Chapter 812: Bloodstained Jasmine (Five)

The muffled thud of the six severed body parts hitting the ground sent a shiver through everyone. A chilling aura settled over the Sea God Platform, and an unspeakable horror spread like a plague.

Everyone on the Sea God Platform fell silent, their eyes wide and bloodshot from extreme shock and terror, as if they might burst.

At the Emperor level, the body is as solid as rock, and vitality is incredibly robust. Even if a body is severed into multiple pieces, consciousness can persist for a time, and profound energy only dissipates slowly much later.

However, the three severed Sword Attendants were utterly still upon impact. All signs of life and profound energy vanished without a trace, leaving nothing but six puddles of blood-soaked flesh. Looking solely at these six severed body parts, no one would have believed they were the three Sword Attendants, who stood at the absolute pinnacle of the Heavenly Profound Realm.

"Ah... ah... ah..." Xia Yuanba's mouth hung open, unable to close, and trembling moans involuntarily escaped from deep within his throat. The Saint Realm Master beside him had completely forgotten to restrain him, their eyes reflecting the most intense fear and disbelief they had ever experienced.

While instantly killing a Tyrant Emperor was astonishing, a high-level Emperor certainly possessed the ability to do so.

However, instantly killing a true Emperor was something these peerless experts, even those at the pinnacle of the Illusionary Demon Realm, had never seen or heard of.

Yet, what was instantly slain before their eyes was not just an Emperor, but a Level 10 Emperor possessing power that could dominate the world!

And it was three at once!

This was a power countless times beyond their comprehension and imagination—a force that had never appeared in ancient legends, nor even in their wildest fantasies or dreams.

Yet, such a scene, this power capable of instantly annihilating three Level 10 Emperors, was now vividly before their eyes... and the one who wielded it was a girl who appeared to be only twelve or thirteen years old!

"No... impossible... this... this must... be a dream..."

A severed portion of a Sword Attendant’s body lay directly in front of Xuanyuan Wendao. He stared at the dismembered corpse and broken sword at his feet, his face horrifically pale with extreme terror.

The Heavenly Might Sword Region, while ranking last in overall strength among the Four Sacred Grounds, prided itself on possessing four Level 10 Emperors. Now, three had died simultaneously... this would undoubtedly inflict an immeasurable blow to the Heavenly Might Sword Region's prestige and influence.

"Fa... Father." Ye Xinghan's steps faltered as he shuffled behind Ye Mie Xie, seeking a sense of security amidst his terror. He found Ye Mie Xie's body cold and his hands subtly trembling.

Yet Jasmine, the cause of this devastation, remained utterly indifferent, not even sparing a glance at the bodies of the three Sword Attendants. It was as if those who had fallen by her hand were not three revered figures of the Heavenly Profound Realm, but rather three insignificant ants. To her, the power of the three Sword Attendants, which seemed god-like to Heavenly Profound practitioners, was truly no more than that of ants.

Her gaze settled on Xuanyuan Wentian, and then she slowly advanced towards him.

Jasmine's steps were light and unhurried, but with each one she took, Xuanyuan Wentian's heart pounded violently. Under her gaze, as she slowly drew closer, a fear he had never known in his entire life began to surge and swell within the Holy Master's very soul, like a waking demon.

"You are Xuanyuan Wentian?" Jasmine asked coolly.

"Who... exactly... are you?" Xuanyuan Wentian tried desperately to maintain his composure as a Sword Master, but under Jasmine's gaze, his voice trembled violently, and the muscles in his face twitched uncontrollably.

He was one of the Four Holy Masters, formidable across the land and invincible in the Heavenly Profound Realm. He never dreamed he would experience such profound fear simply from a girl's innocent gaze.

"This princess is Yun Che's master." A cold sneer twisted Jasmine's exquisite, doll-like face. "Didn't you just declare that you would grant Yun Che's master death by your sword? Well, this princess is right here. How do you intend to make me die by your sword?"

Upon clearly hearing the girl in red declare herself "Yun Che's master," Xuanyuan Wentian's entire body tensed and trembled. Huangji Wuyu, Qu Fengyi, and Ye Mie Xie all swayed simultaneously.

Xuanyuan Wentian was a person of extreme cunning and immense arrogance. He had never feared anything and believed nothing in this world was worthy of his apprehension. Such was his mindset that even if he one day faced certain death, he would remain perfectly calm, never displaying a hint of fear.

However, Jasmine's level surpassed his by an insurmountable margin. The sheer deterrence emanating from her was something his will and conviction simply could not resist.

"You..." Xuanyuan Wentian's hands splayed, fingers contorting... He knew the three Sword Attendants' power best. If they had fought together, they could have forced him to a stalemate. But the terrifying girl in red had slain them instantly, which meant she could kill him with no effort whatsoever!

In his terror, Xuanyuan Wentian's mind reeled. Suddenly, a dark gleam flashed in his eyes, purple light erupted, and a profound sword, glowing entirely purple, appeared from nowhere, piercing abruptly towards Jasmine with a sound like thunder.

*Clink...*

With an almost imperceptible sound, Xuanyuan Wentian's purple sword froze directly in front of Jasmine.

Two fingers, as delicate as white snow, had gently pinched the tip of the purple sword.

In terms of swordsmanship, Xuanyuan Wentian was undeniably the foremost master in the world. Every one of his thrusts could tear through space, terrifying in its might. This particular strike was delivered with extreme suddenness, and in his fear, Xuanyuan Wentian held nothing back. The target was merely three steps away from him...

Yet, this very sword was effortlessly held by Jasmine with two fingers... In an instant, the purple light on the blade, its sword intent, and the sound of thunder vanished without a trace.

Xuanyuan Wentian gripped the hilt, his arm trembling violently as if with palsy, pure terror etched clearly on his face. But no matter how his arm shook, the purple sword remained utterly motionless.

"Holy... Holy Emperor..." Beside Huangji Wuyu, Master Juexin's face was flushed crimson, his forehead drenched in cold sweat as if caught in a downpour.

"Quick... release Yuanba's restraint... quickly..." Huangji Wuyu stammered, his voice trembling. The words he had spoken to Yun Che, and Yun Che's replies, echoed clearly in his ears. Since the girl in red knew what Xuanyuan Wentian had said to Yun Che, how could she not have heard or seen what he himself had said and done to Yun Che?

This girl in red, who claimed to be Yun Che's master, was far more terrifying than the legendary ancient demon gods! Among the Four Holy Masters, Huangji Wuyu was widely acknowledged as the greatest in the world. However, he knew deep down that while Qu Fengyi and Ye Mie Xie were slightly weaker than him in terms of power, Xuanyuan Wentian was his equal. His title of "Heavenly Profound Realm's Foremost" stemmed from the Sacred Grounds being stronger than the Sword Region. Purely in terms of individual strength, he and Xuanyuan Wentian stood as equals, the foremost in the Heavenly Profound Realm.

Yet, a full-power sword strike from this very "Heavenly Profound Realm's Foremost" expert had been casually neutralized by her with just two fingers.

The disparity in their power was beyond a chasm!

Who was she... Where did she come from... How could such a terrifying being exist in this world?!

Yun Che was known to be someone who always sought revenge, even for the slightest grievance. His retaliations were famously ruthless, a fact known throughout the world due to numerous bloody examples. If Yun Che were to seek vengeance against the Imperial Profound Sacred Grounds with the girl in red's power, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He had previously reprimanded and prevented Xia Yuanba from protecting Yun Che. Now, he was forced to rely on Xia Yuanba's relationship with Yun Che to avert this terrible, sudden crisis...

And it was, without exaggeration, the most terrifying crisis the Imperial Profound Sacred Grounds had faced in ten thousand years!

With a gentle squeeze of Jasmine's fingers, the purple longsword instantly fractured into countless fine cracks. Xuanyuan Wentian's personal sword was certainly no ordinary artifact; named "Thunder Might," it was one of the Heavenly Profound Continent's ten most renowned Overlord Profound Artifacts. Forged from an extraterrestrial meteorite that had endured over three millennia of lightning strikes atop a mountain peak, it possessed infinite sword might, and its blade was exceptionally resilient. Even Xuanyuan Wentian, applying his full power, could not mar it in the slightest.

Yet, in Jasmine's grasp, it shattered instantly, like a sheet of thin ice.

*Clang!*

With an explosive *clang*, the purple sword instantly disintegrated into countless tiny fragments that scattered everywhere, leaving only a piece of the sword tip clasped between Jasmine's fingers. Xuanyuan Wentian let out a bloodcurdling scream as his entire right arm erupted in a spray of blood, his flesh completely blown open. He stumbled backward, then tripped and collapsed to the ground, unable to rise for a long time, his entire body convulsing uncontrollably.

With two thousand years of cultivation, he had instinctively pulled back his hand upon sensing the danger. Otherwise, given the force Jasmine transmitted through the sword, not just his flesh but the bones of his entire arm would have been pulverized.

"Sword... Sword Master!!"

"Sword Master!!"

Xuanyuan Wentian lay on the ground, spattered with blood, his once formidable sword aura and profound energy almost completely vanished. All the elders of the Heavenly Might Sword Region were struck with horror and rushed forward frantically.

Jasmine's gaze shifted slightly, a faint, cruel sneer curling her lips. With a light flick of her fingers, which still held the sword tip fragment...

*Thwish!!!*

A straight red line was distinctly etched into the very space.

*Sssshhhhhhh*

The overlapping sounds of gushing blood were deafening, like the roar of a thousand-foot waterfall. Among the Heavenly Might Sword Region's contingent, the heads of the twenty-three Sword Region elders who had charged forward flew off their bodies at the exact same instant, then simultaneously struck the ground, rolling far away like twenty-three scattered gourds.

From the twenty-three headless bodies, columns of blood sprayed wildly, propelled by the profound energy they had cultivated in life. The highest streams shot dozens of meters into the sky, drenching the eastern side of the Sea God Platform in a vast, horrifying rain of red.

Those who charged at the forefront were undoubtedly the Heavenly Might Sword Region's most elite figures. Every single one of them was a genuine Emperor! Yet, in that single instant, all twenty-three Emperors were decapitated. The entire process involved no earth-shattering energy collisions, no heaven-splitting destructive storms—only a single red mark etched into space.

"No... don't... don't go over there... don't go!"

Xuanyuan Wendao dared not take another half-step forward... and even if he wished to, he likely lacked the strength to move. The Sword Region's Young Master, who had always been majestic and feared nothing, now found his legs trembling like sieves, threatening to give way at any moment. His face, gripped by terror, was even paler than a legendary malevolent spirit.