Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8521: Annihilation...1

Capítulo 8521: Annihilation…1

BOOM! A tremendous crash echoed as Zhao Hai's sword aura smashed into the sword aura of the sword origin sect expert. It resembled two massive rivers crashing together, unleashing a thunderous roar. The sword origin sect expert's face twisted in surprise. He hadn't anticipated Zhao Hai's sword aura to carry such immense weight. His frame shook violently, and his complexion drained to white.

In that instant, a massive banner thrust forward at him abruptly. The banner's tip featured a razor-sharp edge, resembling a three-pronged double-edged blade. The force behind this thrust was considerable. The man's features contorted further, prompting him to pull back swiftly, while his comrades rushed to his aid.

“Shen Ji, cloud piercing arrow!” A dark blade sliced through a man's throat with blinding speed. The man's eyes bulged in utter astonishment, yet a gory puncture had already formed in his neck. He clutched at it desperately, but the crimson spray couldn't be contained. He plummeted from the heavens, his survival hanging by a thread.

As shock rippled through the group, a shadowy arrow-shaped form materialized before another cultivator's leader. It speared through his rear, emerged from his front, then swiftly retracted and vanished. Still, he coughed up a torrent of blood and tumbled earthward.

Within moments, two cultivators lay dead. Panic seized the survivors. Zhao Hai's command rang out: “Divine Secrets, the celestial maiden scatter flowers!” At his words, a cascade of vibrant blossoms rained down from above. Yet none marveled at their splendor, for each petal brimmed with lethal sword intent. Their allure masked deadly peril.

Suddenly, another voice cut through: “Blue ocean sword, Northern Ocean ice!” With those words, the air chilled sharply. Moisture condensed into shimmering ice shards. An overwhelming frost sealed around Zhao Hai.

“Hahaha, behold my strike, raging flames burning the heavens!” Zhao Hai laughed as his blade transformed. Abruptly, raging fires erupted. The moment they ignited, heat surged through the area, shattering the foe's icy assault in a flash.

Having shattered the enemy's sword technique, Zhao Hai bellowed: “Shen Ji, seamless sword array!” His order summoned a vast domain. Innumerable columns filled it. Iron figures flanked each pillar's sides, gripping enormous blades. The columns spun into motion, and the iron warriors' sabers lashed out at the cultivators. Unprepared for such an unfamiliar tactic, the foes stumbled in disarray.

Zhao Hai's voice boomed again: “Shen Ji, Rolling Stones like thunder!” A colossal stone sphere hurled toward one enemy. Already overwhelmed by the whirling blades, the man failed to evade. The boulder struck true with a thunderclap, shattering his frame and severing his sinews.

Zhao Hai spared the fallen no glance. He swung his sword and cried: “Shen Ji, five notes kill!” Invisible sonic pulses erupted across the skies. Silent and undetectable, they evaded notice until impact. The waves pierced their forms like unseen forces.

The victims' gazes turned crimson, veins bulging furiously. In a heartbeat, their vessels ruptured. A chorus of bursts followed, spilling their lifeblood.

Bathed in gore, they staggered. Zhao Hai eyed them and declared: “Divine armament, Pear Blossom in the storm!” Myriad silver gleams lanced toward them. Drained of fight, they offered no defense and were riddled with the strikes. Sword wounds bloomed across their flesh as they dropped from the air. Among them fell the sword origin sect expert.

Though the sword origin sect expert outmatched typical Island masters, he paled against Zhao Hai. Zhao Hai's techniques shifted endlessly, leaving no openings. Thus, he couldn't compete and succumbed to the oppressive sword auras. The unseen sonic onslaught, a novelty to him, wounded him gravely. Zhao Hai's ensuing Pear Blossom in the storm sealed their fates.

This deluge of Pear Blossoms served as a wide-ranging barrage, yet its precision against singles remained formidable. That's why it engulfed them all at once. Combined with the seamless sword array and five notes absolute kill, their end was assured.

With those foes slain, Zhao Hai turned on the island's remaining defenders. Chaos erupted when island dwellers discovered their elite guardians perished. Ghost soldiers' onslaughts amplified the turmoil. Bronze golems' assaults compounded their plight. Soon, only wails echoed across the land. Escape eluded the island's cultivators.

Zhao Hai sought total eradication, so the purge dragged despite its brevity. By first light, the island stood empty save for bloodstains. Corpses and souls fueled the cold wind Ghost flag, a vital boon to its growth.

Zhao Hai then checked on his allies' progress. All fared well. Though fewer in number, their elite ranks shone. Over two hundred powerhouses easily overwhelmed fifty foes. Such dominance was exceptional, rivaled only by anomalies like Zhao Hai, who bested eight alone.

A lone cultivator ascending to Island master might falter against sword origin sect elites. Their lineage stemmed from an upright path, yielding solid foundations. Else, they couldn't forge a domain spanning dozens of islands.

Yet Chang Jun and companions drew from the bloody killing sect, premier among the blood sea realm's top ten. Their legacy rivaled any orthodox one. Thus, they held firm against sword origin sect forces. The undead needed no mention; their might surpassed. Solitary warriors in the medium, their arts derived from Zhao Hai. His vast array outstripped even the blood slaughter sect in variety... and pinnacle refinement. The undead's inheritances thus excelled.

Though newer to Island master status than sword plain sect members, their prowess nearly matched. Outnumbering foes several to one eased their victories.

They wielded a potent ally: the aliens. Devoid of Godheads, these beings' battle might equaled Island masters'. Hence, sword origin sect lords couldn't withstand Zhao Hai's coalition.

As dawn broke, island clashes neared conclusion. Zhao Hai's missive arrived post-victory. Jubilation followed. He reached out to Wen Yuming for updates. Their captured isle yielded all treasures, even letter slaves relocated.

Satisfied, Zhao Hai nodded and summoned them to the central isle. They'd scour it first, then branch out. The core held richest spoils. Their assault on the sword origin sect wouldn't stay secret; haste was key.

Soon after his directive, Wen Yuming's group reached the main isle. No delays—they delved immediately. Zerg aid unearthed every secret. Wen Yuming's team ferried loot via portals to the vessel's stores, or rather, the bronze man's vault.

Next came the island's letter slaves. Simplest quarry, they offered no fight. Bound in servitude, resistance was alien. Locate their quarters, erect a gate array, usher them through to the ship's letter space—done. Post-arrival care fell to awaiting handlers. They'd assign homes, orient newcomers, and erect a sacred hall.

Zhao Hai devised this shrine concept. It housed myriad idols: his, Chang Jun's, others'. Devotees bowed in the forecourt plaza. Faith's essence flowed, shared across effigies. With sparse followers now, yields stayed modest. But growth would swell the tide of devotion.

Zhao Hai proposed collective veneration to unify slave space worship, averting factions.