Chi Chi Chi Chi!
An eerie, chilling laughter burst from the Ghost-Head Blade. Amidst the brutal battlefield, this sudden, jarring sound pierced through the chaos, sending a bone-deep chill through everyone who heard it. It was simply terrifying.
A cold sensation crept up from the soles of their feet.
"What was that? Who's laughing like that? It's creeping me out!"
"So eerie! I feel my whole heart freezing over... It's like I've suddenly been transported into a ghostly underworld."
One after another, the cultivators' faces turned pale as they sensed a wave of foreboding energy rapidly spreading across the field. This was no ordinary phenomenon.
The fighting instinctively ground to a halt.
Everyone turned to look toward the source of the laughter — the guillotine.
Upon seeing it, their expressions shifted from confusion to sheer horror.
"The guillotine! Look at all that blood—how is there so much?!"
"Something's wrong! Look at the corpses! They've shriveled into dried husks, as if all their blood was drained... and sucked into the guillotine! But even if every drop was taken, it shouldn't cover the entire platform like that. What's happening?"
"Look at the Ghost-Head Blade! The ghost's face on it—it's laughing! That laughter is coming from the blade itself. It's definitely a cursed blade! It wasn't that no one could draw it—it needed fresh blood to awaken!"
"The blood... the stench is overwhelming! It's seeping from the guillotine! It must have been soaked in the blood of countless victims over countless years, hidden away until now, reawakened by the fresh blood."
The cultivators shivered from head to toe, fear draining the color from their faces. A sinister, icy aura — filled with death and malice — poured from the guillotine. They could almost hear the wails and screams of countless wronged souls, chilling their very souls.
There was no doubt about it — this was a true supreme cursed artifact.
One capable of annihilating any living being.
Not merely a guillotine or a blade anymore, but a supreme killing machine, nurtured by feng shui and heaven and earth over untold ages.
"Such dense murderous energy… I've never seen anything like it!"Even Ye Zhiqiu, usually unshakable, showed a flash of fear. This cursed relic emanated a deep, palpable sense of doom.
"Such a fine blade! If I can seize it and offer it to the clan leader — a sacrifice to the Demon God — it will surely bring great merit!"
A Scorpion warrior was already standing beneath the guillotine. His eyes gleamed with excitement as he rushed onto the stage.
Clang, clang!!
The moment he stepped onto the platform, blood-red chains burst forth from the guillotine like vipers, instantly binding him tightly.
His scorpion body — legs, pincers, even the deadly stinger — were all wrapped and pinned down. He was completely immobilized, tied up like a sacrificial offering.
"Immediate Execution!!"
A cold voice echoed from the guillotine.
Shing!!
At that very moment, the Ghost-Head Blade — until now immovable — sprang free, flying into the air as if wielded by an unseen executioner. A flash of light, a streak of crimson—
Blood splattered.
In an instant, the Scorpion warrior's head was cleanly severed from his body. Blood gushed from his neck as he collapsed onto the platform.
Gulp.
What followed was even more chilling:The severed head was immediately absorbed into the guillotine, vanishing without a trace. The remaining blood was also drawn in, and the body withered away, leaving behind only a headless skeleton.
It was as if the guillotine had executed a condemned criminal before a crowd, cold and merciless.
Guillotine.
Ghost-Head Blade.
Anyone who steps on the stage—loses their head!!
Though it sounds long, all of this happened in the blink of an eye.
A Scorpion warrior of Sea of Divinity realm strength — dead within two breaths. The scene was so abrupt that most could barely react before it ended.
Clang clang clang!!
Without pause, more blood-red chains shot out, sweeping across the battlefield.
"Watch out! Those chains are cursed! Don't let them touch you!"
"It's the guillotine — it's hunting for more blood! It won't stop now!!"
"Retreat! Fall back now!!"
"Help! I'm caught! Someone save me!!"
The sudden appearance of the blood chains caught many off guard.Some tried to resist, slashing at the chains with their weapons — but these cursed chains were incredibly tough and elastic. Even when nicked, the blood-red chains regenerated almost instantly under a surge of sinister light.
"Monk!!"
Yi Tianxing's eyes flashed as he saw Lu Zhishen entangled by multiple chains, being dragged toward the guillotine.
Without hesitation, Yi Tianxing's figure blurred like a streak of light. In his hand, a bronze war spear materialized, and with a few thrusts—
Clang clang clang!!
Three crisp strikes broke through the chains, freeing Lu Zhishen mid-air.
"Such a sharp spear! Brother Yi, my thanks!!"
The monk landed safely, a trace of lingering fear on his face.
Those blood chains were far too strange. Even his weapon had failed to cleanly sever them. Only Yi Tianxing's refined Jade-Splitting Spear Intent and raw physical might had done the trick.
"Immediate Execution!!"
Meanwhile, the chains dragged nearly twenty victims — mostly Scorpion warriors — onto the platform, binding them like prisoners awaiting their doom.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
The Ghost-Head Blade soared once more.
Each flash of its ghostly edge sent another head flying.Each severed head was sucked into the guillotine.Each body was drained of blood and flesh, leaving only bleached bones.
Blood erupted like fountains.The air grew thick with a nauseating, metallic scent.
"Good heavens! That cursed guillotine almost got me!"The monk shuddered, patting his head."It craves blood! The more it kills, the stronger it becomes!"
Everyone — human and Scorpion alike — began to retreat instinctively.
The fear was primal.
No one wanted to be dragged onto that stage of death.
Clang clang clang!!
However, after the final executions, the guillotine erupted in a blood-red light. Figures began emerging from the platform...
"Blood Ghosts!!"
"Headless Blood Ghosts!!"
Terror gripped the cultivators.
The figures rising from the platform were no ordinary spirits — they were Blood Ghosts, and even worse — Headless Blood Ghosts.
"Blood Ghosts are among the deadliest types of spirits,"Ye Zhiqiu explained quickly to Yi Tianxing."They can shift between physical and spectral form. A single scratch, and they'll drain you dry!Headless Blood Ghosts are even worse — their wrath amplifies their power exponentially!"
"Return my head!!"
The ghosts shrieked hideously.
Their clawed hands gleamed with a crimson sheen. Some even wielded blood-red weapons.
Without hesitation, the Headless Blood Ghosts launched themselves at the living.
"Aaaaah!!"
A Scorpion warrior tried to slash one away — but his blade passed harmlessly through the ghost's body.
The next instant, the ghost was upon him —and before he could even scream, his body shriveled up into a dry husk.