Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8501: Sect leader (1)

Zhao Hai glided forward at a measured pace. An intuition gripped him that the God-slaying saber was nearby. He sensed its presence vividly. The cause remained a mystery, yet it might stem from his practice of the blood sea god-slaying Scripture, the ideal technique for the God-slaying saber. Alternatively, prolonged exposure to the bronze figure housing the God-slaying saber could explain it. In truth, that bronze man had once served as the bronze Palace guarding the saber for countless years, preserving a subtle trace of its aura.

Regardless of the cause, Zhao Hai trusted his instincts. He believed the God-slaying blade was within reach, prompting him to search with greater caution, lest he overlook it. After two hours, the sensation intensified. Composing himself, Zhao Hai let his intuition guide him onward through the flight. Fifteen minutes more passed before he abruptly widened his eyes, fixing his gaze ahead. Roughly thirty meters away, a crimson long blade pierced the earth.

The blade's point embedded deep into a stone on the ground. It retained its blood-red hue, radiating fierce killing intent. Though subdued amid the blood sea, Zhao Hai perceived its potency clearly. It embodied an indomitable fighter, a champion enduring on a gore-soaked field of battle. Unwavering, it stood ready to clash until its final breath.

Zhao Hai gazed upon the God-slaying blade. It began to quiver, as though aware of his approach. A smile crossed Zhao Hai's face as he reached out. The God-slaying blade leaped from the rock and into his grasp. Caressing its surface, Zhao Hai whispered, "God-slaying saber, such a mighty title. Someday, I'll quench you with the blood of the upper realm's gods to honor your legacy!"

A faint tremor ran through the God-slaying saber's edge, seeming to echo Zhao Hai's words. He examined it with delight and burst into laughter. Then, stowing the God-slaying saber, he retreated into the blood lotus. Instantly, he materialized within the secret realm. With a flick of his wrist, the blood lotus manifested in his palm.

The sight of Zhao Hai returning to the secret realm lifted spirits all around. He served as their pillar of strength now. Without him, their fate would be sealed. Though Chang Jun and his companions were Island master level powerhouses, the destruction of blood Gale Island had left them gravely wounded. Only Zhao Hai's swift intervention, pulling them into the space for healing, had saved their lives.

Even with injuries mended and power holding at the island Lord level, they ranked as weaker among such elites. Furthermore, advancing their cultivation further seemed unlikely. This stemmed from the loss of their islands. Chang Jun and the rest understood this well, recognizing they couldn't alone sustain the bloody massacre sect's future. Zhao Hai remained their true hope.

Chang Jun, Wen Yuming, and Xu Gang hurried to Zhao Hai's side, offering simultaneous salutes. Zhao Hai glanced at them and gave a simple nod. "How are things holding up?" he inquired, referring to the secret realm's conditions. The space was compact, already crowded with over 10000 souls. Resources abounded, yet prolonged confinement tested even cultivators' resolve. Fresh from catastrophe, emotional fragility heightened the strain, hence Zhao Hai's question.

Chang Jun spoke first. "Morale remains steady. They're all rebuilding their power. That said, a handful nearing island Lord level breakthroughs have hit a sudden plateau. You'll need to check on them. Also, we've conferred and wish to urge you to assume the sect leader role outright, rebuilding the bloody massacre sect. We implore your acceptance, Island Lord." With that, Chang Jun dropped to his knees before Zhao Hai.

Wen Yuming and Xu Gang followed suit, kneeling as well. Zhao Hai regarded the trio and nodded. "Very well, I accept the inheritance of the island Lord position. Rest easy on that front. Rise, all of you. Xu Gang, update me on the Ghostwind bandits. Are they set to merge with the bloody massacre sect?"

Elation filled the three as they rose. Xu Gang promptly replied to Zhao Hai, "Rest assured, Sir. No dissent exists. All have consented to joining the blood slaughter sect. Despite the blood slaughter sect's misfortune, your presence instills confidence. So, please set your mind at ease."

Zhao Hai wasted no words, nodding decisively. "Excellent. Assemble everyone; I have an announcement!" The trio acknowledged and set off to rally the group. Soon, the Ghostwind bandits, bloodspirit unit, and divine Arms Battalion assembled fully. All eyes turned to Zhao Hai, curiosity mounting about his intent.

Surveying the 13000 gathered before him, Zhao Hai declared solemnly, "The blood slaughter sect has suffered a dire blow. Divine punishment has struck, wiping us out. From the once-mighty and renowned blood slaughter sect, only we survive. We are the sole remnants, the last embers of its flame. The sacred duty to perpetuate the blood slaughter sect now rests with us. It's our burden, yet also our chance. Should we restore the blood slaughter sect's splendor, our deeds will echo eternally in its annals. We'll show every other sect that while a single one of us draws breath, the blood slaughter sect's lineage endures unbroken. Our blood slaughter sect persists!"

Zhao Hai's words rang with robust energy. By the close, his delivery swelled with fervor, stirring every soul present. Excitement surged through the crowd; their gazes fixed on Zhao Hai with fervent light. He met their eyes and continued gravely, "I've secured the blood kill sect's famed treasure, the God-slaying saber. The sinister Wind Ghost flag endures with us, alongside our collective might. Through diligence, the blood kill sect shall reclaim its throne among the blood sea realm's top ten sects. We may yet avenge this day's devastation. Henceforth, I, Zhao Hai, proclaim my ascension to sect leader, guiding you to resurrect the blood kill sect's glory. Any objections?" As he concluded, Zhao Hai drew forth the God-slaying blade, gripping it firmly with both hands and hoisting it aloft.

His proclamation met no resistance; instead, exhilaration lit every face. They beheld Zhao Hai and the God-slaying blade he brandished. Chang Jun, Wen Yuming, and Xu Gang prostrated themselves, proclaiming loudly, "Greetings, sect master. Long live sect master!"

The rest swiftly followed, dropping to their knees in unison. They chorused, "Greetings, sect master. Long live sect master!" Thus, over 10000 voices unified in homage, all kneeling. The Ghostwind bandits, naturally, held no qualms against Zhao Hai—memories of those who defied him ending in death lingered sharp. Fresh to the blood kill sect, their loyalty was nascent, yet the prestige of its heritage as a blood sea realm top ten powerhouse drew them in. For that legacy, they embraced the fold without protest.

The bloodsucker team and divine Arms Battalion brimmed with deeper, more tangled fervor. As lifelong bloody massacre sect disciples, the sect defined their world. Though they later aligned with Zhao Hai, he too bore the sect's mark, binding them to its command. Their shift to him arose from respect and conviction that his path promised greater prospects, compelling their allegiance.

Yet the sect's annihilation plunged them into apocalyptic gloom. Survival and Zhao Hai's companionship offered scant solace against the profound hopelessness that gripped them. The horizon vanished; they could only cower in this secret realm, clinging to life's edge. Such despair gnawed at their cores.

Zhao Hai's rousing speech ignited their fighting spirit, kindling fresh hope. To them, none but he deserved the sect leader mantle. Though Chang Jun and others might surpass him in raw power, the bloodsucker team never deemed them fit to supplant Zhao Hai. He alone was their authentic guide, the sole worthy successor to helm the bloody massacre sect anew.

Zhao Hai scanned the assembly and gradually lowered the God-slaying blade. "Times are perilous, so we'll forgo elaborate rites. I now stand as the bloody massacre sect's sect leader. Rise, everyone." Upon finishing, he stored the God-slaying saber away. The group stood gradually, their stares fixed on Zhao Hai with anticipation, eager for his next move.

Addressing the throng gravely, Zhao Hai stated, "Our current frailty poses no barrier. Patience is key; we'll advance steadily. Security abounds here. Outside, peril looms. I reveal that the nine major sects' remnants, plus myriad lesser factions, encircle our former bloody massacre sect domain. Venturing out now invites utmost danger. Thus, we'll remain, honing our skills. As more achieve Island Lord level, our forces will swell. Upon emergence, none shall threaten us. Personally, I'll enter seclusion shortly to pursue the island Lord level."

News of Zhao Hai's imminent island Lord breakthrough sparked jubilant cheers. His power marked perhaps their sole remaining vulnerability. All recognized that few below island Lord level could rival him—earning his title as the blood sea realm's premier Pro-disciple. Still, until he crossed that threshold, unease persisted. The gap between refinement realm and island Lord level marked a pivotal divide; in the blood sea realm, it signified true elite status. Given Zhao Hai's foundations, attaining island Lord level promised staggering might—unfathomable, yet undoubtedly formidable. Coupled with the God-slaying blade and sinister Wind Ghost flag, the bloody massacre sect's return to the blood sea realm would assuredly stun the world.