611 Killing the White-robed King
Qin Huai’s words shocked the White-robed King deeply. He knew that the boundless blood world was a power unique to him, given by the Supreme One. But now Qin Huai had it. Was Qin Huai a part of the Sacred Heart Sect? Was he their second Holy Son?

“It can’t be! I’ve been loyal! Why would they send someone to kill me?” the white-robed King exclaimed, confused and angry. He always avoided causing trouble and even put aside his personal revenge for the good of the Sacred Heart Sect. The Supreme One wouldn’t want him gone.
Qin Huai, keeping his calm, said, “The boundless blood world can be even stronger.” He bluffed, not sure if it was true, but he suspected the blood heart technique needed to consume others to grow.

Did those in the king realm from the Sacred Heart Sect also gain power by consuming other king realm experts? He wasn’t sure. But he sensed the white-robed king’s puppet lurking nearby, ready to ambush. So, Qin Huai took a risk with his words.

The white-robed king’s plan froze, his puppet stopped, and doubt filled him. “Can the boundless blood world really get stronger?” he whispered. He recalled the Supreme One’s message about the young man from Qingzhou. Was the Supreme One’s plan for him to find Qin Huai and then be eliminated?

Looking at Qin Huai, the white-robed king remembered the Kun Peng clan. They must have been defeated, as he hadn’t seen any of them for a long time. Maybe he should join forces with Qin Huai and the others against the enemy.

Acknowledging the white-robed king’s thoughts, Qin Huai simply nodded.

“Impressive,” the white-robed king admitted, even though they were enemies. “The Supreme One will do anything to get what he wants.” Then, he looked at Qin Huai and added, “If you want my life to become a top-tier king, maybe it’s worth it. If it’s you, then maybe I’ll accept my fate.”

He paused and looked defiantly at Qin Huai. “Did you believe that? I won’t give up that easily after all these years!”

Suddenly, the king realm puppet, which was far away, came alive. It burst from the ground causing a massive shockwave, reminiscent of an earthquake. As dust clouded the air, the puppet used its rapid Blood Shadow Divine Movement to appear right behind Qin Huai in the blink of an eye.

“Brother Qin, watch out!” shouted Zhang Youji, quickly positioning himself between Qin Huai and the threat. He unleashed talismans, creating a protective shield.

But the blood shadow struck the shield, transforming into liquid and maneuvering around Zhang Youji, targeting Qin Huai directly. Despite the myriad of bloody weapons unleashed upon it, nothing could stop its advance.

Qin Huai found himself trapped, surrounded by a myriad of blood techniques. The white-robed king and Qin Huai seemed to freeze, immobilized within the blood world.

The white-robed king coldly said, “Even though I can’t kill you here, you can’t escape either.” He continued, explaining the power and origins of the blood sea puppet, and how it was crafted from countless souls to be the ultimate weapon, even capable of taking on multiple top-tier opponents at once.

Qin Huai, struggling, snapped back, “Do you really think this is how I’ll meet my end?”

The white-robed king observed Qin Huai, seeing his expression shift from determination to fear, which only made him smirk even more.

“Thanks to you, my boundless blood world can evolve,” the white-robed king declared, clutching the scarlet blood bead, which began to emanate a potent force. “I’ll use your strength to reach the peak of martial arts.”

Qin Huai, filled with defiance, shouted, “I won’t accept this!” Blood techniques sprang to life behind him, slicing the advancing blood shadow into multiple fragments.

But those severed parts, full of vitality, reshaped themselves into lethal weapons, which swiftly surrounded and pierced Qin Huai.

“Brother Qin!” Zhang Youji cried out, powerless to intervene.

The white-robed king watched as Qin Huai’s form was brutally torn apart, relief evident in his eyes.

Suddenly, an intense killing aura streaked the sky. A massive spear, the Spear of Annihilation, launched at unimaginable speed, piercing not only the air but the white-robed king himself.

The spear’s golden glow enveloped the king, filling his senses with haunting Buddhist chants and the anguished cries of countless souls, tearing apart his spirit. His body quaked, and as he tried to flee this golden void, he was shackled by his own realm. Multiple blood techniques ruthlessly impaled him.

The once-mighty white-robed king was reduced to a skeletal remnant, all flesh burned away, leaving only the still-glowing scarlet blood bead in his skeletal hand. Amidst the ash, a few talisman remnants floated – Zhang Youji’s power.

Yet, eerily, the skeleton lived. It rasped, “How is this possible? I have the scarlet blood bead. How did you control the king realm puppet?”

A faint glimmer inside the skull betrayed a sliver of the king’s soul.

Qin Huai answered, “Because my knowledge of the blood sea surpasses yours. There was once a fellow who was known as undying and indestructible, but he died in my hands.”