Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8495: Divine punishment (1)

The hand seals in Zhao Hai's palms shifted without pause, unleashing a barrage of spells upon the Scripture Pavilion. It started to quiver faintly before shrinking gradually. In the end, it reduced to the span of a hand and floated right into Zhao Hai's grasp. Silently, he clutched the Scripture Pavilion and soared toward a concealed teleportation array hidden on the island. Next, he set the Scripture Pavilion onto the array and triggered it. A burst of white light erupted, and the Scripture Pavilion atop the formation vanished entirely.

Following that, Zhao Hai waved his hand and slammed his palm down on the teleportation array. The formation crumbled into a massive crater, leaving behind no signs of its existence. Afterward, Zhao Hai ascended into the sky and positioned himself next to Thousand Blades.

Dao Qianzhan cast a quick glance at Zhao Hai but remained silent. Instead, he fixed his gaze on the thickening clouds overhead. Those ominous clouds grew denser by the moment, looming as if ready to crush the island's defensive barrier. Several low-ranking disciples on Blood Slaughter Island felt a wave of terror wash over them. Seeing this, Dao Qianzhan let out a mocking snort. "It's truly divine retribution. Looks like the Blood Slaughter Sect is finished today. But at least Little Hai isn't stuck in the sect. As long as he's safe, our Blood Slaughter Sect's inheritance endures. Bring it on—no matter which highgod strikes, the Blood Slaughter Sect won't just lie down and die. Whoever tries to wipe us out will bleed for it!" With those words, he hoisted the God-Slaying Blade high. Simultaneously, the Limitless Palace hovering above unleashed a brilliant glow.

Right then, a multitude of lightning streaks lit up the heavens. These bolts resembled delicate threads weaving through the air. Gradually, those threads pulled taut, ripping open a massive fissure in the dark clouds. All present recognized it as the spatial barrier tearing apart.

By now, folks on Blood Slaughter Island snapped to attention. Their faces drained of color as they stared at the rift, whispering, "Divine retribution—it's divine retribution! Heavens, why has the Blood Slaughter Sect drawn this curse? Forefather, what's behind all this?" By the close, tears streamed down his cheeks.

Dao Qianzhan turned to the disciples below and boomed, "All Blood Slaughter Sect members, hear me! We battle until our last breath, never yielding. Today, any who target our Blood Slaughter Sect will pay dearly, highgod or not. Prepare to fall in combat, disciples of the Blood Slaughter Sect. We stand and perish with our sect!" His declaration rang out thunderously. At once, his eyes flushed crimson. He lifted the Blood Slaughter Saber aloft and poured every ounce of his dharmic power into it.

Du Wansha and the rest stayed quiet. They too unleashed their full dharmic powers, channeling them into the Blood Slaughter Saber. The blade flared with intense brilliance, radiating an overwhelming aura of slaughter. It evoked the image of an ancient death deity rousing from eternal slumber, its gaze locking onto the sky's spatial tear with infinite malice.

"Hmph!" A chilling scoff echoed from the fissure, trailed by a raspy, guttural tone. "You dare challenge the sun with a firefly's glow? Utter fools!" Then, an enormous finger thrust downward from the crack. It appeared gaunt and skeletal, mere skin clinging to bone. The descent felt like a colossus eyeing noisy insects in fury, extending a digit to squash them flat.

The thread-like lightning overhead shattered instantly under the finger's advance. It pressed on without haste, yet left scant time for response. Straightaway, it targeted the Blood Slaughter Sect's protective array.

BOOM! Blood Slaughter Island shuddered violently, as in a massive quake. Numerous structures toppled across the land, sparing only key edifices. Yet the island's shield glowed fiercely. Crackling noises followed as the runes on the barrier detonated in sequence. With a final deafening crash, the entire formation shattered like fragile glass. Still, the finger had vanished too—the Blood Slaughter Sect's array had withstood the blow.

A thunderous crack sounded, and the large compass in Du Wansha's grip burst into dust. He ignored the fragments, summoning a long blade with a flick of his wrist. He hurled it into the cloudy expanse, where it vanished. Certain Blood Slaughter Sect disciples identified it as the God-Slaying Blade, a supreme artifact just below the sect's own treasure.

"Eh? Fascinating—mortals below actually erected such a formidable shield to repel my strike. Impressive indeed. Regrettably, your Blood Slaughter Sect ends here today!" Accompanying the words, another finger plunged straight toward Blood Slaughter Island.

This digit loomed gigantic, akin to a celestial pillar crashing down, aimed squarely at the island. It retained its bony thinness, wrapped in taut skin. But the descending pressure alone promised apocalypse. All knew resistance was futile against it.

In that instant, the Senluo Temple blazed with light and rocketed upward, slamming into the finger. Boom! An explosion rang out, splintering the Senluo Temple into myriad shards like a child's plaything. The finger, unscathed, kept plummeting toward the ground.

"Kill!" Dao Qianzhan bellowed fiercely. With that cry, his presence surged to its zenith. Meanwhile, his hair whitened visibly in moments, his skin dulled, and deep creases etched his face—layers that could pulverize insects. More chillingly, his eyes dimmed to a cloudy haze, mirroring a frail elder in his final days. Yet the ferocity in them intensified, brimming with endless slaughter as he glared at the falling finger.

"Kill!" Du Wansha and the six elders echoed the shout. They too mobilized their transcendent energies fully, feeding them into the Blood Slaughter Blade. Like Thousand Blades, their locks grayed, their flesh withered, and they aged centuries in a blink, teetering on life's edge.

As their cries peaked, the dark crimson edge of the Blood Slaughter Saber seemed to pulse with gore. A pungent reek of blood and lethal intent billowed from it. Abruptly, the Blood Slaughter Saber swung with savage force, birthing a colossal red saber beam that hurtled toward the descending finger.

"Ah~!" A wail pierced the air. Then, onlookers watched the blade ray sever the massive finger. The light gleamed, and the digit tumbled from above, dwindling in size. At last, it matched an ordinary finger and plunged into the blood sea, gone.

"You dare wound me? I'll slaughter you all, spare no soul—not even fowl or hound—and drag your spirits to eternal torment under ghostly talons!" Abruptly, a colossal ghostly claw descended from the heavens, raking toward Blood Slaughter Island. Translucent and pitch-black, it teemed with snarling specters shrieking in agony. The wails burrowed into souls, as if yanking them from flesh.

At this juncture, Thousand Blades and his companions in the air shot a final glance at the monstrous claw. Then, all seven plummeted earthward. Solely the dulled Blood Slaughter Saber lingered aloft. A closer inspection revealed fissures riddling its form, on the verge of disintegration.

Suddenly, a voice cried out, "Master! Ah~! All Blood Slaughter Sect disciples, heed me—channel your dharmic powers into the Blood Slaughter Saber. We'll fight till the end!" The speaker was Dao Qianzhan's attendant. Though merely a servant, he held great standing in the Blood Slaughter Sect. The disciples, fired up by Thousand Blades and the others' sacrificial stand, surged with resolve. None in the Blood Slaughter Sect cowered from death; the weak had long been weeded out through relentless trials. Thus, facing an invincible foe, fear eluded them. Instead, their eyes blazed scarlet as they roared, "All out! Kill!" In unison, they funneled their mana into the Blood Slaughter Saber. Its fractured frame ignited in blinding crimson radiance. Subsequently, a saber beam grander than the last cleaved toward the ghostly claw!

BOOM! The beam struck true, carving a gaping gash in the claw. A howl erupted from the skies, but the Blood Slaughter Blade then shattered into shards, scattering everywhere. Clearly, these clashes had utterly ruined it.

"Ah, infuriating! You vermin actually scarred me. I'll ensure no Blood Slaughter Sect remnant survives!" No sooner said, yet another ghostly claw dropped from above. This time, the sect's disciples lacked power to counter. Devoid of the Blood Slaughter Saber, they stood helpless against the claw's assault. With a resounding boom, it smashed onto Blood Slaughter Island. In a final rumble, the island submerged into the blood sea.

The ghostly claw's rage persisted. With a savage bellow, myriad claws rained down, pummeling the Blood Slaughter Sect's remaining isles. Those struck fragmented and sank into the blood sea, erased forever.