Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses

Chapter 829 - 682: Free Labor, Birth of Evil Intent

The one-armed man is none other than Zhao Wushuang, the Daoist of Taiyi Sect, who has just stepped into the Seventh Layer of the Spirit Platform realm, and could be described as imposing and proud, invincible.

The higher the realm of the Spirit Platform, the harder it is to advance.

Most of the current Golden Core Masters typically break through from the Fifth or Sixth Layer of the Spirit Platform.

Only at the level of the Seventh Layer does the possibility of breaking through into the Golden Core undergo a qualitative change, reaching about fifty percent.

But without a great opportunity, it’s extremely difficult to achieve.

In the entire first layer of Tianyuan, elites from the Vast Ocean Realm have gathered, and such masters can probably be counted on one hand.

Zhao Wushuang can now be said to have one foot in the Golden Core realm, so no wonder he is so excited.

"Red Hero, it’s about time we settle the score between us!" Zhao Wushuang’s eyes were sinister, full of hatred.

Thinking back to his debut, when had he suffered such humiliation, chased by a Northern Domain Loose Cultivator, even losing an arm?

Suddenly, a flash of Red Light flickered a thousand feet ahead, a familiar aura flitting past.

"Red Hero?!" Zhao Wushuang’s eyes revealed a look of ecstasy, and he immediately controlled his Flying Magical Artifact, rushing towards the Red Light.

The Red Light seemed to have noticed the pursuing Zhao Wushuang and sped up, showing a panicked attempt to shake him off.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

Zhao Wushuang was furious and chased relentlessly.

He did not notice an invisible wave silently sweeping toward him.

It caused his bloodthirst to abruptly explode, his eyes turned blood red, seemingly set ablaze with roaring flames, his consciousness naturally became more muddled than usual.

In their chase and escape, they quickly arrived before a gigantic canyon.

The canyon was flanked by two enormous mountains, each towering three thousand feet high, filled with gray mist, which occasionally emitted a rhythmic gale sound.

’Hoo—hoo—hoo!’

Seeing the Red Light disappear into the mist, Zhao Wushuang did not enter but instead hovered midair, letting out a cold laugh.

"Do you think hiding in there will make me helpless against you?"

"I tell you, today, I will haul you out and butcher you, no matter heaven or earth."

"Taiyi True Path, Mystical Myriad Arts!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a red light sphere emitting dazzling beams rose atop Zhao Wushuang’s head, glowing vividly.

Intricate ancient symbols occasionally flashed across the sphere’s surface; it was his talisman Dao Seed.

From the talisman Dao Seed flowed a strip of red light, swiftly transforming in the air, instantly becoming a terrifying Giant Sword several hundred feet long, flames burning along the edge, while ornate dragon and phoenix Dao patterns adorned the blade.

Upon its appearance, the surrounding world became much quieter.

"Go!"

Zhao Wushuang pointed a finger, and the terrifying Giant Sword slashed through the air, unabashedly cutting into the canyon filled with gray mist.

"Roar!"

A world-shaking roar erupted from the canyon.

Immediately, a sub-dragon demon with triangular horns, elephant-like ears, and a lizard-like head extended its massive head from the gray fog, its golden eyes comparable to stars filled with ferocious killing intent, causing the surrounding clouds to stir and lightning to flicker.

It stood seven or eight hundred feet tall, with an aura comparable to the peak of Sixth Bloodline Transformation, absolutely at the top of the food chain in this blessed land.

But at this moment, a long bloody wound appeared on its chest, with copious amounts of blood pouring forth like a waterfall.

"Trying to play a trick, using this sub-dragon to deal with me?" Zhao Wushuang saw this and laughed bitterly, "Red Hero, I tell you, before absolute power, any conspiracies and tricks are vain!"

Finishing his words, Zhao Wushuang once again operated his mighty Spiritual Essence, engaging intensely with the sub-dragon demon.

The sub-dragon demon was strong; its body was like a mountain, its foundation akin to the royal demonic clan of Sixth Bloodline Transformation, capable of spewing a black toxin that corrodes all.

Unfortunately, its opponent was Zhao Wushuang, who had reached the Seventh Layer of the Spirit Platform, his strength subtly breaking the bounds of the blessed land, filled with murderous intent, wanting only to destroy all before him.

Zhao Wushuang, with his talisman Dao Seed, summoned two Giant Swords hundreds of feet in length, also harnessed numerous sky-falling meteorites equivalent to bell towers, and assisted with high-level vine Magic.

Within less than thirty breaths, he forcibly killed the sub-dragon demon.

Its enormous body crashed to the ground, causing a seismic shake across hundreds of miles, and the flowing blood formed a small red river.

"Red Hero, come out!"

With the sub-dragon demon’s death, the gray mist in the canyon gradually dispersed, and a panic-stricken Red Light shot out from within, heading to the distance.

"Where are you escaping?"

Zhao Wushuang’s eyes were filled with chilling killing intent; today he vowed not to stop unless Red Hero was dead!

He pursued the Red Light relentlessly.

Unexpectedly, a thumb-sized figure appeared on the scene after a few breaths.

A vague Blood Shadow several dozen feet long suddenly erupted from him.

With a ’whoosh,’ it darted into the massive body of the sub-dragon demon, ravenously devouring its essence and blood, causing the sub-dragon’s body to rapidly wither...

’Boom! Boom! Boom!’

Nearby, the two giant peaks trembled fiercely, seemingly expressing dissatisfaction.

Meanwhile,

The Red Light led Zhao Wushuang to a river vast enough to be called a Jiang, drawing out a silver giant serpent hidden beneath the river’s depths for nearly a millennium.

Even two pale golden claws extended from its forebelly, marking its nearing transformation into a flood dragon.

The giant serpent demon’s cultivation also reached the peak of Sixth Bloodline Transformation, even more formidable than the earlier sub-dragon demon by three measures.

But before the wrathful Zhao Wushuang, it only struggled for a mere dozen breaths longer, and was slain by Zhao Wushuang’s Giant Sword, cut into three parts, dead beyond revival.