Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 673 677: Poison of the Fallen Immortal_1

"Kill!"
Tens of thousands of Bone Demon Army soldiers roared and charged forward. Their Spear Qi was like a dense forest, beginning to harvest the lives of Battle Sword Peak disciples who had lost their fighting strength.
Blood instantly dyed the starry sky red.
The lives of 30,000 Battle Sword Peak disciples were forever frozen at this moment.
Sinister cackles echoed. Within the thick blood mist, the demonic leaders laughed uproariously, reveling in the slaughter. They listened to the sound of battle spears piercing flesh—the most beautiful, intoxicating music in the world.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, all 30,000 Battle Sword Peak disciples had been slaughtered.
Yet, not a single soldier of the Bone Demon Army was lost.
The Bone Demon Chieftain forcefully flicked the blood from his spear tip. "Pass the order! The hunt continues!" he commanded coldly.
Upon hearing the command, the Bone Demon Army soldiers, reeking of blood, moved through the meteoroid layers. Following a pre-planned route, they advanced with great speed, like wraiths hidden in the darkness.
「Not far away, on a certain meteorite.」
The Grand Elder sat cross-legged, a hazy aura floating around him as he circulated his Cultivation Technique to recover from his injuries.
Around him stood several stewards and tens of thousands of Battle Sword Peak disciples, forming a vigilant circle, their eyes scanning the surroundings.
Suddenly, the Grand Elder tilted his head back and spat out a mouthful of black blood. It splattered onto the meteorite, corroding a deep pit.
"Grand Elder, how are you?" a steward hurriedly asked, his face filled with worry.
"The dagger was coated with 'Celestial Fall Poison.' It has already invaded my heart meridian!" the Grand Elder stated calmly. As he spoke, he drew his battle sword and carved away the blackened flesh from his chest to slow the poison's spread.
Throughout the entire process, he didn't even furrow his brow.
In contrast, the few stewards turned pale with fright. They had heard of the 'Celestial Fall Poison's' terrifying reputation—a deadly toxin that not even a Golden Immortal Martial Artist could withstand!
Any Martial Artist below the Golden Immortal realm was almost certain to die if afflicted. If the poison invaded the heart meridian, even a Daluo Golden Immortal descending from the heavens would be powerless to help.
To think that I, who have fought all my life, would end up dying at the hands of a traitor!
Looking at the decaying flesh on the ground, the Grand Elder was consumed by unwillingness. He reflected on his life: from a mere soldier of the Human Race to the Grand Elder in command of Battle Sword Peak. He had vanquished countless foes and been hailed as the undefeated War God of the Humans.
Alas, after a lifetime of hunting wild geese, he was finally pecked by one. To be defeated by the insignificant Bone Demon Army was an unbearable humiliation.
The surrounding stewards lowered their heads, fists clenched, their hearts aching with despair.
"Do not grieve! All of you, rouse your spirits and prepare for battle!" Supporting himself with his battle sword, the Grand Elder struggled to his feet. He spoke with grim solemnity, "The matter of a traitor within the Human Race must be ed to the Pavilion Master. Later, I will use a Forbidden Technique to shatter this meteoroid layer. You must seize that chance to escape!"
As he finished speaking, his weakened state vanished. Vast reserves of vital essence surged within him, transforming into raging flames that seemed to incinerate the starry sky.
An incredibly majestic aura, sharp beyond compare, erupted from his body, as if to sunder heaven and earth.
"Everyone, prepare! When I make my move, flee this place immediately!" the Grand Elder roared. His gaze, like that of a god, swept around him, shooting out two brilliant beams of sword light. They pulsed with terrifying power, piercing through everything.
His eyes were like those of a supreme deity looking down upon the mortal world, capable of seeing through all illusions.
"There it is!"
He quickly located the Formation arrayed within the meteoroid layer. Raising his battle sword high, an immeasurable Sword Qi erupted, surging towards the starry dome as he struck with all his might.
BANG!
A dazzling sword light flashed.
Hundreds of surrounding meteoroids instantly exploded, turning into dust.
Through the hazy dust, a Sword Qi that spanned heaven and earth emerged, like the primordial strike that sundered Chaos at the dawn of creation.
This one sword strike, thick with murderous intent, burst forth with astonishing Sword Intent, revealing a desperate resolve to perish together with the enemy.
BOOM!
The Sword Qi descended.
A vast chasm tore through the starry sky. All meteoroids in its path disintegrated, the devastation stretching for hundreds of millions of kilometers. The scene was utterly spectacular.
Naturally, the Formation laid by the Bone Demon Army was also shattered by this Sword Qi.
"Disciples of Battle Sword Peak, hear my order! Retreat!" the Grand Elder roared, his eyes sweeping in all directions, radiating boundless killing intent.
The moment the Formation broke, he acutely sensed five locations within the meteoroid layer reeking of blood. Evil Qi soared to the heavens, swords cried out in mourning, and the aura of death permeated the air.
He didn't need to guess; he knew that Battle Sword Peak disciples had been slain there.
If he hadn't been poisoned, he would undoubtedly have rallied the remaining Battle Sword Peak disciples to fight back. But now, though he possessed the will to exterminate the demons, he lacked the strength.
His only hope now was that more disciples could escape. That they would not be completely annihilated.
"Damn that old bastard!"
In the distance, the Bone Demon Chieftain, who was in the midst of slaughtering Battle Sword Peak disciples, sensed the Formation shattering and roared in fury.
He hadn't expected that the Grand Elder, poisoned with 'Celestial Fall Poison' and on the brink of death, could still unleash such a terrifying attack, obliterating the meteoroid layer for tens of millions of miles.
"General, kill them quickly!" the Sect Master of Purple Xuan cried out, his face contorting in alarm.
"Kill them!"
"Don't let them escape!" As if a thought struck him, the Bone Demon General's pupils contracted, and he issued a cold command.
To annihilate the Battle Sword Peak disciples, he had risked activating the Extreme Demon Hall's sleeper agents hidden within the Human Race's territories. If even a single Battle Sword Peak disciple escaped, the consequences would be unimaginable.
No matter what, every last disciple of Battle Sword Peak had to be killed.
"Die!"
Across tens of millions of miles of starry sky, the Bone Demon General fixed his gaze on the Grand Elder and thrust his spear.
CRASH!
The starry sky shattered, the Nine Heavens Star River exploded. A Spear Qi wreathed in deathly aura, wielding unparalleled might, swept forth to extinguish all life.
"The Human Race... shall never perish!"
"Pavilion Master... I have failed your trust!"
The heavens and earth trembled. The Grand Elder let out a wretched cry. His body, already weakened to the extreme, was directly pierced by the Spear Qi and exploded into a mist of blood.
Only his cry of bitter regret remained, lingering long after.
"Grand Elder!"
Witnessing the Grand Elder's fall, all surviving Battle Sword Peak disciples were overwhelmed with grief.
"Kill!"
The Bone Demon General did not relent, launching attacks on the ordinary Battle Sword Peak disciples. Spear Qi rained down, sweeping across the starry expanse, leaving behind a trail of corpses.
Elsewhere, the Sect Master of Purple Xuan also drew his sword and, stepping across the void, joined the massacre.
In that moment, he seemed to have completely forgotten his own human identity.
「Sky Sword Pavilion.」
Soul Returning Hall. This was a grand hall where Soul Jades were kept.
Within Sky Sword Pavilion, any disciple who advanced to the Inner Sect rank would receive a Soul Jade. Consequently, the Soul Jades in the Soul Returning Hall numbered in the millions.
A gray-robed steward was engaged in his monotonous task: checking the Soul Jades for any signs of damage.
I hope the Grand Elder and the disciples of Battle Sword Peak all return safely from the war! he prayed quietly, looking at the rows upon rows of Soul Jades.
However, fate is often contrary to one's wishes.
His prayer had barely faded when a dull cracking sound echoed, exceptionally jarring in the silent hall.
The gray-robed steward froze. His gaze swept upwards from the lowest racks, checking to see whose Soul Jade had been damaged.
The Soul Jades of the Inner Sect Disciples showed no abnormalities!
The Soul Jades of the Core Disciples were also fine!
The stewards' Soul Jades were likewise undamaged!
Then...
Only the Soul Jades of the Elders and the Sword Holding Ancestors remained!
With a growing sense of dread, the steward's gaze shifted to the highest level. Dozens of Soul Jades hovered there, emitting a gentle, precious glow. All except for the one at the very forefront. Its luster was dim, its surface covered with a dense network of cracks.
It looked as if it would shatter into a million pieces at any second.
Such a phenomenon indicated only one possibility: the owner of the Soul Jade had suffered grievous injuries and was hanging by a thread.