Chapter 1170: Don't Ask

In just three breaths, a powerful Saint Seed fell, causing Lu Ye to reflect on the immense importance of choosing a good helper.

His clone had two helpers before, but they had to endure a tough battle to defeat their enemy. In contrast, Jian Guhong's situation was much simpler and more efficient.

The vast blood river suddenly retracted, and along with the golden blood that had erupted earlier, everything was absorbed back into Lu Ye's body.

Only a dismembered, incomplete corpse, lacking flesh and blood, fell from the sky.

Jian Guhong looked towards Lu Ye, unable to hide his astonishment. He had never imagined the battle would be so easy, even though Lu Ye had given him a heads-up beforehand.

Months ago, Lu Ye had helped him, Wuchang, Wei Fufeng, and others slay a female Saint Seed. That battle had been incredibly difficult; it took the combined efforts of several individuals a great deal of effort to force the female Saint Seed to self-detonate. This time, however, a single decisive blow left his opponent utterly defenseless.

If he hadn't personally experienced the opponent's power before Lu Ye appeared, he might have doubted whether he had truly killed a Saint Seed.

He vaguely discerned a crucial point, realizing that Lu Ye possessed a special method capable of suppressing Saint Seeds, severely weakening their strength.

If this was true, then the greatest hindrance they faced in today's battle would no longer pose any threat. Even with Jian Guhong's steadfast sword heart, he couldn't help but feel a surge of delight.

After a brief pause, both moved simultaneously, darting towards the nearest blood river and plunging into it in the blink of an eye.

It was unclear which elder was battling the Saint Seed here; the blood river's power was so overwhelming that the opponent's aura was completely imperceptible.

However, the sounds of conflict were quite loud.

Upon entering the blood river, Lu Ye did not immediately activate his blood arts. He needed to wait for Jian Guhong to get ready.

Within his sight, an unparalleled sword light suddenly unfurled. Even the dense crimson of the blood river could not block it. Streaks of sword light darted through the blood river like fish, converging in a specific direction.

Just a moment later, Jian Guhong's voice rang out: "Lu Ye, lad!"

Lu Ye had been waiting for this moment. Hearing the call, he unhesitatingly unleashed his own blood river.

The rest was simple. Suddenly subjected to immense suppression, this Saint Seed reacted identically to the previous one. Its blood river trembled, its mind was thrown into disarray, and its strength plummeted dramatically.

Seizing the opportune moment, Jian Guhong launched a spinning sword wheel formed from countless streaks of sword light. Another elder also unleashed a killing blow at the perfect time, not having been briefed beforehand, but truly adapting on the fly and grasping the combat opportunity with peak precision.

Moments later, the Saint Seed's aura dissipated, and the blood river receded, revealing three figures.

Only then did Lu Ye clearly see the elder's face: it was Wu Dezhao, a body cultivator.

The elder's eyes were wide, and his expression was one of utter disbelief: "What just happened?"

He couldn't grasp how such a powerful Saint Seed could have been so inexplicably killed by him and Jian Guhong together, seemingly without any chance to resist.

"Don't ask, just keep up!" Jian Guhong was too lazy to explain much to him. With a flicker of sword light, he darted into the distance.

Lu Ye followed closely behind.

Wu Dezhao's curiosity was unbearable. He was certain that old Jian Guhong had probably discovered some trick for quickly killing Saint Seeds. Naturally, he wanted to understand it immediately. He quickly propelled himself forward, shouting, "Hey, hey, what exactly is going on?"

Seeing Jian Guhong ignore him, he caught up to Lu Ye and slapped him on the shoulder with a palm like a cattail fan, nearly sending him tumbling into the Divine Abyss Sea. "Lad, tell me about it!"

Lu Ye could only give him a brief explanation. Wu Dezhao's eyes lit up as he listened. Had he not experienced it firsthand earlier, he might not have believed it; Saint Seeds were so powerful, how could they be suppressed so easily? But having experienced it, he naturally understood that Lu Ye's words were true.

He immediately knew that in this great battle, the so-called Saint Seeds of the Blood Race were likely in for a terrible time.

He couldn't help but sigh, "The Blood Race, this lineage, truly owes its success to its bloodline, and its downfall to it as well."

Due to their bloodline inheritance, their growth was much easier than that of humans, and they were naturally proficient in various blood arts—an incomparable advantage for the Human Race. Moreover, Saint Seed-level powerhouses possessed absolute dominance and control over ordinary Blood Race members. Yet, it was precisely this distinction in bloodline strength that introduced a fatal flaw into their entire race.

Under normal circumstances, this weakness would not be exploitable by others, as only Saint Seeds possessed saintliness.

But now, a figure had remarkably emerged on the Human Race side, capable of exploiting this very weakness.

If the Blood Race Saint Seeds don't fall, who will?

These elders had fought the Blood Race Saint Seeds for decades, yet apart from Saint Lord Feng Wujiang, who had experience slaying Saint Seeds, it seemed only Jian Guhong and a few others had recently achieved such a feat. No one else had.

Who wouldn't want to kill a Saint Seed? With such a heaven-sent opportunity, Wu Dezhao naturally didn't want to miss out, so he followed closely behind Lu Ye.

In an instant, the three figures plunged into another blood river.

A moment later, the blood river dispersed, and the three figures turned into four. Wu Dezhao, who was by Lu Ye's side, had a contented expression. This time, he had acted quickly, smashing the Saint Seed's head before anyone else could, adding a significant achievement to his record of slaying Blood Race Saint Seeds.

The team had grown larger, making it even easier and simpler to slay Saint Seeds.

Even without Lu Ye activating his saintliness to suppress the Saint Seeds, the mere presence of these top Human Race powerhouses rushing into the blood river was enough to disorient the Saint Seeds within. While Saint Seeds were indeed powerful, they couldn't contend with too many opponents simultaneously.

Furthermore, using this method to kill Saint Seeds didn't actually require many people. Lu Ye only needed Jian Guhong to coordinate the action.

Other top powerhouses who became available could fully join the main battlefield. Without Saint Seeds tying them down, each of them could unleash their full strength, inflicting massive casualties on the Blood Race army within regional ranges.

The other elders did precisely that, but only Wu Dezhao shamelessly remained by Lu Ye's side, ostensibly "protecting Lu Ye's safety."

In reality, he just wanted to kill a few more Saint Seeds to satisfy his craving for action. Naturally, Lu Ye couldn't very well refuse, and Jian Guhong was too lazy to scold him, so he let him be.

Furthermore, on the main battlefield, as more and more Saint Seeds were eliminated by them, the number of top Human Race powerhouses available to reinforce the front lines increased. One more or less, Wu Dezhao's absence wouldn't make much difference.

The situation on the main battlefield had completely stabilized. The top powerhouses who freed themselves to join played a crucial role, especially the several spell cultivators whose formidable spells inflicted massive losses on the Blood Race army with every cast.

It was foreseeable that, as the situation developed, the Human Race on the main battlefield would gradually gain the upper hand and then expand that advantage.

The trio of Lu Ye, Jian Guhong, and Wu Dezhao continued to rush between various sub-battlefields. Since Lu Ye's involvement, in just an hour, over a dozen Saint Seeds had been slain, accounting for almost half of the Saint Seeds in the Blood Race's formation.

The time spent in each battle was very short; most of the time was spent traveling.

There was still some distance between the various sub-battlefields, primarily due to the issue of Saint Seed saintliness. The saintliness of Saint Seeds varied in strength, so they couldn't be too close to avoid interfering with each other. To exert their full power, they had to maintain sufficient distance.

This provided the trio with a good opportunity to defeat them one by one. Because the distances were sufficient, when a Saint Seed fell, it was difficult for other Saint Seeds to detect it.

However, Lu Ye sensed that this favorable situation wouldn't last much longer. Saint Seeds weren't fools. With so many Saint Seeds falling one after another and the main battlefield's situation drastically changing, with numerous top powerhouses actively engaging, the remaining Saint Seeds would surely notice. At that point, a little vigilance would lead to insight.

They hadn't noticed yet because they hadn't realized the problem existed.

Amidst the great battle, the trio once again charged into a blood river, preparing to deal with the Saint Seed there as they had before.

Moments later, Jian Guhong had deployed properly, Wu Dezhao was poised to strike, and Lu Ye activated his blood river at the opportune moment.

However, the very next instant, he frowned.

Their luck had finally run out.

The saintliness of the Saint Seed here was far more potent than his own. When he unleashed his blood river, not only did he fail to suppress the opponent, but he was suppressed by them instead.

Lu Ye had considered this possibility before. Although he had refined the sacred blood of two Saint Seeds due to his talent tree, he wasn't naive enough to believe his saintliness was the strongest in the entire Blood Refinement World.

As the saying goes, "There's always a higher mountain, and always someone better." The Blood Refinement World had existed for so many years; there were bound to be Saint Seeds who were uniquely blessed and had refined more sacred blood.

In comparison, his saintliness was indeed very strong in the Blood Refinement World, as evidenced by the fall of previous Saint Seeds. However, compared to the one before them, there was still a considerable gap.

Of course, Lu Ye now had a large accumulation of sacred blood in his body, remnants from the deceased Saint Seeds. If he refined all of it, then the Saint Seeds of the Blood Refinement World would undoubtedly acknowledge only him as supreme.

He was trying his best to refine it, but the time was still short, making it difficult to achieve any breakthrough progress.

The trio's coordination was incredibly skilled. Sensing Lu Ye's predicament, Jian Guhong and Wu Dezhao simultaneously unleashed their killing moves.

To their astonishment, this time they failed to slay the Saint Seed. Although the sudden burst of attacks left the opponent somewhat discomfited, they were ultimately unharmed.

Thus, Jian Guhong and Wu Dezhao understood that they had encountered the formidable opponent Lu Ye had mentioned earlier.

Without hesitation, the two quickly flashed their figures and exited the blood river while the Saint Seed was momentarily stunned. Before leaving, Wu Dezhao didn't forget to casually bring Lu Ye along.

Since he had said he would protect Lu Ye's safety, he naturally had to put on a show.