Blood Moon Falls, I'll Tear Off Half Your Face First

Boom!

The moment the blood moon fell, Heavens-Severing Ridge seemed to be pressed into the ground by the palm of an ancient giant demon.

The sky collapsed.

Black water rolled backwards.

Countless dream fragments hung in midair, like broken mirrors, reflecting the deepest secrets that everyone wished to keep hidden.

Some saw themselves begging for food in their childhood.

Some saw themselves kneeling at their enemies' feet.

Some saw their closest ones dying in their arms.

And some saw themselves hiding a secret stash of money, being chased down three streets by their dao companion wielding a knife.

This was the Night-mare Bizarre Domain.

It was not an illusion.

Illusions deceived people.

Nightmares killed the heart.

As long as you broke down in the dream, your divine soul in reality would crack.

Xie Wujiu stood in the center of the blood moon, his black hair dancing wildly. One eye flowed like a river of stars, while the other swallowed the sky like an abyss.

He looked down at the crowd, like a god half-fallen into the bizarre path.

"Wang Hao."

"This Venerable wants to see what you will use to oppose a Martial God."

As his words fell, the blood moon completely pressed down.

Rumble!

More than forty Demigod Patriarchs attacked simultaneously.

Old Master Ren shook his dragon-head cane, and his blue-gold true essence transformed into a ten-thousand-foot dragon shadow, forcefully propping up a corner of the blood moon.

Old Master Li struck out with a palm, and his blood wolf dharma idol roared at the sky, biting the countless nightmare arms crawling out of the black water.

Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword's sword intent soared into the sky, a sword sweeping across the void, like cleaving a daylight through the dark night.

Ye Guyun followed closely behind, his lone sword like snow. The sword light was not large, but extremely pure.

Xiao Chen's whole body burned with golden flames, his qi and blood boiling, like a young god of war.

Qin Hongye's long saber was unsheathed, and wherever the cold light passed, the dream mist frosted over.

Wanyan Gu was the most direct, carrying his spiked club and charging towards the blood moon, roaring as he charged:

"Xie Wujiu!"

"Come down and fight!"

"Don't act like a flying pot lid!"

The Patriarchs: "..."

This metaphor was very crude.

But inexplicably apt.

The corner of Xie Wujiu's eye twitched imperceptibly.

Wang Hao stood at the very front of the crowd, his black-gold dragon robe flapping in the wind. Behind him, the black dragon of national destiny coiled in the firmament, its dragon pupils cold, looking down at the bizarre domain.

His true cultivation was only at the peak of the Qi Control Realm.

Placed in front of this group of Patriarchs, logically speaking, he wasn't even qualified to sit at the table.

But at this moment, standing there, he instead seemed like the center of all qi mechanisms.

Because everyone knew that although this Emperor's realm was not high, he never did things according to realms.

What he was best at was taking a broken abacus and calculating to death a group of old things who thought they were assured of victory.

The New Emperor Sword hovered at Wang Hao's shoulder, the sword body shining brightly with black-gold light.

The artifact spirit's voice trembled with excitement.

"Tyrant!"

"I smell it!"

"There's the smell of Night-mares inside the blood moon!"

"So fragrant! Really so fragrant!"

Wang Hao glanced at it.

"If you go up now, at most you'll count as adding a toothpick for them."

The New Emperor Sword was furious.

"I am ranked three hundred and forty-fifth among Bizarre Artifacts!"

Wang Hao said faintly, "The opponent is a peak level-nine bizarre entity."

The New Emperor Sword fell silent for half a breath.

Then it said softly:

"Then I can lick the scraps first."

Wang Hao: "How promising."

Boom!

The blood moon pressed down.

The true essence canopy propped up by the Patriarchs trembled violently.

That was not a simple crushing of power.

The blood moon contained nightmare pollution. Once the true essence came into contact, it would be entangled by countless nightmare threads.

Old Master Ren's face sank.

"No good!"

"This thing is eroding our true essence!"

Old Master Li gritted his teeth and said, "It's like using your hands to fish for poisonous snakes in a mud pit. The harder you try, the tighter they wrap around you!"

Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword said coldly, "We can't meet force with force."

"But if we don't, it will directly smash our divine souls."

Xie Wujiu smiled faintly:

"Have you figured it out?"

"Unfortunately, it's too late."

"In the Night-mare Bizarre Domain, the more you attack, the more flaws will appear in your minds."

"Wang Hao, you can save them once, but you can't save them a second time."

Wang Hao looked up at the blood moon that blotted out the sky.

He didn't attack immediately.

The Son of Heaven's Qi Observation Technique circulated to the extreme in his eyes.

The entire bizarre domain turned into a giant meridian map in his field of vision.

The blood moon was the heart.

The black water was the blood vessels.

The nightmare threads were the tendons.

Xie Wujiu was the "brain" in that monster's body.

But this brain was not stable.

There were three streams of qi mechanisms in Xie Wujiu's body.

The first stream was the Star Sea Qi inherited from the Heavenly Secret Pavilion for ten thousand years, profound, indifferent, and aloof.

The second stream was the dark qi of the Night-mare entity, chaotic, greedy, and devouring everything.

The third stream was the residual lightning of the Heavenly Tribulation, golden like nails, pinning down the first two forces, preventing them from completely tearing Xie Wujiu apart for the time being.

These three forces formed a certain bizarre balance.

Once the balance was broken, Xie Wujiu would suffer a backlash.

Wang Hao narrowed his eyes.

"So that's how it is."

Xie Wujiu seemed to sense his gaze, and his face sank slightly.

"What are you looking at now?"

Wang Hao said, "Looking at your poor health."

Xie Wujiu sneered.

"This Venerable has already entered the Martial God Realm. My physical body has been recast, and my divine soul has transformed. You say this Venerable is in poor health?"

Wang Hao nodded.

"Yeah."

"Your condition is called illegal assembly."

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched.

What time is it.

The Emperor is still mocking.

Xie Wujiu's eyes completely turned cold.

"Courting death!"

In the center of the blood moon, a giant pitch-black pupil suddenly opened.

That was not Xie Wujiu's eye.

But the eye of the Night-mare entity.

The moment the black pupil opened, all sounds between heaven and earth disappeared.

Everyone only heard their own heartbeat.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Every beat felt like a cold hand squeezing their divine soul.

A Void-Walking Realm expert's face turned pale, and he suddenly murmured in a low voice:

"I'm tired."

"Sleep for a while..."

His eyelids drooped, and his body actually began to turn transparent.

Wang Hao flicked his finger, and a strand of astral qi struck the center of his brow.

Smack!

That Void-Walking expert suddenly woke up with a start.

Wang Hao said coldly, "Sleeping on the battlefield, deduct salary."

That Void-Walking expert was dripping with cold sweat.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for saving my life!"

Wang Hao looked at the crowd.

"Don't look at that eye."

"It's stealing your spirit."

"Whoever feels sleepy, slap yourself in the face."

Hearing this, Wanyan Gu slapped himself in the face without hesitation.

Smack!

The sound was crisp.

Everyone was shocked.

Wanyan Gu said seriously, "I'm not sleepy, but taking precautions in advance."

Wang Hao fell silent for half a breath.

"You are very suitable for writing military safety manuals."

Xie Wujiu didn't want to listen to their nonsense anymore.

He raised his hand and pressed down.

Within the blood moon, countless black chains hung down.

At the end of the chains hung human faces.

Those faces were either crying or laughing, all carrying the bizarre aura of nightmares.

They pounced towards the crowd, opening their mouths to bite at their divine souls.

"Form array!"

Although the Duke of Ying had already led the main army to withdraw, the remaining personal guard generals still assisted on the periphery.

The Patriarchs of the Demon Suppression Alliance quickly changed their array.

More than forty Demigod qi mechanisms connected, transforming into a giant Demon Suppression Ring.

In the ring, sword qi, saber light, true essence, and qi and blood intertwined, forcefully blocking the first wave of nightmare chains.

But every time a chain was cut off, more black mist surged out from the broken end.

The power of nightmares seemed endless.

Wang Hao knew they couldn't drag this out.

If they dragged it out, Xie Wujiu would become more and more familiar with the power of the Martial God Realm and the Night-mare entity.

And they would have their divine souls ground away bit by bit by the nightmares.

He raised his hand.

The Thunder Abyss Demon Suppression Pagoda appeared in his palm.

The pagoda's body was quaint, nine stories heavy.

Now only the thunder patterns on the first seven stories were bright, and on the eighth story, seven phantom thunder phoenixes hovered.

That was seven Thunder Phoenix attacks, each equivalent to a full-force strike from an Eighth Stage expert.

The ninth floor remained silent.

It was far from the time to open it.

Wang Hao glanced at the residual heavenly tribulation lightning on Xie Wujiu's body.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Xie Wujiu suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

He was too familiar with this expression.

Every time Wang Hao showed this expression, it meant someone was about to suffer.

Usually, it also involved losing money.

"Thunder Abyss."

"Open the first gate."

Boom!

The first to seventh floors of the Thunder Abyss Demon Suppression Pagoda vibrated simultaneously.

Countless lightning snakes rushed out, converging into a giant lightning python that crashed into the black chains dangling from the blood moon.

Sizzle!

Lightning, being the most masculine and rigid element, naturally countered eerie corruption.

The nightmare chains were swept by the lightning python and instantly turned scorched black over a large area.

But Xie Wujiu only snorted coldly.

"You think a mere seventh-stage lightning power can break my Dream Domain?"

Wang Hao said flatly, "It's just an appetizer."

"The main course hasn't been served yet."

He flicked his finger.

The lightning patterns on the eighth floor lit up.

The first Thunder Phoenix opened its eyes.

Boom!

The Thunder Phoenix flew out of the pagoda!

At that moment, the entire eerie domain was illuminated.

Golden-purple lightning fire transformed into a phoenix with a wingspan of a hundred zhang, trailing a destructive tail flame as it charged straight at the blood moon.

Wherever the Thunder Phoenix passed, black water evaporated, dream mist shattered, and countless human faces screamed as they dissipated.

Xie Wujiu's expression changed slightly.

He instinctively wanted to dodge.

But Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword suddenly thrust his sword.

"Lock!"

Ye Guyun also drew his sword at the same time.

The two sword intents, one old and one young, one heavy and one sharp, converged in the void, unexpectedly sealing the space within three zhang of Xie Wujiu for a brief moment.

The demigod ancestors, including Elder Ren and Elder Li, seized the opportunity and blasted out their true essence simultaneously.

"Suppress!"

Over forty streams of true essence crashed down like overturning mountains and seas, forcibly pressing the blood moon down by half an inch.

Half an inch.

It was nothing to a Martial God.

But to the Thunder Phoenix, it was enough.

Boom!

The Thunder Phoenix crashed into the blood moon.

The blood moon trembled violently.

A patch of scorched flesh exploded on Xie Wujiu's shoulder.

The nightmare shadow behind him was also burned, leaving a gap.

The New Emperor Sword instantly acted like a hungry dog smelling meat, swooshing over.

"Mine!"

"This bite is mine!"

It plunged into the residual nightmare mist, devouring it frantically.

The residual nightmare mist struggled violently, turning into countless tiny hands trying to tear at the blade.

The New Emperor Sword cursed while swallowing:

"Don't touch me!"

"This sword sells its skills, not its body!"

Wang Hao's face darkened.

"Stop embarrassing me."

The New Emperor Sword mumbled, "I'm evolving! A proper evolution!"

The flesh on Xie Wujiu's shoulder rapidly regenerated.

But his face visibly darkened.

The Thunder Phoenix had injured him.

More accurately, the Thunder Phoenix had triggered the incompletely refined heavenly tribulation residual lightning within his body.

That power, which should have been under his control, was showing a hint of losing control.

Wang Hao saw it.

He took a step forward.

Heaven-Imprisoning Earth-Overturning Palm.

Fifth Palm.

Moving Mountains!

Boom!

The golden palm print seemed to hoist up a primordial divine mountain, surging upward against the blood moon from below.

The falling momentum of the blood moon was forcibly halted.

Wang Hao took a second step.

Sixth Palm.

Rending the Void!

Crack!

The palm print pierced through the black water, and the void fractured into countless fissures.

The nightmare shadow behind Xie Wujiu was shaken violently.

Wang Hao took a third step.

Seventh Palm.

Locking the Heavens!

Rumble!

A giant golden palm descended from the firmament above, clamping down with the Mountain-Moving Palm from below, as if to crush the blood moon between them.

Everyone's minds were shaken.

This was a Divine-level martial art.

Even though it was unleashed by someone at the peak of the Qi Control realm, it possessed the grandeur to shake the eerie domain of a Martial God.

Xie Wujiu was finally enraged.

"Wang Hao!"

"Do you really think you can defeat a Martial God just by relying on a Divine-level martial art?"

He spread his hands.

The Eye of the Star Sea blossomed with endless light.

Heavenly secret runes flew out of his body, turning into thousands of stellar trajectories.

Every trajectory was deducing the flaws of everyone present.

Just as Elder Ren was about to attack, a black line appeared in front of him ahead of time, forcing him to retreat.

Just as Elder Li condensed his Blood Wolf Avatar, a nightmare fissure appeared on the avatar's chest.

The moment Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword's sword intent rose, Xie Wujiu pointed his finger in advance at the exact path the sword intent had to take.

This was the deduction of heavenly secrets.

Foresight.

Anticipating the enemy's moves.

The terrifying nature of the Martial God realm Xie Wujiu, coupled with the Nightmare eerie domain, was finally fully revealed.

Everyone's attacks were intercepted one by one.

The blood moon pressed down again.

Xie Wujiu's figure blurred, and he appeared directly in front of Wang Hao.

He pointed a finger at the center of Wang Hao's brow.

"It's over."

This finger strike lacked any earth-shattering momentum.

Yet it contained the triple power of heavenly secrets, nightmares, and a Martial God.

Once it hit, Wang Hao's divine soul would be dragged directly into the deepest depths of the nightmare.

Wei Zhongxian's expression changed drastically.

"Your Majesty!"

His figure appeared like a phantom, his palms crossing as he blocked in front of Wang Hao.

But Wang Hao was faster.

It was as if he had been waiting for this moment all along.

He brought the fingers of his left hand together.

Nine Swords of Heaven Opening.

Third Sword.

Severing the Void!

Swish!

The white sword light did not slash at Xie Wujiu's finger, but at the black dream thread connecting the blood moon to his main body behind him.

Xie Wujiu's pupils shrank suddenly.

"You dare!"

The sword light fell.

The dream thread snapped for an instant.

Xie Wujiu's aura experienced a very brief stagnation.

It was in this exact instant.

Wang Hao raised his hand.

On the eighth floor of the Thunder Abyss Demon Suppression Pagoda, the second Thunder Phoenix flew out.

Boom!

The Thunder Phoenix blasted into Xie Wujiu's chest at close range.

Golden-purple lightning fire exploded.

Xie Wujiu was sent flying backward, a large scorched hole blasted into his chest.

Inside the hole, there was no normal flesh and blood.

Only black mist, starlight, and lightning scars intertwined.

Everyone gasped.

Wang Hao's eyes were cold.

"Everyone, did you see that?"

"He is not invincible."

"He is just pieced together rather uglily."

Wanyan Gu was overjoyed.

"Can he be beaten to death?"

Wang Hao said, "Yes."

"But we have to strike with extreme precision."

Elder Ren asked in a deep voice, "How do we strike?"