Chapter 1310: Chapter 1311: Turned Green with Envy

Chen Yuan pointed to the divine decree above and said.

The characters on the divine decree possessed powerful Divine Soul strength; if one’s cultivation level was insufficient and their spirit weak, merely a glance would leave them overwhelmed by the conveyed artistic conception.

However, Huazi automatically immunized against all psychic attacks and could even purify the Power of Faith within the Buddha Country, let alone this divine decree. As long as he wielded Huazi, the divine decree could not get close to him.

“I’ll do it!”

One of the Sword Sect’s young disciples stepped forward, his flying sword sweeping across and slicing towards the divine decree. Although it did not cause any damage, it managed to shift it slightly.

Then, with a flicker of his figure, he took down the decree. This decree itself did not encompass any Immortal Yuan Power; it was sustained only by an artistic conception. Faced with Huazi, he remained safe and sound.

“Brilliant!”

Seeing this scene, the disciples from the Sword Sect behind could not help but reveal a smile on their faces. This move was truly snatching the fortune of heaven and earth, astonishing as a divine spectacle, instantly elevating their momentum.

The divine decree of the Blood Demon Sect’s Sect Master, penned by a Saint Realm power, was taken down by a Sword Sect disciple–such a scene was thrilling to think about, let alone witness firsthand.

The experts from the other Great Sects behind were also astounded, mouths agape, unable to speak. The Divine Soul strength contained within the decree was terrifyingly powerful, only those of equal standing could face it directly. Yet, this group of Sword Sect disciples had just plucked it down and were completely unaffected, which was truly inconceivable.

“Was it because of that Huazi?”

“I’ve heard that the Buddhist Sect’s Power of Faith was wiped out by this thing. It can block all Divine Soul forces. I didn’t expect it to be so potent, even blocking the artistic conception of a Saint Realm power!”

“Indeed, although this artifact destroyed the foundation of Buddha Country, it is still a treasured item for ordinary cultivators!”

“I really wonder where Li Xiaobai got such a marvelous treasure. Looking at the quantity, he must have mastered the method of producing Huazi; otherwise, he wouldn’t be so extravagant with it.”

The Saint Realm powerhouses discussed fervently. Most of them had only heard of Huazi before and thought it was specifically designed to counteract the Buddhist Sect’s Power of Faith, but they unexpectedly discovered it also had the function of blocking the invasion of Divine Soul strength, which was of significant effect.

Blocking psychic power attacks means that if one encounters a bottleneck that needs to be broken through during cultivation, or if one risked deviating from their path, one only needs to use this, and the problem is cured!

Not just them, the cultivators from the Blood Demon Sect across the sea were also dumbfounded.

The Saint Realm divine decree was meant to intimidate the Western Continent, so why was it plucked off as soon as it was released, within just a second?

“Whose subordinates are up ahead, showing such bravery?”

The Silver Demon Elder walked to the bow and looked into the distance. He could see that only about a thousand cultivators were lined up on the sea surface, waiting, while the rest of the sect cultivators were all watching from inside the Western Continent. This scene puzzled him even more.

A mere thousand people, what could they achieve? On their side, a single person’s spit could drown them.

“Looking at those cultivators’ aura, they’re merely at the third realm of Immortals. There are just three at the Half-Saint Realm, and not a single one at the Saint Realm. Is the Buddhist Sect sending them out as the vanguard?”

“Or is there some hidden strategy that we have not yet discerned?”

The other Saint Realm powers were also puzzled. How could an ordinary Heavenly Immortal Realm disciple not be swayed by the decree’s artistic conception and take it down?

“Drive the fleet straight over. When the Blood Demon Sect marches, no grass shall grow!”

With eyes chillingly cold, [he] commanded in a stern voice.

The blood-red aura surged forth, sweeping towards the Western Continent like a blood tide.

Even before it drew near, the thick stench of blood had already reached the nostrils of the numerous cultivators on the Western Continent, causing them to furrow their brows.

This was not the Blood Qi emitted from a Cultivation Technique, but real, genuine blood stench, amassed from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The color of that blood ship was probably dyed red with fresh blood; how many people must be slaughtered to achieve such an effect?

“Sect Master, what should we do…?”

The Core Elders of various cultivation branches looked towards the Xueshenzi behind them and respectfully asked.

“Carry on as usual, just like before. As long as you can eventually take down the Western Continent, I, the Sect Master, will not concern myself with the rest.”

Within the black mist, Xueshenzi spoke calmly.

“Yes!”

The Elders focused their minds, this was exactly the directive they needed; with the Sect Master’s word, they could act without restraint and with no reservations.

“Western Continent Buddhism, listen well, today the Blood Demon Sect’s army presses forth. If you are willing to surrender willingly and join the Blood Demon Sect to form a Great cultivation branch, I will spare your lives. Otherwise, today will be the day we wash the Western Continent in blood, laying waste to a million corpses!”

The Silver Demon Elder, with his hands clasped behind his back, bellowed loudly. Enhanced by the power of Immortal Yuan, his words clearly reached each cultivator’s ears.

To advise surrender before battle is a common strategy; everybody knows it, but faced with the overwhelming army of the Blood Demon Sect, the Buddhist Sect and many Super Sects wavered, knowing they stood no chance against such forces, especially with Xueshenzi taking personal command. There was no benefit to them in conflict.

Li Xiaobai, holding sway over dozens of Saint Realm Demonic Beasts, certainly commanded formidable strength, crushing all in his path, but at this moment he showed no sign of appearing, enigmatic and inscrutable. It might be better to surrender now, preserving their lives and ensuring the continuation of their disciples.

But before they could hesitate any longer, they heard Chen Yuan’s booming rebuke from the void.

“You despicable fiends, mere demon heads, audaciously demanding our surrender–what gives you the confidence!”

“Today many Righteous Sects have gathered here; do you think they fear you? For every foot a demon grows, the path of the Dao grows a yard. And it’s no secret that they can take on ten of your kind, those assembled from demon filth,” Chen Yuan pronounced, brandishing his longsword with pride.

The voice carried strong conviction, clearly reaching the ears of every cultivator. The faces of the experts on the Western Continent turned green, cursing internally at this instigator who was so adept at drawing hatred and spouting nonsense. “You dare talk big without stepping up; why drag us into it?”

Claim to fight the Blood Demon Sect and beat ten of them?

How could you utter such words–who gave you the confidence?

“That… that, Chen Yuan my young friend, let’s not rush into fighting. Allow us to discuss this a moment longer, to come up with a complete strategy…”

Some cultivators called out to him from above.

Chen Yuan turned his head, revealing a confident smile: “Rest assured, esteemed elders, there is no need for further words. Today our Alliance of the Righteous will annihilate the Demon Sects; after today, the Central Origin Realm will no longer have a Blood Demon Sect!”

The mighty experts were completely dumbfounded–was this Chief Steward of the Sword Sect genuinely naive or feigning naivety? Why so headstrong, as if he could actually win the fight?

Could it be he’s intentionally drawing hatred towards them, to drag them into the fray?