Cultivation Begins with Skill Points

576: Chapter 565: Fourteen 576: Chapter 565: Fourteen Zheng!

A blade’s sound resonated for thousands of miles, followed by a deep white light breaking through the void, shooting straight into the sky, filled with an endless cold and fierce killing aura, sweeping across the four corners of the world.

When this blade was slashed out, the flow of time seemed to slow down, moving tenfold, a hundredfold slower, and space was completely frozen, motionless.

Only that cold blade light flowed past like bright moonlight.

The blade light flashed by, seemingly slow yet crossing thousands of miles in an instant, all life perished where it passed, all primordial qi, space, even time seemed to be cut, severed, annihilated under this blade.

Everyone who saw this blade felt an indescribable shock, a chill rising in the heart.

This blade was purely a blade of slaughter.

Zhong Lin’s heart trembled slightly; even separated by thousands of miles, he could feel every pound of flesh, every minute part of himself was pricked by the cold killing intent contained in this blade light.

“Excellent swordsmanship!”

Zhong Lin couldn’t help but praise.

“Take my sword as well.”

Then the sword light flickered, and instantly the clouds rolled, the earth shook.

Rumble!

Rumble!

The sky was clear, the vast sky was like a wash, everything was silent, not even a breeze, only the great sun’s light was falling from the sky.

Thud!

With a clear sound, the corpse of a Sealing King level Blood Demon clan warrior fell to the ground, lifeless.

Zhong Lin reached out with his right hand and grabbed the blood pill from within him, along with the silver-white long knife.

The blood pill was swallowed, becoming nourishment for himself, and the long knife was given to the Donghuang Bell for devouring and evolution.

Zhong Lin couldn’t help but stretch lazily.

“The thirteenth, that one hiding over there, if you don’t make a move, I’m leaving.”

Zhong Lin shouted into the empty void, with no sign of fear on his face, appearing as usual.

With a fluctuation in space, a young man in black appeared in the original spot.

The young man’s face was cold, eyes filled with killing intent, with a diamond-shaped blood-colored scale on his forehead indicating his identity as part of the Blood Demon clan.

“Another one, with your blood pill, my cultivation should progress further.”

Zhong Lin stretched his muscles, quietly feeling his own powerful strength, every tiny particle in his body contained formidable power, forsaking everything else, leaving only strength.

Pure and refined, hence extremely yang and rigid!

Boom!

Endless airflow exploded, the blood demon moved, stepping out a thousand miles, not knowing when a blood-colored long sword appeared in his hand, sweeping away the miles of smoke and dust, slashing fiercely towards Zhong Lin.

As the long sword slashed down, countless gusts rose between heaven and earth, sweeping across endless glaciers within a thousand miles, forming gusty white winds reaching the sky.

“Using a sword?”

Zhong Lin smiled indifferently, unmoved beneath the wild wind, his robes did not even ripple.

“Foolish.”

As he spoke, his palm slowly extended, qi-blood light rippling across the vast sky, flashes of golden light flickering.

Then an indescribable vast power condensed into a giant hand, shaking the eight directions, suddenly gripping the continuously pressed down blood-colored long sword.

Bam!

A dull collision sound spread through the endless void, yet there was no trace of primordial qi explosion.

The full force of the Blood Demon clan’s Saint Demon’s sword did not move Zhong Lin in the least.

“Impossible, impossible, you’re only at the Saint Demon level, how can you be so strong?”

The blood demon’s heart shook wildly, letting out a shocked roar.

Frantically exploding blood essence, vibrating the Blood Domain, the veins on his two arms twisted like dragons and serpents, intent on reclaiming that blood-colored long sword.

But to his shock and fear, his arms, which could shake mountains, couldn’t budge this hand in the slightest.

“Die!”

Zhong Lin’s face was cold, and his left hand suddenly extended, grabbing the blood demon’s head.

Bam!

With a dull sound, the blood demon’s head burst violently, shattered by force.

Then, with a downward press, his flesh was crushed into dust, vanishing into smoke.

“The fourteenth one.”

Zhong Lin took the blood pill and long sword, with no sign of fatigue on his face.

Since being marked by the Feiyu Demon Emperor, this was the fourteenth Blood Demon clan Saint Demon aiming to obtain the Demon Emperor’s direct teaching, each one wanting to kill Zhong Lin.

Unfortunately, none succeeded, all becoming nourishment for Zhong Lin’s advancement.

Now in Zhong Lin’s “Heaven and Earth Furnace,” fourteen blood pills hovered, being burned by the Blazing Flame, melting into the purest blood essence, integrating into his flesh, becoming nourishment for advancement.

Among these were Blood Demon clan prodigies, even direct disciples and offspring of the Demon Emperor, yet all were strongly killed by Zhong Ling.

Thus Zhong Lin’s name spread wildly through the Blood Demon clan and Human Clan, becoming the most brilliant in the war between the two realms, known across both worlds.

With a step, the entire person soared into the sky, strolling back to the Human Clan’s main camp.

Wherever he passed, Human Clan martial artists showed faces of admiration, bowing respectfully, not daring any slight neglect.

“East King!”

“East King!”

“East King!”

“East King!”

Cheers resounded through the sky, with all the Human Clan martial artists hailing Zhong Lin’s title.

In the distance, Blood Demon clan warriors, seeing Zhong Lin’s figure, were filled with hatred, eager to eliminate him, yet full of fear, afraid to encounter him in battle.

Zhong Lin bid farewell to everyone and returned to sit and cultivate on a glacier, under the burning of Blazing Flame, rich blood essence merged into his flesh, his domain began expanding again under the stirring power.

Two thousand zhang.

Three thousand zhang.

Four thousand zhang.

Five thousand zhang.

Zhong Lin frowned slightly, showing a puzzled look.

“Why hasn’t it reached the limit yet?”

The expansion of the domain is never endless; it has its limit, and upon reaching it, it stops expanding, only breaking through by reaching a higher realm level.

The specific record of the domain’s range of a King Realm master is not typically given, but usually reaching three thousand zhang is the limit one can attain, then the Xuandan starts to transform.

Yet now Zhong Lin’s domain has already reached five thousand zhang, still feeling not at the limit.

“Is it because of the System panel?”

Counting his own, the biggest difference from other martial artists is in the System panel, specifically, the conception brought by the full level martial arts within the domain.

Martial artist cultivation is always pure and refined, then breaking through a point, never as complex as Zhong Lin.

It’s not that they do not wish, it’s that they cannot.

“No matter what, strength continues to increase, as long as the strength can continue to improve, it is not a problem.”

Peace in mind, continuing to refine blood pills to enhance strength, the domain’s range continues to expand.

Zhong Lin must keep improving his strength, feeling the calculations of the emperors approaching the final stage, meaning he will face a supreme emperor who has condensed the Heaven and Earth Dharma.