The Blood God Sect’s Assault

“Danger?” The Wufeng Immortal and the Whitewater Hound both started in alarm. They didn’t doubt Ji Ning’s words for a moment, and as time passed, they too could dimly sense danger closing in.

The Wufeng Immortal in particular felt a chill of terror that shocked him. “What kind of danger is this, that the threat is so intense? It hasn’t even arrived yet, and I’m already afraid?”

“Ji Ning?” The Wufeng Immortal turned to look at Ji Ning.

“Uncle White, prepare to activate the formation. Absolutely no one is to get near my master. Senior Wufeng, you be careful as well.” Ji Ning gave his instructions. A flickering candle-flame kindled in his eyes as he surveyed the surroundings.

All the distant light—refracted rays, reflected beams—converged into his vision.

More than sixty thousand li away.

“There!” Ji Ning clearly saw, in the distant sky, a large black ship. On its deck stood eight figures, led by a blood-robed man whose aura overflowed with savage malice. Behind him were seven black-robed figures.

Ji Ning knew of all the famous Loose Immortals and Earth Immortals in the Anchan Commandery and had seen portrait records.

“The Blood God Sovereign and the Seven Dharma Kings?” Ji Ning was shocked. “How did they know my master was going through his tribulation here?”

His master had directly teleported him, Uncle White, and the Wufeng Immortal here to this volcanic island in the North Sea. Neither he nor the Wufeng Immortal knew exactly where this island was in the vast North Sea. Could his master have leaked the information himself? Impossible!

“No wonder so many Earth Immortals in the Grand Xia Dynasty have been ambushed during their tribulation recently,” Ji Ning murmured inwardly. “It seems the hidden hand behind this… has a special method of locating where an Earth Immortal goes through his tribulation.”

This made him even more wary.

What exactly was this power behind the scenes?

No wonder even Patriarch Subhuti was terrified of them. Just the ability to pinpoint tribulation sites was already beyond comprehension.

“As master said, I cannot oppose such a force head-on. Any attempt to stand against them in a conspicuous way would only lead to death.” Ji Ning had a vague sense that this coming calamity was like a surging tidal wave. Whoever tried to block it would be shattered. Even Patriarch Subhuti dared not stand in its way—if he tried, he could only be crushed.

“I dare not provoke the hidden hand behind this.”

“But the Blood God Sect… that’s nothing.”

Ji Ning understood.

“It’s the Blood God Sect,” Ji Ning immediately sent a mental transmission to the Wufeng Immortal and the Whitewater Hound. “Eight people came: the Blood God Sovereign and his Seven Dharma Kings.”

“What? The Blood God Sect? No wonder the danger I sensed was so terrifying.” The Wufeng Immortal’s face drastically changed. He urgently transmitted back, “Ji Ning, the Blood God Sovereign’s strength has soared recently; he can now match a Celestial Immortal. His Seven Dharma Kings have also skyrocketed in power—each one probably equals me. With the eight of them attacking, I can’t hold them off. I’d likely fall within a single breath!”

Thirty years ago, the Seven Dharma Kings of the Blood God Sect had merely been ordinary Loose Immortals, barely comparable to Loose Immortals who had lived a hundred thousand years.

But now each of them had swelled in might, reaching the level of roughly five hundred thousand years of cultivation. They were very close to the Wufeng Immortal himself.

“I know.” Ji Ning’s expression grew grim.

“What do we do? How do we stop them?” The Wufeng Immortal was frantic. “They’re too strong—far beyond us. Ji Ning, you can match the Daoist Beixing, but there are eight of them. If just one gets past you and goes after the Diancai Immortal, they can kill him!”

When going through the Heart Demon Tribulation, one was completely immersed in the world of the tribulation and had no ability to resist the outside world.

So Ji Ning had not only to defeat them but also to block all eight. If a single one slipped through…

“Leave it to me.” Ji Ning’s eyes flashed with sharp light. “Elder Wufeng, enter the sealing formation now and guard my master personally. As for them, I’ll handle them. If anyone slips through, it’s up to you.”

“Good.” The Wufeng Immortal did not hesitate. The Whitewater Hound let him pass into the formation.

Ji Ning’s candle-flame eyes stared into the distance at the black ship drawing steadily closer.

The black ship pressed in.

Soon it entered the ten-thousand-li range. With the Blood God Sovereign’s vision, he could clearly see the sealing formation from afar.

“A sealing formation.” The Blood God Sovereign laughed coldly. “So the Diancai Immortal has already passed through the Wind, Fire, and Thunder Tribulations and is now going through the Heart Demon Tribulation. If we hadn’t come, he might have succeeded and become a new Celestial Immortal. What a pity—the Celestial Immortal that the Black-White College is about to produce is going to die by our hands.”

Whoosh.

An immense divine sense pressed down, sweeping over the eight members of the Blood God Sect, and a furious roar accompanied it: “Blood God Sovereign, Seven Dharma Kings, leave this place at once!”

“Ji Ning? No wonder you’re the top genius of the Immortal Fortunes Assembly; your divine sense can reach ten thousand li.” The Blood God Sovereign’s divine sense clashed with Ji Ning’s. “Ji Ning, your master is in his tribulation, isn’t he? Don’t bother denying it—we know everything. Oh, I see. The ones guarding him are you, the Wufeng Immortal, and your Whitewater Hound spirit-beast.

How pathetic! With this strength, you can’t stop me.”

The Blood God Sovereign was absolutely confident.

“Blood God Sovereign, leave now. I, Ji Ning, will remember this debt of mercy.” Ji Ning transmitted with cold fury. “But if you act, I, Ji Ning, will be at war with the Blood God Sect to the bitter end!”

The Blood God Sovereign felt the madness in Ji Ning’s voice and couldn’t help being startled.

Then he sneered. “To the bitter end? Even the Beishan clan of Anchan couldn’t do anything to me. Do you think I’m afraid of you?”

“Seven Dharma Kings. I’ll handle Ji Ning. As for the Wufeng Immortal and that spirit-beast, you deal with them. While taking care of the Wufeng Immortal, kill the Diancai Immortal as well.” The Blood God Sovereign transmitted. “Can you do it?”

“Rest assured, Sovereign.”

“Leave it to us, Sovereign.”

The Seven Dharma Kings were supremely confident.

What they were most wary of was Ji Ning—after all, his strength was mysterious. But if all they had to do was deal with the Wufeng Immortal and a spirit-beast, they were more than confident. The seven of them working together could crush the Wufeng Immortal utterly. As for the Whitewater Hound, according to their intelligence, it had only been at the Wanxiang level in the past. Even if it had reached the Void stage now, its Dao comprehension probably hadn’t improved much.

Killing them would be effortless!

“Good!” The Blood God Sovereign smiled. “Do it!”

Boom!

The black ship sped forward rapidly—three thousand li, two thousand li, one thousand li…

“Attack!” The Blood God Sovereign gave the order.

“Go!”

The Seven Dharma Kings shot into the air simultaneously, their arrogance unrestrained. Seven black shadows soared, and streams of blood-red light swirled around them, coalescing into a blood-colored serpentine dragon over a thousand zhang long. Its scales were clearly defined, its long whiskers drifted, and its eyes were filled with killing intent.

They were called the Seven Dharma Kings precisely because they had a formation method. Back when they were weak, it had allowed them to rampage across the Anchan Commandery. Now that their individual power had soared, their combined formation could match a Loose Immortal of a million years.

“Swish!”

The blood dragon veered off to one side, avoiding Ji Ning. Meanwhile, the black ship flew straight toward Ji Ning. At its prow stood the Blood God Sovereign, his eyes savage and mad. His divine sense clashed with Ji Ning’s as he transmitted: “Ji Ning, you can block me, but you can’t block my Seven Dharma Kings. Your master is dead.

And you… I am very curious to see how strong the number-one genius of the Immortal Fortunes Assembly really is!”

“Hmph.” Ji Ning stood there, a cold smile on his face.

But his heart tightened.

He had already made ample preparations to protect his master. The eight members of the Blood God Sect appeared strong, but Ji Ning was confident he could hold them off. There was even less chance they could pose a mortal danger to him. Yet the sense of danger he felt from the looming premonition was unmistakable. Where was the hidden threat?

“I’ll just have to adapt as the situation unfolds,” Ji Ning murmured inwardly.

The Wufeng Immortal stood a few dozen zhang away from the Diancai Immortal. Seven immortal-ranked flying swords floated before him, his heart full of worry. “Ji Ning said he’d handle them and leave any that slip past to me. But now the Blood God Sovereign is going after him, and the Seven Dharma Kings are coming for me. How can I possibly stop them? I’m just a Loose Immortal who’s lived a few hundred thousand years. I don’t mind dying, but my junior disciple—he’s already survived the Six-Nine Tribulation! If he’s killed by the Blood God Sect, it would be such a waste.”

“No matter what, even if I have to burn my life, I must protect my junior disciple.” The Wufeng Immortal clenched his teeth, watching the blood dragon fly toward him.

The Seven Dharma Kings had turned into a blood dragon, its aura overwhelming.

When the blood dragon drew near, it whipped its tail around—the tail was actually composed of multiple immortal-ranked artifacts: flying swords, silken sashes—all condensed into that blood-red dragon tail.

BAng!

The dragon tail slammed into the sealing formation, causing it to crack instantly.

It was then that the Whitewater Hound, who had been lying low and watching everything, rose to his feet. At the same time, a youth in black Daoist robes appeared beside him—Ji Ning’s Primaltwin! Fearing danger, Ji Ning had set his main body as the first layer of defense outside the formation, and his Primaltwin as the second layer inside.

“You want to harm my master!” The black-robed Ji Ning’s eyes flashed with killing light. Nine black flying swords, ghostly and faint, materialized around him.

“Nine?” The Wufeng Immortal gasped in pleasant surprise. “So he has nine top-grade immortal-ranked flying swords! And he hid his Primaltwin inside here… This kid really startled me. But can his Primaltwin stop the Seven Dharma Kings?”

The Wufeng Immortal knew he himself couldn’t.

Everything depended on Ji Ning.

“RIIIP!”

Nine sword scars tore through the sky, leaving deep furrows as if the air itself were plowed open.

The nine scars intersected, forming a huge net that swept toward the blood dragon.

“Break!” The blood dragon let out a low, furious roar—a mix of the Seven Dharma Kings’ voices—and its tail lashed out again.

“Rip!”

“Ssss.”

“Whoosh.”

Each of those nine sword scars struck with the power of an ordinary Celestial Immortal. Nine swords combined—that surpassed even the strength of Ji Ning’s main body! In the head-on collision, the blood dragon’s strongest weapon, its tail, was the first to collapse. Immortal-ranked artifacts were sent flying back, the entire blood dragon disintegrated, and the nine sword scars curved through the air, slashing toward the Seven Dharma Kings.

“Die.” The black-robed Ji Ning’s eyes were ice-cold.