Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8478: Release _1

Zhao Hai hadn't forgotten his sect mission yet. He knew full well just how vital it was for him. Even if the sect assured him that finishing the mission wasn't a must, he believed the sect leader and elders might feel somewhat let down if he skipped it. Sure, they'd keep training him hard, but whether they'd view him as the sect's future successor remained unclear.

He might not aim to become the next sect leader, but after spending so much time in the Blood Slaughter Sect, he'd grown attached to it. On top of that, the sect had always treated him kindly. This urged Zhao Hai to help strengthen the Blood Slaughter Sect further. To achieve that, securing his position was key, which meant he absolutely had to finish this sect mission.

Accomplishing the mission while facing pursuit from so many foes proved incredibly tough in these conditions. What could he do? Hiding in the shadows like before wouldn't cut it. Staying low-key would only complicate the task more, since it would leave everyone unafraid of him. Any sort of hunters could come after him without fear, frustrating him endlessly with no way to respond. Thus, low profile was out. He needed to go bold and high-profile, instilling dread in plenty of people. Even potential hunters would have to weigh their own power first. That alone would let him tackle the mission freely, without constant threats.

This realization made Zhao Hai recall the two mighty Dharma artifacts stored in his boundless space: the black flexible sword and the Cold Wind Ghost Flag. Both held immense power, with the Cold Wind Ghost Flag even capable of serving as a treasured heirloom for any sect. Yet, boosting their strength went beyond simple nurturing. The Cold Wind Ghost Flag craved more potent souls. While hell's boundless space brimmed with souls, their weakness limited them to patching the flag's wounds at best. Empowering it further seemed nearly impossible that way. But in actual combat? The Cold Wind Ghost Flag could devour souls from hordes of cultivators, forging them into ghost soldiers. A single wave would unleash legions of them, giving any enemy a massive headache, no doubt. This approach would excellently revive the Cold Wind Ghost Flag's battle prowess.

The flexible sword followed the same pattern. It boasted great might as a weapon of slaughter, but mere care did nothing for it. Real fights were required to awaken its full fighting edge. Conflict looked unavoidable now. With this in mind, Zhao Hai released a heavy sigh. He lifted his gaze to the blood mist ahead and declared in a grave tone, "This realm bears the name Blood Sea Realm. The art I first practiced was the Blood Sea God-Killing Technique, and my initial Dharma form emerged as a Corpse Mountain Blood Sea. It appears this is fate's decree. Very well, then allow me, Zhao Hai, to carve out a Corpse Mountain Blood Sea and etch my legend!" Upon those words, Zhao Hai's presence shifted dramatically. He'd long carried a calm, scholarly air, yet now it transformed entirely. Murderous intent poured from his frame, sharpening his whole being. He resembled a blood-drenched blade long confined to its sheath—now, at last, drawn free!

Before, across every world he'd entered, Zhao Hai preferred blending into the background, save for climactic clashes against invading realms. Even when stepping into the spotlight, he avoided needless savagery. Typically, he'd overpower rivals just enough to break their will, then recruit them as followers, swelling his ranks with their strength.

This occasion differed, though. Zhao Hai yearned for a fierce clash. His power hadn't climbed to dominate this world yet. Launching into full-scale conflict could spell real peril for him. Strangely, that very peril stirred a spark of thrill within Zhao Hai.

Right then, Zhao Hai detected several spiritual Qi pulses approaching from afar. He realized these were hunters closing in on him. Clearly, they'd devised some tracking method. At the thought, a flash of lethal resolve gleamed in Zhao Hai's eyes. He refused to dwell on their discovery tactics. Committed to unleashing everything, such details no longer mattered. With that, he sped straight toward the Blood Sea.

He had lingered within the Blood Sea earlier. With his position exposed now, hiding there served no purpose. He chose to burst forth openly. He aimed to test just what these attackers could manage against him. Driven by that resolve, Zhao Hai soared out from the Blood Sea to confront his killers head-on.

In the past, Zhao Hai often displayed restraint around others. Such patience didn't always benefit a cultivator. True cultivators required that cutting edge of spirit. Zhao Hai had held back too much. This time, he committed to total release. It felt like shattering his own chains, fully igniting his keen spirit and slaying intent. The Blood Sea Realm's future hung in unpredictable balance.

The pursuing auras sensed Zhao Hai ascending. They rushed to follow without delay, yet Zhao Hai brushed them off. He pressed on and emerged from the Blood Sea. Upon breaking free, Zhao Hai found himself momentarily frozen. Hundreds of cultivators dotted the area, methodically closing in around him.

Spotting Zhao Hai's emergence, they held position at first. Then they took to the air, encircling him tightly. Hundreds strong, yet all were loose cultivators, thankfully—no Dark Ghost Sect disciples among them. These foes sought clues to the Ghostwind Bandits' treasures straight from Zhao Hai. That's why they kept the Dark Ghost Sect out of it, choosing instead to trap and eliminate him on their own.

Zhao Hai scanned the group and let out a chilling laugh. "Fellows, I suggest you scatter now, for I hold no knowledge of the Ghostwind Bandits' treasure. Encircling me gains you nothing with no allies nearby. Persist in this tangle, and you can't hold it against my lack of courtesy." Zhao Hai wasn't one for needless bloodshed, offering them this final warning. Should they refuse to back off, he wouldn't hold back.

The encircling crowd refused to break apart. Suddenly, a shout rang from within, "Don't buy his bluff! He knows it for sure. Seize him and pry out the Ghostwind Bandits' treasure—we'll hit the jackpot!" That cry stirred the cultivators into frenzy. Eyes blazing with greed, they surged toward Zhao Hai.

At the sight, Zhao Hai couldn't suppress a scoff and intoned deeply, "I hold back from striking. Do you truly believe I fear killing? You senseless idiots. Very well, the slaughter begins today. I'll show the entire Blood Sea Realm that I'm no easy mark. Perish! Divine Secrets Finger, Pear Blossom in the Storm!" With that, he thrust his finger forward, filling the heavens with glowing specks.

As Zhao Hai's finger lashed at the loose cultivators, they hastily summoned their Dharma artifacts to ward off the specks. But those specks struck with blinding speed and force. No Dharma artifact could halt them. Any struck by a speck suffered a gaping wound, the force surging to shatter their core meridians. Not a single hit victim endured.

Zhao Hai's initial finger strike had felled over a dozen right in front of him, but assailants leaped from behind. Zhao Hai sneered once more. "Divine Secrets Finger, Fairy Scattering Flowers!" His point unleashed exploding finger force that splintered into endless specks. Those specks soared skyward, morphing into blossoms of every hue. The vibrant flowers drifted all around Zhao Hai.

The earlier Pear Blossom in the Storm had targeted just one frontward path. In contrast, this Fairy Scattering Flowers struck like an assault on the four hundred and eight great generals—an all-around barrage. Front or rear, all directions fell under the Qi force's reach.

The rear attackers gaped in horror at the multicolored flower energy. They swung their weapons wildly to deflect the blooms, but the sheer numbers overwhelmed them. A single brush from a flower tore open a bloody gash, the energy piercing straight to their hearts.

With merely two techniques, Zhao Hai had claimed almost twenty lives. Still, he pressed on, surrounded by endless foes. Countless more cultivators barreled toward him. Zhao Hai snorted coldly and extended his finger again, bellowing, "Divine Secrets Finger, Ten Thousand Arrows Piercing the Air!" Instantly, his finger doubled, then quadrupled, octupled, and beyond— in a flash, the sky swarmed with finger phantoms jabbing straight ahead.

These finger phantoms shot forth like launched arrows, zeroing in on the cultivators. The targets recoiled in alarm, their weapons whipping up barriers of shimmering light. Some managed to parry the phantoms, others failed. Those who couldn't were slain outright.

These loose cultivators lacked great power, with many stuck at the Dharma-using stage. Taking on Zhao Hai meant suicide for them. Though his own cultivation sat at the Dharma Essence realm, he could still wipe out droves in one sweep.

That said, a handful of stronger loose cultivators had pushed to the forefront. They'd planned to sacrifice the weak as shields. But Zhao Hai's onslaught proved far fiercer than anticipated. The fodder dropped dead the instant they advanced. Left with no choice, the experts charged in, staking their lives against him.

Zhao Hai eyed the oncoming rush and sneered again. In a resonant voice, he proclaimed, "Divine Secrets Finger, Rolling Stones Like Thunder!" His finger thrust out, conjuring a massive spherical stone before him that hurtled at the group. The stone barreled with terrifying speed and force. Those in its path saw no escape. Several cultivators unleashed their magic tools against it simultaneously. Yet, it bore only faint marks and rolled relentlessly. Anyone it crushed... ended as mangled pulp. By now, with just four strikes, Zhao Hai had slain over sixty foes.