God Emperor

Chapter 1823: The Crisis in the Sword Sanctum

There were 18 spirit mountains in the Sword Sanctum. Their vegetation was as verdant as jade, white mist drifted between the mountains with waterfalls falling from the sky, and strange demon-like rocks, as well as auspicious light, glimmered everywhere.

During the Sword Sanctums heyday, there were over tens of thousands of disciples and clansmen living in these mountains.

At one point, however, the skies above the Sword Sanctum were smothered by dark clouds.

The eighteen spirit mountains were soaked in blood, and corpses floated inside the stream and lakes. Some of the spirit mountains had suffered the brunt of a terrifying attack; their defensive wards were broken, and the mountains themselves collapsed. Meanwhile, some of the spirit mountains burned as their temples emitted black smoke.

At least half of the Sword Sanctum clansmen and disciples died, while the remainder were taken to the Jade Saint Spirit Mountain.

The Jade Saint Spirit Mountain was the chief of all spirit mountains in the Sword Sanctum. At the top of the spirit mountain, there was a square paved with white stone. Thousand of Sword Sanctums disciples and clansmen, be it dead or wounded, lay strewn. Those who were still alive, were all compelled to kneel on the ground by a powerful Saint Aura.

Even those determined Saints had their legs broken and lay on the ground.

The Young Master of the Warhammer Citadel, Bloodhunt Hongdong, wore a dark star armor with a crimson cloak as he stood on the tall steps. His five-meter-tall frame made him look unusually burly, and naturally had an oppressive aura about him.

Beneath him, there were over a hundred Saint cultivators of the Warhammer Citadel, and each of them was like a giant.

The master of the Sword Sanctum, Lu Huaiyu, was nailed onto the purple-black steele, and blood continuously flowed out of his body.

“This is the two hundred and third, if you do not speak, it will be the two hundred and fourth,” Bloodhunt Hongdong said icily.

Lu Huaiyu smiled as he coughed out blood. “Drea… mm… on…”

Bloodhunt Hongdongs eyes shrank fiercely as his hands tightened loudly.

The Ninth-rank Elder of the Warhammer Citadel, Fu Yan snorted coldly. “Young master, I dont think we should waste time bantering nonsense with him anymore. Lets use the Soul Quelling Steele to wipe out his willpower, and take his memories. I dont believe we cannot find The Records of Heavenly Works.”

The purple-black steele was one of the spiritual treasures the Warhammer Citadel had created, the Soul Quelling Steele.