Chapter 463 The Five Ancient Masters All Appeared Here

However, the bloody sword energy, as if ignoring all obstacles, directly pierced through the defenses of the Beyond the Realm Core, severing the black light band into two, and continued its momentum, slashing towards the Master.

“Pfft!”

The Master had nowhere to dodge and could only raise his hand to meet the blow. The bloody sword energy sliced across his arm, instantly tearing his dark golden robe. From the deep, bone-visible wound, black primordial energy and fresh blood gushed out simultaneously.

He staggered back several steps, his eyes filled with shock and unwillingness. Despite refining four Beyond the Realm Cores, he still couldn't block Lin Che’s single sword strike.

Lin Che, however, gave the Master no time to breathe. He gripped the Blood God Sword and pursued him through the air. The sword's crimson glow intensified, and the skull on its tassel began to frantically devour the Beyond the Realm primordial energy in the air.

“Master, you have refined the Beyond the Realm Cores, bringing chaos to all living beings. Today is your day of reckoning!”

Lin Che leaped up, the Blood God Sword drawing a bloody arc in the air. Countless miniature bloody sword energies flew out from the arc, raining down like a storm upon the Master.

A ruthless glint flashed in the Master’s eyes. He suddenly crushed the remaining four unrefined Beyond the Realm Cores, and black primordial energy surged into his body like a volcanic eruption.

“Since you refuse to give up, then this venerable one will make sure you have no burial ground!”

The dark golden light around the Master surged, and he began to burn his own cultivation, forcefully activating a Beyond the Realm forbidden art. Countless black runes appeared around him, forming a colossal black phantom that lunged towards Lin Che.

Wherever the black phantom passed, space completely collapsed, even devouring the bloody sword energy. Lin Che’s pupils constricted, yet he still held the Blood God Sword tightly, merging the power of an Eight-Star Ancient God with the malevolent aura of the Blood God Sword.

“Blood God Unification!”

Lin Che roared, and the Ancient God phantom around him merged with the Blood God Sword’s crimson torrent, transforming into a bloody pillar of light that spanned heaven and earth, colliding with the black phantom with a thunderous impact.

“Boom—”

The colossal sound shook the entire Beyond the Realm. At the point where the black phantom and the bloody pillar of light collided, space turned into chaos, and countless black fragments and crimson light motes splattered.

The Master’s pained scream echoed from the chaos. The forbidden art he activated by burning his cultivation was forcefully shattered, and his body disintegrated inch by inch within the chaos.

Lin Che, too, was shaken by the backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood. A crack appeared on the Blood God Sword’s blade, and the aura of the Eight-Star Ancient God also weakened slightly.

When the chaos dispersed, the Master’s figure had become ethereal. He looked at Lin Che, who held the Blood God Sword, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.

“I am unwilling… I refined the Beyond the Realm Cores, intending to ascend to the position of Supreme Venerable, yet I was defeated by a mere Lin Che…”

Lin Che staggered to the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the Master’s position, letting out a heavy breath. His eyes revealed a bone-chilling coldness.

Just as Lin Che was about to strike the Master down, the heavens and earth changed color, and several figures instantly appeared, suddenly repelling Lin Che a hundred meters away.

Lin Che suddenly spat out a mouthful of crimson blood, staggering back two steps, and stared at the position in the sky.

“Five Ancient Venerables!”

The powerful individuals who had arrived were none other than the Five Ancient Venerables from Beyond the Realm: Daoist Lanmeng, Sky God Heavenly Venerable, Daoist Miaoyin, and Nine Heavens Demon Lord.

Daoist Lanmeng glanced at the situation, and softly said, “I didn’t expect it to turn out like this. Master, you truly have made us see you in a new light.”

The Master struggled to his feet, spitting out another mouthful of blood, and raised his head ferociously, saying, “You old geezers, if you have the guts, come on yourselves… This guy possesses Dao Ancient inheritance and the strength of an Eight-Star Ancient God, akin to the peak of the Sky Spirit Realm.”

Hearing this, Daoist Miaoyin paused his actions, looked at Lin Che, and narrowed his eyes, saying, “When I met him in the Ancient Tomb back then, he was merely at the early Sky Spirit Realm. Now, he’s actually at the late Sky Spirit Realm Great Perfection stage…”

Before Daoist Miaoyin finished speaking, three sound waves rippling with water patterns had already condensed on his fingertips. The sound waves were formless but carried a sharp whistle that could penetrate the soul, heading straight for Lin Che’s glabella.

He was most skilled at using sound as a blade. In the Ancient Tomb back then, he had used this technique to annihilate the souls of countless cultivators. Now, seeing Lin Che’s cultivation surge, he took the initiative to strike, intending to gain the upper hand.

Lin Che’s eyes sharpened. Although his internal organs were injured by the backlash, he still reacted extremely quickly, holding the Blood God Sword horizontally.

The crimson blade drew an arc in front of him. The bloody skull on the sword tassel spewed out eerie green ghost flames, and at the moment of collision with the sound waves, the ghost flames suddenly surged, incinerating the sound waves into nothingness, leaving only a few piercing shrieks that dissipated into the air.

“Oh? You can block my Water Sound Blade?”

A hint of surprise flashed in Daoist Miaoyin’s eyes, then a cold smile tugged at his lips, “However, with the four of us here today, even if you are an Eight-Star Ancient God, you won’t be able to escape.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the mist around Sky God Heavenly Venerable suddenly churned, forming dozens of illusory clones identical to his true body, which surrounded Lin Che from all directions.

Each of these clones exuded the pressure of the late Sky Spirit Realm, condensing black light blades in their hands. The blades tore through space, forming a dense web of attacks.

“Back then, my clone was killed by your arrow. Today, I’ll let you taste what it’s like to be surrounded and killed by clones!”

Sky God Heavenly Venerable’s voice emerged from the mist, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

Lin Che rose into the air, the Blood God Sword’s crimson light blazing brightly. He infused the power of the Eight-Star Ancient God into the sword and spun around, slashing out fiercely.

A circular bloody sword energy spread out. Wherever it passed, Sky God Heavenly Venerable’s clones were cut in half and dissipated into mist.

But more clones condensed from the mist, surging in an endless tide, completely blocking his retreat.

Just then, Nine Heavens Demon Lord suddenly roared, and demonic flames shot up into the sky around him, forming a black demonic phantom dozens of feet tall.

The phantom held a giant hammer, its body inscribed with demonic runes, and with world-destroying momentum, it smashed down towards Lin Che’s head. “Brat, dare to injure the Master, today I’ll let you taste the power of my God-Slaying Hammer!”

Lin Che suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, spraying a mouthful of vital blood onto the Blood God Sword.

The three bloody skulls on the sword tassel simultaneously opened their eyes. The roars of a million souls echoed through the Black Wind Abyss, and a malevolent aura shot up into the sky, forcefully shattering the light blue sound waves wrapped around him.

Using the momentum to dodge, the Blood God Sword, carrying a crimson torrent, directly slashed towards Nine Heavens Demon Lord’s giant hammer.

“Clang!”

The clash of metal shook heaven and earth. Nine Heavens Demon Lord felt an overwhelmingly powerful force transmit through the giant hammer, his arm went numb, and he was actually sent flying backward.

Lin Che was also forced back several steps by the backlash, his internal injuries worsening again, blood continuously gushing from the corner of his mouth.

The Master watched this scene, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes. He endured the intense pain in his body, injecting the remaining Beyond the Realm primordial energy into his palm, condensing a dark golden palm print. Taking advantage of Lin Che’s old strength being spent and new strength not yet generated, he quietly struck from behind.

“Lin Che, die!”