Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8530: 507-victory _1

Yet, Zhao Hai possessed immense fighting know-how. He swiftly called out, “Shen Ji, Ruo Shui 3000!” Next, he brandished his blade. In that instant, innumerable black droplets abruptly veiled the heavens. The sun above got completely obscured, let alone that crimson sun.

The ambient heat normalized right away. Wen Butong shifted his approach too. The tome he held stirred, and he bellowed, “Perhaps it’s a river crossing Gu!” Upon those words, myriad golden runes instantly morphed into a tiny vessel that hurtled directly at Zhao Hai. Though the craft was compact, its velocity was astonishing. The 3000-mile expanse of the ruoshui River failed to impede it whatsoever. Simultaneously, the vessel bore a formidable presence, akin to a resolute fighter charging ahead. This presence stemmed from the Great Spirit's influence.

“Shen Ji, the Rolling Stones are like thunder!” Zhao Hai grinned as he uttered this. With another slash of his sword, an enormous rock sphere smashed into the diminutive boat. A thunderous crash echoed as the boulder and the boat clashed. Moments later, both the stone orb and the vessel vanished. Zhao Hai then swept his sword again and intoned gravely, “Shen Ji, cloud piercing arrow!” Followed by yet another swing.

“In the Qin Zhang Liang Zui!” Wen Butong declared solemnly. As he did, the golden runes coalesced into a massive metallic thorn that thrust toward Zhao Hai’s blade. Zhao Hai’s sword didn’t pause; it accelerated instead. The instant after, a deafening explosion rang out. The ebony sword ray and the iron spike smashed together. The spike got run through by the sword gleam. Yet, after breaching the spike, the sword light had dimmed considerably. Wen Butong effortlessly repelled the remaining ray.

Zhao Hai pressed his assault onward and yelled, “Shen Ji, Yin wind formation!” While declaring this, he flourished the sword he wielded. Innumerable dark gales abruptly arose, centered on his blade, and howled at Wen Butong. This gale appeared to originate from the underworld. Everywhere it swept, it carried ghostly laments and divine shrieks.

Wen Butong snorted disdainfully, stood tall, and proclaimed, “There’s righteousness in the world!” With his shout, the golden radiance enveloping him brightened fiercely. A cluster of golden glow burst from within him. This glow gradually shaped into countless Qi masses that encircled him protectively. The moment the yin wind encountered these Qi clusters, it dissipated instantly, as though facing its bane.

But right then, a dark light beam erupted from amid the gale, aiming straight for Wen Butong’s neck. Wen Butong hadn’t anticipated Zhao Hai weaving a sword strike into the assault. By the time he noticed, the blade was already upon his throat.

Before he could respond, the sword gleam had already transfixed his neck. The strike was incredibly swift, and Wen Butong identified it. It was the same divine secret cloud piercing arrow Zhao Hai had employed earlier. Yet this instance, Zhao Hai hadn’t voiced the technique’s name. He had executed it covertly. Naturally, Wen Butong also grasped Zhao Hai’s real prowess. Zhao Hai’s authentic power shone when deploying such a maneuver. More shockingly, he could layer another technique atop it. This was beyond what Wen Butong had imagined, or even witnessed previously.

Cultivators remained mortal beings. When executing one technique in combat, typically, they couldn’t launch a second one. They needed to halt the first before initiating the next. This is what cultivators termed switching techniques. Once a switch occurred, the prior technique would naturally falter. After all, each technique carried its unique intent, demanding harmony with the mind. Controlling one meant you couldn’t manage another. This limitation was unavoidable.

Zhao Hai stood apart. While wielding one technique, its intent persisted, still assailing the foe. He could already prepare a second one. Furthermore, since both stemmed from him, he could even blend them seamlessly. Such ability was exceedingly uncommon.

Certain mighty cultivators might achieve similar feats, but only through profound and extensive mastery of a single cultivation method. They fused two techniques into a single whole, unlike Zhao Hai’s approach of deploying two separately at the critical juncture. Other cultivators merged moves beforehand. The disparity was essential.

Regrettably, Wen Butong comprehended this too late. His knowledge of Zhao Hai was woefully insufficient. The same held for the rest. They remained oblivious to Zhao Hai’s array of biological brains, which aided in managing his intent. That enabled him to wield one technique while launching another. In truth, he had accomplished this multiple times before.

Having slain Wen Butong, Zhao Hai exhaled deeply in relief. He recognized that among the group, Wen Butong and the Withered Leaf Master were the mightiest. When he had eliminated the Withered Leaf Master, the others hadn’t taken much notice. One might say Zhao Hai had ambushed and killed the Withered Leaf Master amid unpreparedness.

Nevertheless, clashing with Wen Butong had consumed considerable time. Restricted from employing many of his signature methods, he relied solely on Shen Ji. Shen Ji proved remarkably effective. Its myriad combinations amplified his strikes tremendously. Zhao Hai had speculated that post-battle, both Wen Butong and the Withered Leaf Master would yield their personal cultivation arts. These arts promised substantial gains for him.

Still, contemplation of that would wait. Zhao Hai scanned the surroundings and noted that despite ongoing skirmishes, their side held the advantage. In the duels among Island Lord-level powerhouses, the foes hadn’t suffered defeats but gained no ground either. In clashes involving cultivators beneath Island Lord rank, they dominated. Though the enemy outnumbered them, their battle savvy and discipline differed vastly. Thus, the Bloodsucker Squad and Ghost Wind Squad had isolated them. The Divine Arms Battalion members refrained from frontline charges, instead delivering rearward fire aid. Their talisman papers and diverse ranged assaults proved pivotal. Moreover, the bronze figures spearheaded the lower-tier fray. The bronze warriors’ might rendered them unstoppable against fellow cultivators.

Assessing the scene, Zhao Hai knew his next step. He brandished his dark sword and roared, “Kill!” As his command resounded, he surged toward the Blood River Sea’s Island Lord experts. All combatants jolted at Zhao Hai’s cry, turning their gazes his way.

Shock gripped them upon seeing Zhao Hai barreling forward. Their faces twisted in dismay. They hadn’t foreseen Zhao Hai escaping the trap. His encirclement had vanished. Clearly, Zhao Hai had triumphed. His opponents had either perished or fled. In essence, Zhao Hai prevailed.

The Blood River Sea forces faltered at this sight. Wen Butong, the Withered Leaf Master, and their ilk formed their core. With them gone—dead or escaped—their spirit shattered. Chaos ensued among them.

Conversely, the Blood Slaughter Sect’s fervor soared. All recognized Zhao Hai’s victory, igniting their zeal further. Each fighter, as if pumped with vigor, howled and charged wildly. The Blood River Sea’s ranks couldn’t withstand this onslaught. Zhao Hai’s intervention crushed their resistance utterly. In moments, those Island Lord experts dispersed in panic, scattering every which way.

The rank-and-file cultivators shy of Island Lord status spun and bolted instantly. Fear had long gripped them in battle. Without the Island Lords still engaging, they’d have fled ages ago. They wouldn’t have lingered thus. Witnessing the Island Lords’ flight, they naturally followed suit, scampering off swifter than hares.

Observing this, Zhao Hai commanded icily and loudly, “Divide into 10 squads and pursue. Divine Arms Battalion, hold the rear for combat. Island Lord-level experts, coordinate together. Chase not haphazardly!” The group acknowledged with a thunderous chorus and sprang into action. The lower ranks pursued in ten units. The Island Lord experts clustered around Zhao Hai. Though this fight cost them some lives, the enemy’s toll exceeded theirs. Moreover, victory was theirs. Henceforth, no rivals loomed in the Blood River Sea.

By mental command, the bronze statue swiftly became a compact vessel. Zhao Hai stated solemnly, “Clean the battlefield promptly, then strike the Blood River Sea. We must eradicate it in the briefest span and depart swiftly. Onward.” “Yes!” came the unified reply, and they set to tasks at once. Zhao Hai remained stationed at the vessel’s prow, unmoving.

Though triumphant, this clash illuminated Zhao Hai: their present power sufficed only against such adversaries. Confronting the nine great sects’ legions would offer scant victory odds. Even now, he could at best match the Bloody Slaughter Sect’s six elders. Far surpassing average Island Lords, he still lagged behind pinnacle masters.

Employing every trick—including the God-slaying Saber and Blood Slaughter Saber—he could challenge Blood Sea Realm’s elite. Yet Zhao Hai knew exposing that would brand him the realm’s foe. When the Blood Slaughter Sect fell, nearly every sect joined the purge of its remnants. They harbored enmity toward the sect, and the Blood Slaughter Sect bore grudges deeply. Should those factions learn of Zhao Hai’s ties to the Blood Slaughter Sect, they’d hunt them relentlessly, quelling any threat. Thus, Zhao Hai’s group must tread warily. Direct clashes with the nine sects remained premature.