rewards.    

Chapter 18 – The Top 10 of the Family Competition