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Humanity’s Great Sage – Chapter 1028: Jade Blood Humans
“Jade Blood humans!” A shocked cry rang out from the Blood Race. Immediately after, one aura after another belonging to the Divine Ocean Realm surged into the sky. In the night, many Divine Ocean Realm Blood Race members reacted swiftly, transforming into streaks of blood light as they pounced toward the direction where the woman stood.
For a moment, the scene was magnificent, the auras chaotic.
Suddenly, the clear, resonant cry of a sword rang out. Following that, a single point of cold light blossomed in midair, splitting into a thousand, ten thousand streaks, slashing down from the sky.
Within the densely packed Blood Race encampment, casualties were immediate and devastating. A vast number of Blood Race members, never even realizing what had happened, were carved into shattered corpses by that fierce sword qi. Even some Divine Ocean Realm Blood Race members screamed as they plummeted from the air.
Countless sword lights ran rampant through the Blood Race encampment, sweeping with boundless slaughter.
Under the night sky, a figure stood in midair, surrounded by swirling sword qi, imposing as a god descended from the heavens.
Lu Ye scrambled to his feet, shaking his head. Turning to look, he saw that within a thousand-zhang radius of where he stood, not a single living soul remained. Every Blood Race member within that thousand-zhang range had been annihilated by a single spell from that mysterious woman.
Even Dao Thirteen’s back was a mangled mess of blood and flesh.
One had to know, Dao Thirteen was a Divine Ocean Realm body cultivator, his physique immensely formidable. Yet the spell the woman had cast was not even aimed at Dao Thirteen; he had merely been caught in its periphery and already suffered such injuries. This showed how terrifying the power of that spell was.
If they truly faced her head-on, Dao Thirteen would absolutely be no match for this woman.
Lifting his head again, he saw an old man with white hair and beard in midair, directing his sword to slay enemies. This was unmistakably a sword cultivator. The fierce sword intent emanating from him was so intense that even looking with the naked eye made one’s eyeballs ache and one’s soul sting, as if a sharp sword might cleave down upon one’s head at any moment.
The woman and the old man were clearly together. After the woman made her move, the old man also leaped into action.
And it was not just the two of them.
Although the old man’s sword had killed quite a few of the many Divine Ocean Realm Blood Race members, their numbers were simply too great. By now, many Blood Race members had already closed in on the woman.
Though the woman was immensely powerful, she was, in the end, only a magic cultivator. In such a situation, even she would find two fists no match for four hands.
Yet at that very moment, another figure descended from the sky like a meteor, crashing straight down in front of the woman and directly shattering the ground before her.
The tremendous impact swept up the surrounding dust, which blasted outward. Lu Ye could not help but narrow his eyes. With the Glyph of Insight enhancing his pupils, his gaze suddenly contracted.
That third figure who had appeared so abruptly—his build was not particularly large or imposing, yet his vitality and blood surged with such abundance that even Dao Thirteen would have to bow in defeat.
With a single raise of his hand, he seized a Blood Race member who had lunged close. No matter how that Divine Ocean Realm Blood Race member struggled, he could not break free. A great exertion of force, and the Blood Race member’s head was crushed to bursting.
Following that, his figure flickered. His fists and feet seemed clumsily thrown, yet each punch and each kick contained terrifying, awe-inspiring power. Without exception, any Blood Race member who drew within thirty zhang of him and the woman exploded into a mist of blood.
Meanwhile, the sword cultivator elder in midair wielded his flying sword with pinpoint accuracy. For a time, none of the many Divine Ocean Realm Blood Race members who charged at the mysterious woman could achieve anything.
With the protection of this body cultivator and the sword cultivator, the woman was even more free to unleash her power. One mighty spell after another was cast. Wherever they passed, Blood Race members fell in droves, their blood flowing like rivers, corpses strewn across the field.
More and even more majestic auras rose from the summit.
Such a massive commotion naturally alerted the most elite Blood Race powerhouses gathered at the peak. These rising auras were far more vigorous than those of the Divine Ocean Realm Blood Race members at the mountainside and base.
However, just at that moment, a furious roar came from the summit: “Audacious!”
The instant those words fell, a streak of light suddenly shot out from the direction of the peak, swift as thunder. From within that streak of light came a person’s shout: “Didn’t succeed, get out of here!”
“Useless!” The sword cultivator elder glanced toward the summit and rebuked without any courtesy. Then he turned his head and called to the woman and the body cultivator: “We’re leaving!”
The woman pursed her lips in a smile, brought her hands together, and gently pushed forward. Another vast swath of starlight drifted out, instantly covering a thousand-zhang radius.
Rumbling explosions resounded, the light dazzling. The figures of the woman and the body cultivator shot into the sky.
In midair, the sword cultivator elder pulled back his flying sword, preparing to flee.
In that flash of lightning, Lu Ye launched himself skyward, darting toward the elder. Seeing this, Dao Thirteen hastily followed.
Lu Ye’s unusual actions naturally did not escape the sword cultivator elder’s perception. In fact, the elder had noticed him ever since revealing himself.
After all, under the mysterious woman’s spell, every last Blood Race member had been killed cleanly. Only Lu Ye and Dao Thirteen remained unharmed, making them stand out conspicuously.
The elder hesitated for a moment, then urged his sword light, enveloping the swiftly approaching Lu Ye and Dao Thirteen, and chased after the direction in which the woman and body cultivator had departed.
Lu Ye let out a long breath.
Though he was now wrapped in the elder’s sword light and fleeing together, Lu Ye could clearly sense a wisp of pure sword intent locking onto him. He feared that if he made any inappropriate move, the elder would strike him down in an instant.
Naturally, he dared not make any inappropriate moves, and even instructed Dao Thirteen: “Don’t move rashly.”
Dao Thirteen immediately settled down.
The elder glanced at him, a thoughtful look flashing through his eyes.
They sped along at full speed.
Initially, a great number of Blood Race powerhouses pursued them from behind. But the sword cultivator’s escape speed was incredibly fast—even the Blood Race’s Blood Escape Technique could hardly match it. Moreover, against a sword cultivator powerhouse like this elder, if the number of Blood Race who caught up was too small, it might not be enough. Thus, after a short while, those pursuing Blood Race members halted one after another, helplessly watching as the elder’s sword light vanished from their field of vision.
An hour later, the elder brought his sword light down atop a lofty peak, quietly waiting.
He paid no attention to Lu Ye and Dao Thirteen, simply sitting cross-legged to the side, focusing his mind and regulating his breath.
Lu Ye had many questions he wanted to ask, but seeing the elder in this state, he could not very well disturb him, so he could only accept the situation and stay calm.
At the final moment just now, the reason he had rushed toward the elder was precisely because he wanted to leave together with this sword cultivator elder. If his guess was correct, the several human powerhouses who had appeared in the Blood Race camp tonight were all from the Jade Blood Holy Land.
And the Blood Race’s earlier furious shout had undoubtedly confirmed Lu Ye’s speculation.
This entire journey, his goal had been to reach the Jade Blood Holy Land. It was only because the Blood Race was mustering troops and the road ahead was perilous that he had no choice but to blend in with Dao Thirteen under the guise of Blood Slaves.
Now that an opportunity to break away had presented itself, he naturally could not let it pass.
Otherwise, once the Blood Race truly began attacking the Jade Blood Holy Land, escaping would not be so easy.
Beside him, Dao Thirteen was twisting his body. It was probably the wound on his back that made him feel somewhat uncomfortable. Lu Ye examined him and found it was only a flesh wound, nothing serious, so he left him alone.
With Dao Thirteen’s physique, such an injury would heal within a few days.
In the silent night, the space to the side rippled slightly. Following that, a figure revealed itself—also an old man with white hair and beard, short and lean in stature, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.
Lu Ye’s heart jolted. He knew this person was a ghost cultivator, and absolutely the strongest ghost cultivator he had ever encountered to date.
Because before the other party revealed himself, Lu Ye had not sensed anything at all. Even Dao Thirteen had not detected anything amiss.
Recalling the events just now, Lu Ye surmised that this ghost cultivator must have been the one who had shouted from the summit.
He, a human ghost cultivator, had infiltrated the summit where Blood Race powerhouses gathered densely. His purpose was obvious: he was clearly attempting to assassinate the Starlight Moon Holy Venerable.
Over the years, whenever the Blood Race launched large-scale assaults on the Jade Blood Holy Land, the northern front had always been the Starlight Moon Holy Land’s responsibility. If they could kill the Starlight Moon Holy Venerable before the great battle, it would undoubtedly deal a massive blow to the morale of the several hundred thousand Blood Race troops, possibly even causing their army’s spirit to crumble.
That would significantly reduce the pressure on the Jade Blood Holy Land in the coming battle.
But he had clearly failed, which was why he had shouted, “Didn’t succeed.”
The power of a Holy Seed was far greater than that of ordinary Blood Race members. That Starlight Moon Holy Venerable was no newly born Holy Seed like Lan Qiyue; he had long since cultivated to the peak of this world. How could he be so easily killed?
Even with the magic cultivator woman, the sword cultivator elder, and the body cultivator throwing the Blood Race camp into chaos and diverting the attention of the Blood Race powerhouses, the ghost cultivator had still been unable to succeed.
This place was likely the rendezvous point the several human powerhouses had agreed upon beforehand.
The sword cultivator elder was the fastest. Even carrying Lu Ye and Dao Thirteen, he was the first to arrive. Next was this ghost cultivator elder.
But just as he revealed himself, two streaks of light shot over from not far away, quickly landing nearby, revealing the figures of the woman and the body cultivator.
Several pairs of eyes turned toward Lu Ye and Dao Thirteen.
The ghost cultivator spoke: “Jian Guhong, why did you bring these two Blood Slaves here?”
The woman pursed her lips in a light laugh: “These two aren’t ordinary Blood Slaves. The stronger one has Divine Ocean Realm cultivation. The other, though a bit weaker, is still at the Real Lake Realm.”
When Dao Thirteen had activated his spiritual power, she had perceived it clearly. But at the time, she had been busy killing Blood Race, and Dao Thirteen had only been shielding Lu Ye, showing no intention of attacking her, so she had paid him no mind.
The ghost cultivator elder was surprised: “A Divine Ocean Realm Blood Slave? That’s not something you see every day.” Then his tone shifted, “But a Blood Slave is still a Blood Slave. Unless a Holy Seed removes the Blood Seal within their body, even if their original master dies, their identity as Blood Slaves cannot be changed. They will spend their whole lives groveling before the Blood Race. What use is there in bringing them here?”
The body cultivator remained silent, merely standing to the side and watching coldly.
Lu Ye hurriedly cupped his fists and performed a circular salute. “Greetings, seniors. Allow me to inform you, we two are not Blood Slaves, nor have we ever been implanted with a Blood Seal by the Blood Race.”
This matter had to be explained clearly. Otherwise, if these several unfathomably powerful Divine Ocean Realm cultivators casually killed them, that would be a grave injustice.
The ghost cultivator bared his teeth in a grin. “Of course you wouldn’t admit to being Blood Slaves.” As he spoke, a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand, flipping about. “Come, let me send you on your way. I promise you won’t feel a thing.”
(End of Chapter)