Sacrificial Refinement of the Blood Sword
Everyone silently watched the blood pearl in front of them, their faces filled with rage.
"Hehe, then I'll go first," Curtis said with a laugh, stretching out his right hand to lightly catch the blood pearl floating in the air. Glancing at Ye Han, who was sitting cross-legged in the mist of blood, Curtis gave his right hand a shake, and the blood pearl gently floated up, falling into his mouth and instantly flowing from his veins to his heart.
As Curtis swallowed the blood drop, the rest turned their gaze toward him. "Nothing's wrong, so let's not dawdle," Curtis said cheerfully.
Half an hour passed without incident for Curtis, and after exchanging looks, another hour passed in the same way.
"Hmph," Ursula snorted coldly, waving his right hand and opening his mouth wide to swallow the blood pearl. "Boy, I have swallowed it, now it's your turn to draw the sword."
"There are six others," Ye Han said with his eyes closed.
"You all take it too," Ursula ordered the remaining five.
Xia Zuo, a man of equal strength, didn't need to listen to him, but he swallowed the blood drop faster than the other five.
Pride is common to all. No one wants to be outdone by someone of equal strength. If Ursula dares to take it, then they can't fall behind.
Moments later, everyone had ingested the essence blood condensed from Ye Han's body. Ye Han smiled faintly as he sat cross-legged, then stood up. "Now I believe you all."
Ye Han stepped into the blood pool, slowly approaching the blood sword. When he was less than ten feet away from the blood sword, a blood-red light suddenly shot up from the magic circle beneath the pool, pulling up a massive dragon of fresh blood, which surged toward Ye Han in waves.
The sudden change in the blood pool prompted Ye Han to take defensive measures. A surge of blood instantly appeared around him, blending perfectly with his surroundings, rendering Ursula and the others outside unable to detect it. This was the counterattack of the sword spirit.
As the blood dragon rushed into the blood waves emitted by Ye Han, it was dissipated. Ye Han's blood waves, based on the pure blood energy from his body, naturally couldn't be contested by the blood dragon.
The long sword churned, blood-colored light rippling, enveloping Ye Han within it. The blood-colored long sword wielded itself in the air, several blood-colored sword energies cutting through the churning blood, shooting toward Ye Han at unimaginable speed. Ye Han dodged several times in succession but was still grazed by the sword energy.
The blood-colored long sword drew a perfect arc, like tearing through space, and appeared instantly in front of Ye Han.
"Pfft."
Blood splattered, and the speed of the blood sword was so fast that Ye Han didn't even have time to react before it pierced through his chest. He was then engulfed by the blood pool.
"Hmph, entering the mist of blood is nothing, still unable to withstand the sword spirit's counterattack, the weak will always be weak," Ursula said disdainfully, though a trace of faint disappointment flashed in his eyes.
Everyone felt regret and disappointment at this outcome. No one believed that Ye Han, a man who had not even reached the rank of Saint, could withstand the counterattack of a weapon with a weapon spirit. A sword with a weapon spirit was at least of the lowest divine artifact level. Even a Saint couldn't resist the automatic counterattack of a lower-grade divine artifact, let alone someone at the peak of the ninth order.
Xiaoya quietly watched the now calm blood pool. "No, Brother Ye Han won't just die like this," she murmured.
At this moment, Ye Han, who had sunk into the blood pool, had transformed. The blood sword stuck in his chest could not vibrate out of the purple scales on Ye Han's body.
Ye Han reached out with his right hand, gripping the hilt tightly. Purple flames surged around him, enveloping the blood sword that protruded from his body, continuously burning it.
Ye Han's soul force surged toward the hilt. A world of blood, the sea of red thunder, that was the world inside the sword. A red speck wandered above the sea of blood, connected by threads of blood. Ye Han knew that was the spirit of the blood sword.
Without a word, the external purple fire followed the soul force crazily into the sword's interior, heading toward the red speck, burning it and its blood threads.
"Submit or be destroyed," Ye Han's icy voice echoed throughout the sword's world. The burning purple flames made the sea of blood boil.
"Ahh," a sharp, piercing scream sounded. Those blood threads were the foundation of the weapon spirit's existence.
A long sword sacrifices blood. The weapon spirit
lives on blood. Severing its connection with the sea of blood is akin to destroying the foundation of the weapon spirit.
"I submit," a pleading consciousness emerged from the red speck. Ye Han's soul force relaxed slightly, and the intensity of the purple flames diminished considerably.
But at that moment, the red speck emitted a faint red light, a mental assault filled with violence and fear, following Ye Han's soul force, fiercely striking Ye Han's brain. This was the soul fluctuation contained in the blood of millions of people who had been buried in the blood pool over the years.
The sudden assault on his soul made Ye Han dazed, and his body's grip on the sword involuntarily loosened.
In the instant when the grip slackened, the blood sword's glow intensified. Like an arrow released from its bow, it shot through Ye Han's body and out of the blood pool.
"If you do not submit, then be destroyed."
A momentary lapse allowed the sword spirit to counterattack, and Ye Han felt humiliation. A great humiliation. With a flap of his wings on his back and a fierce stomp on the blood pool's floor, he shot out of the pool like a bullet, raising a large wave of blood.
The blood sword soared, its sword energy dominating the sky. But after the brief burning by Ye Han's purple fire, its power had greatly diminished, not even one-tenth of what it was.
"This," the moment Ye Han burst out of the blood pool, the eight people outside the mist saw it. Ursula's face turned incredibly ugly as he incredulously watched the figure with back wings and a body covered in purple scales, surrounded by leaping purple flames. But when he saw the head of white hair as snowy as the long hair, Ursula's complexion became very unsightly.
The others also recognized that the monster was Ye Han. "Hehe, a weakling is just a weakling," Xia Zuo laughed lightly. The words Ursula had just spoken were instantly overturned by Ye Han in a matter of moments. Not only did Ye Han not die, but he also emerged strongly in his transformed state, chasing after the sword. With his actions, he once again slapped Ursula's face hard and loud.
Curtis quietly said something to Xiaoya next to him. Xiaoya's anxious expression was instantly replaced by a smile. Once again, she displayed her inherent beauty and charm.
Ye Han rushed towards the blood sword in the air, relying on the strong defensive power of his zombie body to forcibly resist the sword energy emitted by the blood sword. Although the sword energy was not as powerful as before, it was still not something Ye Han's current zombie body could fully resist.
Blood splashed, whether it was Ye Han's or the blood pool's. Ye Han did not dare to show weakness and shouted loudly. Grey light surged around his body, and with several swings of his hands, several grey sword energies appeared in the mist of blood. In the blood-colored space, the grey sword energies were strikingly conspicuous and eye-catching.
"Overestimating oneself," Ursula's arrogant voice came again. However, Xia Zuo's eyes never left the grey sword energies after Ye Han swung them out. After a moment, Xia Zuo's face, which seemed unchanging through the ages, finally showed a trace of change. Whether it was surprise or confusion, only he himself knew.
The grey sword energies collided head-on with the red sword energies emitted by the blood sword, causing a "boom" with a huge noise. The collision of sword energies as the center, ripples of sword energy spread out like ripples on water, slowly but swiftly tearing through space and rushing in all directions.
The chain reaction also caused changes in the blood mist. The blood mist, which had been floating calmly in the space, surged crazily under the impact of the sword energy, as if trying to break through some invisible barrier. The blood pool churned, and the blood mist surged. The collision of their sword energies brought about a blood rain and a pungent wind.
The blood-colored long sword wobbled slightly under the impact of the powerful sword energy. Ye Han would not miss such an opportunity.