The bloody sword light was as thick as blood, while the Ming Che Sword Light was as clear as water.

The two sword lights intersected and fused, yet the bloody sword light became increasingly thicker.

Lan Chang'an knew very well that it wasn't his swordsmanship that was strong, but that the Bloodthirsty Sword was too powerful. This evil sword, which had sacrificed tens of millions of people, became extremely sinister after being blessed by the Divine Lord.

The Bloodthirsty Sword didn't even need Lan Chang'an to operate it; it could operate on its own.

No matter how high Gao Xuan's swordsmanship was, or how exquisite his sword intent, the Bloodthirsty Sword could easily dissolve it.

The Bloodthirsty Sword seemed to harbor a ghost or a god inside, capable not only of attacking with sword control but also of resisting Gao Xuan's sword intent.

Although Lan Chang'an was the sword bearer, it was the Sword Artifact that controlled him. However, Lan Chang'an didn't care about this.

He had no interest in individual duels. After all, at the age of three hundred, he had lost the combat impulse he once had in his youth.

Now, Lan Chang'an only wished for immortality to continue enjoying his current life.

For this purpose, he sacrificed his wife and daughter. For this purpose, he traveled to other planets and slaughtered millions.

The immense power of the Lan Family allowed him to commit evil with impunity.

Lan Chang'an didn't mind this at all. As long as he could continue living, what did it matter how many people he killed?

There were countless people in this world. How many could he possibly kill? For the huge Alliance, the death of tens of millions, even billions, had no impact whatsoever.

Lan Chang'an had never thought he would encounter someone as reckless as Gao Xuan.

Gao Xuan not only killed Lan Changkong and Lan Guangheng but also came to his home to kill him.

Lan Chang'an had lived for centuries and had seen everything, but after exchanging a few words with Gao Xuan, he was infuriated.

He couldn't help it; he had never met such a person in his life and had no previous experience with this sort of thing.

As he comforted himself in this way, Lan Chang'an felt something was wrong. Perhaps it was the excessive use of the Bloodthirsty Sword affecting his sanity.

The Bloodthirsty Sword was extremely sinister, and Lan Chang'an seldom used it. When he did, he always felt like he was becoming a slave to the sword.

Yet Gao Xuan was too strong; an ordinary Silver Sword Hero could be killed with one strike.

Lan Chang'an had no choice but to unleash the Bloodthirsty Sword in its strongest state.

The Bloodthirsty Sword indeed proved formidable, quickly suppressing Gao Xuan, gaining a significant advantage in the battle.

But Gao Xuan's Ming Che Sword Light was too agile, and no matter how strong the Bloodthirsty Sword was, it couldn't seize the opportunity to win.

Seeing the Patriarch entangled with Gao Xuan, many experts of the Lan Family rushed to assist.

Lanting Garden was the Lan Family's stronghold, with an underground palace beneath it for sacrificing to the Master of Blood.

Many of Lan Family's experts were cultivating in the underground palace.

Regularly offering blood sacrifices to the Master of Blood provided special Divine Power in the underground palace. Even absorbing a trace was greatly beneficial for cultivation.

For experts, this was the most practical benefit.

Over the years, the number of experts in the Lan Family increased, and they had effectively suppressed the Xiao Family for this reason.

Lan Tiancheng and Lan Tianshou, although they hadn't worshipped the Evil God, enjoyed the resources bestowed by numerous Divines, naturally surpassing their peers.

Yet Lan Tiancheng was stubbornly resistant to the Master of Blood, going so far as to give up on himself.

In Lan Chang'an's eyes, this son was truly useless.

Since Lan Chang'an didn't need to consider how to use the sword, he somehow thought of his incompetent son.

At this moment, two more Silver Sword Heroes of the Lan Family were slain by Gao Xuan. Their heads exploded simultaneously, and the splattering flesh made the sword light of the Bloodthirsty Sword even stronger.

Lan Chang'an suddenly woke up, realizing, this can't go on; the elite of the Lan Family were going to be slaughtered by Gao Xuan.

In fact, during the two minutes of their confrontation, nine Silver Sword Heroes of the Lan Family had already been killed. And who knows how many swordsmen of lower levels had perished.

"You're doing this on purpose!"

Lan Chang'an understood; Gao Xuan was spotting and attacking rescue parties!

Just staying around him, anyone who came to help was taken down.

"You've finally figured it out."

Gao Xuan said somewhat regretfully, "A bit too late. All of your Lan Family experts have been killed."

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Lan Chang'an's eyes shone with bloodlight, his murderous intent growing overwhelmingly, turning him extremely furious.

The Bloodthirsty Sword also emitted black and red, its sword light carrying an extremely evil aura.

The sword intent of the Bloodthirsty Sword was like a rotting corpse, stinking with a strong deathly aura.

Seeing Lan Chang'an, Gao Xuan knew this man was done for!

Relying on the Power of the Evil God to forcibly extend his life, his spirit had been thoroughly eroded by the Evil God's Divine Power.

This evil sword, the Bloodthirsty Sword, harbored an evil Sword Spirit inside, or you could say, a Sword Ghost. It had always been a malicious spiritual life form.

In wielding the sword like this, Lan Chang'an's body and mind had already fallen under the control of the Sword Ghost.

In fact, so many Lan Family experts continued to rush forward to their deaths, largely due to the allure of the Bloodthirsty Sword.

If the Lan Family experts were clear-headed, losing a few members would have prevented others from approaching further.

This was the biggest problem with believing in the Evil God; people were quickly eroded by the evil god power and gradually lost their rationality.

Even if a person didn't change, their Divine Soul and heart had already transformed into another kind of life.

This transformation was not evolution, but a loss of one's root of the Divine Soul. From a spiritual aspect, the person was essentially dead.

"It's time to end this."

Gao Xuan raised his sword, striking the Bloodthirsty Sword; mighty, unmatched Sword Qi surged down like the Celestial River.

The Bloodthirsty Sword sank, its thick blood-like light shattering with a loud bang.

Lan Chang'an, who was blocking with the Sword, couldn't withstand the pressure even with both hands; the sword blade was suddenly pressed to shoulder height.

Lan Chang'an's knees couldn't bear the pressure, forcing him to kneel before Gao Xuan.

The ground beneath him caved in with the force from his body, creating a large pit. The surging sword qi spread outwards, shattering the surrounding bamboo forest and small pavilions.

A massive crater formed with Lan Chang'an as its center; the sword qi radiated in a ring, leaving deep marks on the ground.

Behind the transparent face armor of Lan Chang'an, his face was drenched in sweat.

The Hongyi Sword, as clear as autumn water, pressed down, and he couldn't block it anymore.

The Bloodthirsty Sword was also suppressed, its blood light fading, transforming into an ordinary crimson longsword.

Lan Changan absolutely did not want to die; with this breath he gritted his teeth and endured.

"Look, believing in the Evil God is useless. Even if you are about to die, he cannot save you."

Gao Xuan slowly said, "You might as well believe in me. If I'm in a good mood, I might spare your life."

He wasn't pretending; the Bloodthirsty Sword was indeed not easy to deal with.

The Heaven and Water Sword Intent continuously flowed, the surging Sword Qi resembling waves crashing higher and higher.

Even so, it couldn't directly defeat the Bloodthirsty Sword.

On Taurus, Gao Xuan was also limited by the Source Power environment. His ninety-six-degree Source Power was actually far greater than the Bloodthirsty Sword. But now he could only patiently grind it down.

Of course, no matter how strong the Bloodthirsty Sword was, it wouldn't last long.

Lan Changan was bound to die, but in his current state, his death might trigger the Sword Ghost. That was the real trouble.

Gao Xuan acted in this way deliberately to wear down the power of the Bloodthirsty Sword.

Lan Changan didn't understand Gao Xuan's intentions; he only thought the other party was deliberately tormenting him. He wanted to beg for mercy, but in this condition, he couldn't manage a single word.

He could only plead with his eyes at Gao Xuan.

Seeing Lan Changan like this, Gao Xuan only felt more disdain. This person found it easy to sacrifice others, yet feared death when it was his turn.

"I was going to spare your life, but I didn't think you would be so tough, not saying a single soft word. You are indeed a real man."

Hearing Gao Xuan say this, Lan Changan's eyes filled with panic, even showing a hint of pity and weakness.

The Hongyi Sword suddenly sank and swept, Lan Changan's head soaring through the Ming Che Sword Light.

But Lan Changan's body didn't bleed; the Bloodthirsty Sword in his hand turned into a streak of blood and merged into Lan Changan's body.

Pausing for a second, Lan Changan's headless body turned into a mass of blood light and soared upwards.

The blood light carried Lan Changan's head and vanished in a flash.

Gao Xuan's mocking smile faded; the Bloodthirsty Sword indeed had something sinister.

Lan Changan was dead, but the Bloodthirsty Sword would use his body to resurrect. That was the major problem.

Thankfully, the Sword Ghost within the Bloodthirsty Sword was also a Spiritual Life, with intense emotional reactions. Lan Changan's frequent quick anger was actually influenced by the Sword Ghost, though he was unaware.

Gao Xuan always provoked Lan Changan with words, having noticed this characteristic of the Sword Ghost.

The Spirituality of the Sword Ghost was too strong, and its emotional fluctuations would give feedback to the Celestial Demon Relic. Gao Xuan could easily distinguish the Sword Ghost from other spiritual spirits.

Through the Celestial Demon Relic, Gao Xuan had already locked onto its position.

The blood light transformed from the Sword Ghost went straight to the underground palace.

Due to the Divine Power barrier of the Master of Blood, even Gao Xuan's Spiritual Power couldn't penetrate the underground palace. Without the Celestial Demon Relic's lock, tracking the Sword Ghost would have been difficult.

Now, it was much easier.

The Sword Ghost appeared to be establishing a connection with the Master of Blood, or conducting some sort of ritual. Its spiritual response was extremely strong.

Gao Xuan didn't have the map of the underground palace, and the Divine Power seal prevented him from scanning the correct path.

But it didn't matter; he had the Hongyi Sword.

Having locked onto the Sword Ghost's location, Gao Xuan raised his sword to slash. The Ming Che Sword Light cleaved a bottomless sword scar on the ground.

Gao Xuan used Sword Control to plunge straight in, slashing through any obstacles with a single stroke.

Thick layers of earth or various artificial building materials were easily cut open under the Ming Che Sword Light.

The Sword Light flowed like water, naturally opening a passage wherever it passed.

In an instant, Gao Xuan had already cut through the one-meter thick metal outer wall of the great hall, reaching the center of the underground palace.

This grand Divine Hall spanned thousands of square meters. In front of a colossal Bronze God Statue lay a large deep pit.

The deep pit was filled with blood, resembling a red swimming pool.

As the pit was incredibly deep, Gao Xuan estimated there were at least two thousand tons of blood here.

At this moment, the blood in the Blood Pool boiled like boiling water.

Standing by the Blood Pool, the pungent blood smell was overwhelming. One breath would knock an ordinary person unconscious.

The blood stench was not only unpleasant but also highly toxic.

However, for the followers of the Blood God Association, the blood aura was beneficial.

The Bloodthirsty Sword roamed and swirled deep in the Blood Pool, continuously absorbing power.

The Bloodthirsty Sword also noticed Gao Xuan and sank into the depths of the Blood Pool.

Gao Xuan spoke towards the Blood Pool, "You intend to use this blood to reshape a body?"

The Bloodthirsty Sword didn't respond, feeling no need. Once it reshaped a body, it could cut down Gao Xuan with its blade.

Gao Xuan sneered, and the Celestial Spirit Sword Qi transformed into a giant palm and struck down fiercely.

Thousands of tons of blood soared dramatically under the impact of the Celestial Spirit Sword Qi, instantly emptying the Blood Pool.

The Bloodthirsty Sword hidden in the deep Blood Pool was also revealed.

Lan Changan's head and body had already rejoined, with blood all over him. The Bloodthirsty Sword in his right hand.

Lan Changan looked disheveled, yet his body emitted a vigorous vitality, youthful like a twenty-year-old. Even his spiritual state had none of the withered aura of someone old.

But Lan Changan's eyes had turned blood-red, his spiritual fluctuation emanating a bizarre aura.

Lan Changan's blood-red eyes fixed on Gao Xuan, using powerful Spiritual Power to say, "Lan Changan is already dead. I can assure you I'll never bother you."

"Based on a wicked entity like you? What nonsense guarantee? Do you even qualify?"

Gao Xuan returned with Spiritual Power, simultaneously thrusting the Hongyi Sword in his hand towards the Sword Ghost.

The Bloodthirsty Sword in the Sword Ghost's hand blocked horizontally, but failed to stop the Hongyi Sword. The Ming Che Sword Blade pierced directly into the Sword Ghost's forehead.

The Sword Ghost didn't blink, laughing hysterically on the spiritual level, "I am immortal; can you really harm me?"

"A low-level waste from Negative Space dares to boast."

The Hongyi Sword in Gao Xuan's hand condensed slightly, instantly freezing the Sword Ghost with icy coldness.

Then, Gao Xuan slowly opened his golden eyes, a fiery crimson-gold flame leaping from the depths of his pupils.

A fierce blue-white electric light burst forth, and the Sword Ghost's body collapsed into wisps of blood light under the electric light's instant attack. The blue-white electric light grew stronger, swallowing all the blood light.

In the void came an extremely mournful wail... the dragging sound stretched to the extreme and then faded into silence.