464 - Made-Up Martial Arts, Have You Really Mastered Them, Disciple?

Chapter 464: Blood Prison Slaughter Form, One Spear to Annihilate the Enemy Amidst the crowd of powerful spectators, there was an unkempt, somewhat disheveled and laid-back elder who drew no particular attention. Yet, at this moment, the elder's lips were twitching as he muttered to himself angrily. "Blood Extreme's remnant soul? So, Tai-Kun is indeed useless, failed to completely kill Blood Extreme, and has let someone survive. Now, he's found the descendant of that brat Jiang Feng, truly up to no good. "Tai-Kun's successor is also useless. That brat Jiang Feng seemed like someone important, but turns out to be rubbish. Isn't it clear that Blood Extreme was hiding here..." The elder grumbled while a curious look settled on his face as he eyed Jiang Buping. "This young man, there’s something unusual about him. What kind of martial path is this? Divine soul secret arts? Not quite, how strange!" Scratching his head and touching his chin, he pondered, "Even I can't comprehend this martial path. It's definitely not the martial path of Tai-Cang, yet he's not an outsider, and he doesn't seem like some nonsense from that temple..." The more the elder observed, the more he felt like layers of mist concealed the truth, sensing something amiss in the Divine Domain. He then looked slightly upward, towards the big fellow at a certain location. "Strange, this brat's martial path is odd too. That physique is unbelievably strong, capable of transforming into a giant, definitely not the martial path of Tai-Cang. "But it's also not that nonsense from the temple either. Certainly, the temple isn't... it can’t be..." Suddenly, a possibility struck him, yet he immediately shook his head to dismiss it: "Impossible. If alive, it wouldn't remain dormant. The ones from the temple wouldn't be so quiet..." The elder glanced at Jiang Buping and then at Meng Chong, wondering whether the two might be connected or possibly from the same sect. Pondering this had the elder somewhat surprised. "Strange, that's enough thinking for now. Let’s see how that bastard Tian Sha makes a mess. Even if heaven and earth collapse, it doesn't concern me." Ultimately, the elder shook his head, deciding not to dwell further on the matter. On the battlefield, two powerful auras clashed, stirring the winds and clouds, the fierce aura enough to intimidate even the Immortal Heavenly Venerables. "Jiang Buping, you bastard child, do you dare challenge your superior? Do you have what it takes to kill me?" Jiang Tianming's expression twisted with malignity, wielding a long blade with a reddish gleam. Jiang Buping's eyes were cold, yet he smiled contemptuously. "Jiang Tianming, do you think relying on a remnant soul is enough to resist me? "Today, you and I will settle everything. I, Jiang Buping, have come to kill you, her, and whoever stands in my way!" A remnant soul? At Jiang Buping's words, everyone was taken aback. No wonder Jiang Tianming had grown so strong; he relied on a remnant soul? And if just a remnant soul held such power, how strong was its original form? Slightly taken aback, Jiang Tianming was inwardly shocked. How did Jiang Buping discover this? How did he know? "Blood Extreme senior, how does that brat know?" Jiang Tianming asked his inner Blood Extreme soul. "This child is unusual. You can't handle him alone. Hand over your body to me, or you will die for sure!" Blood Extreme's expression was gravely serious. "Even you can't guarantee killing the brat?" Jiang Tianming's expression grew more feral. "His martial path is problematic, seemingly specialized in slaughtering divine souls. Even I must proceed cautiously. If you wish to survive, you should know what to do." Blood Extreme maintained a cold demeanor. "Fine, as long as you can kill the brat!" Jiang Tianming gritted his teeth. Boom! At that moment, a faint blood-colored light emerged from Jiang Tianming, and a stronger aura erupted. The edge of his long blade gleamed with a sinister, crimson light. "Take my blade!" Jiang Tianming suddenly attacked first. The crimson blade light spanned the sky, striking toward Jiang Buping in a slaughtering manner beyond the comprehension of mere Immortal Heavenly Venerables. As the blade descended, spectators seemed to see a turbulent sea of blood, a hellscape of crimson, with a blade of blood-colored light cleaving through it. Jiang Buping's expression didn't change as he thrust out his spear. A cold light converged to a point, appearing to carve a path through the sea of blood, a path through the blood-colored hell, reaching towards the end of that blade light. Divine art, Slaughter God! Blood Extreme's heart was in turmoil, moving between defenses as circles of bloody, marsh-like light emerged, enveloping his remnant soul. This was a defensive technique. Simultaneously wielding his blade, the blood sea hell howled, akin to resentful wails, as if countless resentful souls wielded blades, charging at Jiang Buping. "Since when did the martial path of Tai-Cang specialize in killing divine souls? That doesn't make sense. It's not as simple as a martial path, but another kind, primarily killing divine souls…" "Could this child be the future ruler of Tai-Cang, else why would he be so monstrous?" Blood Extreme grew increasingly alarmed, continuously sensing a profound danger from his soul, as if an incautious strike would pierce him through. More terrifying still, that path of slaughtering divine souls was exceptionally sharp. Even with his abilities, Blood Extreme found defending against it challenging. Jiang Tianming's divine soul shivered, his face pale and fear-stricken, void of battle spirit, filled only with boundless terror and regret. Watching the intense battle, the disheveled elder grew more astonished at the martial path Jiang Buping displayed, transcending his understanding—like a kind of martial path the world had never seen. "Strange, from whom did this brat learn?" The elder mused. Meng Chong, scrutinizing the remnant soul, knotted his brows slightly. "This remnant soul's strength far surpasses the Immortal Realm, and it's a remnant from the Netherworld, once invading Divine Domain?" Being able to resist under Jiang Buping's extreme soul martial path divine arts was indeed remarkable. "Jiang Tianming can't hold on much longer." Meng Chong grinned. The battle intensified. Only now did the gathered powerful ones understand why the Spear Demon Jiang Buping was so formidable, annihilating foes single-handedly with a single spear despite being surrounded by Immortal Heavenly Venerables. That immense, divine-soul-slaying strike was beyond any Immortal Heavenly Venerable's defense! "What kind of divine soul secret art is this, to be so powerful?" "Surely, it's more than just a divine soul secret art!" Boom! Jiang Buping thrust his spear, a cold light exploding into starlike points that covered Jiang Tianming's body. These points, irresistibly, pierced into Jiang Tianming. The blood-colored hellish assault swept in, but Jiang Buping's expression remained unchanged. Wielding his spear, a booming force ripped open a gap in the blood-colored inferno, allowing his form to slip away. "Ah!" Suddenly, Jiang Tianming howled in agony. Half of his divine soul emerged from his body, his face filled with terror and despair, pleading, "Jiang Buping, I was wrong. I dare not again, please spare me!" "Don't strike again. As long as you spare me, anything can be yours. Yun Yan'er can be yours; everything can be yours, just spare me. I'm too afraid!" Jiang Tianming's divine soul quaked, emotions shattered, bereft of former supreme confidence. "This is what you deserve," Jiang Buping sneered coldly and thrust his spear once more. Buzz! Circles of bloody, swamp-like light appeared before Jiang Tianming's body; another voice sounded: "Brat, handle the divine soul. I want the body, let's end this. Your revenge is done; it's unnecessary to keep fighting." "I'll destroy both soul and body—you're in no position to negotiate!" Jiang Buping sneered. "Brat, do you really think I cannot deal with you? I'm simply reluctant to lose this remnant soul!" Blood Extreme raged. "Show whatever tricks you have!" Jiang Buping remained unmoved. "Hah, you insolent child, you truly think I'm easy to bully?" Blood Extreme fumed; a thunderous boom followed. This moment, a blood-colored glow emanated from Jiang Tianming. A vortex resembling a hellscape swirled around Jiang Tianming, pulling his divine soul in relentlessly. "Ah!" Jiang Tianming screamed in agony, yet at that moment, his divine soul power erupted. "Will you defy your promise?" Jiang Tianming was furious. "Brat, you won't survive. Sacrifice your divine soul to me, and I can avenge you. Otherwise, dying is futile, face reality." --- New Terms: 1. Jiang Feng (姜峰) - Not explicitly listed. Translated as "Jiang Feng." The term is a name, representing a possibly significant figure related to Jiang Buping's background. Gender Identification: - Jiang Tianming (姜天銘) is identified as male, denoted by "he." The term "Jiang Buping" aligns with the pronoun preferences previously established, recognizing him as male ("he"). Existing translations such as "Blood Extreme" and "Spear Demon" are maintained for consistency. The expression "Ah!" from Jiang Tianming signifies profound pain or fear, keeping with the tone and context of the battlefield setting. Blood Extreme’s voice was calm as he spoke. "Your time is running out. Consider this carefully: if you willingly sacrifice your divine soul, you can retain a trace of consciousness to witness me slaughter your enemy!" Jiang Tianming struggled with this notion. "Can you really kill that brat?" "I have a seventy percent chance." "Only seventy percent?" "Your divine soul is ultimately too weak, and its quantity insufficient; otherwise, it wouldn't be just seventy percent." At this moment, the eyes on Jiang Tianming's divine soul turned blood-red, revealing a frenzied look. He cast a resentful glance at Jiang Buping and suddenly shouted, "Yan'er, come here!" Yun Yan'er hesitated for a moment, then rushed over. "Tianming." Jiang Tianming looked to Blood Extreme and asked, "What if we add her to the mix?" "Haha, excellent. I'll fulfill your desires, letting your souls intertwine, provoking spite..." Blood Extreme laughed, raising his hand to summon the blood-colored abyss towards Yun Yan'er. "What are you doing?" Yun Yan'er's expression changed drastically; she attempted to flee, but was instantly engulfed by the blood-colored abyss. "Jiang Buping, please save me, I was wrong. It wasn't my intention—he made me do it!" Yun Yan'er suddenly cried out to Jiang Buping for help. "Yan'er, you vile woman! How dare you plead with that brat!" Jiang Tianming roared furiously. "If you had listened to me, we wouldn't be in this mess!" Yun Yan'er also lashed out in anger. Suddenly, the sounds of resentment and anger echoed, all directed towards Jiang Buping. Within the blood-colored abyss, the eyes of both filled with hatred as though they wished to consume him alive! Jiang Buping maintained a calm demeanor, silently observing, not intervening in Blood Extreme's secret technique, nor preventing them from being engulfed by the blood refinement. Boom! The blood-colored abyss surged into Jiang Tianming's body. From the rolling bloodlight, a distorted form emerged, radiating resentment, eeriness, and bloodthirsty energy throughout the heavens and earth. Three heads—one in the center, blood-red with indistinct features and crimson eyes. From it emanated waves of turbulent energies, resembling roaring blood waves. The left head appeared phantasmal, formed from Jiang Tianming's remaining consciousness. The right head was the manifestation of Yun Yan'er's lingering consciousness. "Die, die... kill, kill... brat, vile brat..." Resentful murmurs from Jiang Tianming and Yun Yan'er reverberated through the heavens, causing the gathered powerful figures’ hair to stand on end—fear creeping into their hearts that made them instinctively retreat a few steps. "What is this?" "Not sure, but it seems to be a technique from the Netherworld Abyss." "It’s powerful. Can Jiang Buping withstand it?" At this moment, everyone was scared. This was an old remnant soul from the Netherworld Abyss. If Jiang Buping were to lose, this malformed creature could likely indiscriminately devour martial artists' blood essence, potentially blood-refining the Tai-Kun realm! "It’s been ages since I unleashed Blood Prison Slaughter Form. Even though it’s a fraction of its full power, it's more than enough to kill you, brat!" Blood Extreme's sinister voice broke the silence. With a step, the battlefield turned blood-red, and raging blood waves manifested, putting Jiang Buping in the midst of this bloody torrent in an instant. Boom! Massive waves rose, and the world seemed to manifest a stifling force, coupled with a terrifying corrosive energy pervading the battlefield. Swish! One after another, figures identical to Blood Extreme emerged, with the resentful voices of Jiang Tianming and Yun Yan'er resonating—a saturation of resentment covered the battlefield. The disheveled elder, stepping slightly forward, mused. "Blood Prison Slaughter Form, one of the three major deadly techniques of the Netherworld Blood Path. After Tai-Kun supposedly killed Blood Extreme, it hasn’t been seen. Turns out, Tai-Kun was a failure, didn’t finish him off, and now it resurfaces. "Though its current state is weak, Jiang Buping won’t be able to defend against it." Suddenly, within the blood prison, a piercing glint erupted—a keen, razor-sharp intent as if about to tear the blood prison apart. Despite the great distance, every Immortal Heavenly Venerable felt an involuntary fear, a profound sense of threat from their divine souls, prompting a few hesitant steps back, their expressions stern. "If you weren’t just a remnant soul enacting this technique, I might need to retreat somewhat given my current strength. But a mere remnant hopes to threaten me—sheer delusion!" Jiang Buping's voice resonated from within the blood prison. "No matter how powerful you once were, you're just a remnant soul now. How dare a mere remnant attempt to threaten me, who gave you this audacity? "Today, you've marked yourself as my enemy, Jiang Buping. Not even a fragment of your soul shall remain!" "Arrogant!" Blood Extreme’s angry response echoed. The blood prison grew increasingly intense, yet at that moment, a glint of light within, swiftly flickered. Buzz! For an instant, the blood prison stalled, then began to crumble as all intent of resentment, murder, and eeriness vanished. Finally, everyone saw—Jiang Buping, holding a long spear, had pierced it into the central head of the blood-colored entity, which now bore cracks across its form. Blood-colored vapors emanated, dissipating gradually. New Terms: - Blood Prison Slaughter Form (血獄殺相): Translated as such to maintain the context of a deadly technique, aligning with its description as one of the Netherworld Abyss's powerful arts. - Netherworld Abyss (冥獄): Maintained as "Netherworld Abyss," representing an unearthly, ancient realm, consistent with its thematic depth. - Blood Path (血道): Translated as "Blood Path," indicating a mystical martial path linked to blood, violence, and maleficent undertones. Further, character identification: - Yun Yan'er (雲煙兒) is identified as female, referenced directly in context with the pronoun "she." This maintains a thematic consistency, continuity, and accuracy across the narrative landscape, respecting the original document's intricate ties to the martial, spiritual, and philosophical connotations.