Chapter 975: Ancient Blood Marquis of Chaos

Through the gaping maw, a figure appeared!

Clad in a black cape that flapped wildly, he rode a skeletal warhorse, treading upon a blood-red moon!

In his hand, he held a black spear emanating world-destroying power.

He looked down at Jiang Fan from above.

Jiang Fan's sword had shattered the heavens, and the world-ending thunder tribulation swept past him on either side.

He also saw the anomaly in the sky!

It wasn't a physical entity, but a projection reflected from an unknown place!

He also saw a string of bloodied heads trailing behind the skeletal warhorse.

There were human heads, demon heads, and heads of many other races Jiang Fan couldn't name.

They all appeared young.

Each one preserved the pain or defiance they felt before death.

And every mouth held a faded yellow, ancient token!

It was, astonishingly, the Desolate Ancient Token!

This person was pursuing holders of the Desolate Ancient Token across realms!

The dark figure raised the black spear, looked down at Jiang Fan, and spoke in a detached, distant voice:

"You are the nineteenth!"

The black spear thrust down violently.

The vast tribulation clouds in the sky suddenly contracted, condensing into a dense, ink-like mass.

The blood-red tribulation lightning also condensed to its extreme at this moment!

A full two hundred bolts of blood lightning transformed into a towering, blood-red spear that pierced down towards Jiang Fan, who was as tiny as dust on the ground!

This strike occurred at the peak of the great tribulation's power.

Survive it, and the Boundless Blood Tribulation would end.

Fail, and he would turn to ashes.

Reverend Chen Jing, observing from afar, narrowed his pupils to pinpricks: "A strike from a Five-Aperture Nascent Soul cultivator!"

"How could a mere Core Formation junior withstand this?"

"This person is surely doomed!"

Jiang Fan also felt an overwhelming aura of death rush towards him.

Mountains and plains trembled under this strike.

As did he.

But he never accepted fate!

To kill him, a price would have to be paid!

His left hand circulated his cultivation technique, absorbing the blood lightning from the previously cleaved sky and re-transforming it into even stronger Void Stream Thunder Energy.

His right hand pointed towards the sky.

A terrifying battle sword, fifteen thousand zhang long and seemingly endless, soared against the spear-like blood lightning!

The spear sought to destroy the world, and the thunder sword sought to sever souls.

These two peerless weapons of destruction erupted in an earth-shattering collision above the northern lands of the demon race!

The materialized shockwave formed blood-red lightning patterns that swept across the surroundings.

Reverend Chen Jing's expression changed, and he quickly retreated, his face filled with shock:

"What kind of cultivation does this person practice?"

"Why is it so terrifying?"

Even Reverend Chen Jing wasn't sure if he could withstand this Indestructible Blade strike!

Amidst the fierce collision,

The descending blood lightning spear paused, its surface significantly dimmer, having been weakened by twenty percent by the Indestructible Blade.

However, this was still two hundred bolts of blood lightning; after a brief stalemate, the Indestructible Blade shattered on the spot.

The terrifying world-destroying blood spear surged down and fiercely stabbed into Jiang Fan's body.

In an instant,

The Ancient Snow Mountain beneath his feet finally couldn't bear it and collapsed with a rumble.

Jiang Fan also fell into the mountain range, lying amidst countless scattered rocks.

But he was not dead.

A golden Buddha floated before his chest, its golden Buddhist light firmly blocking the blood spear three feet away from Jiang Fan's chest.

The dark figure treading the moon grew furious.

The tribulation clouds were exhausted, yet this person had resisted until the very end!

"Die!"

The dark figure raised the spear in his hand and hurled it at Jiang Fan on the ground!

A destructive dark shadow, even more terrifying than the blood spear, emanating power that made all beings tremble, crossed the sky and pierced towards Jiang Fan.

The golden Buddhist light, after sustaining for a moment, shattered with a crash!

With no further obstruction, the blood spear instantly pierced through Jiang Fan's body.

At that moment,

His body exploded, revealing bloodied ribs, writhing internal organs, and fractured arm bones.

Boundless agony, like a tsunami, engulfed him.

His consciousness plunged into darkness instantly.

Reverend Chen Jing watched in stunned silence, a trace of regret on his face: "This is too unfair."

"This is not a tribulation; it's murder!"

"A cross-realm murder from an infinitely powerful being!"

"With his physique, he should have easily passed the tribulation."

On the other side,

The Pavilion Master of Heavenly Secrets, despair etched on his face, looked furiously at the moon-treading dark figure who had attacked: "Who are you?"

Jiang Fan could have succeeded in his tribulation!

He could have!!!

He worked so hard, had such grand ambitions, wanted to inherit the legacy of his predecessors, and fulfill the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's millennium-old aspiration.

Why was this done to him?

It was too unfair!

Slave Heart Demon Empress's tears streamed down; with this strike, Jiang Fan was utterly shattered.

"Master, if you die, for whom does Slave Heart's daoist name exist?"

Concubine Yunxia lowered her head, closing her eyes in pain.

She couldn't speak.

Great sorrow is silent, great grief is voiceless.

After finally escaping the Azure Sky Demon Emperor, she could at last be openly with Jiang Fan.

Yet, this was the ultimate outcome.

Xia Chaoge stared blankly, her eyes moist; the only person in this world who made her happy just by seeing him was gone forever.

Liuli cradled her belly, her face filled with bitterness; she had once fantasized about having a home with Jiang Fan.

But everything had just come to a sudden halt.

Lost Pearl Demon Empress staggered, her face slightly pale, her heart aching; recalling her moments with Jiang Fan in the East Sea, sorrow welled up, and tears streamed from her eyes.

Old Dream Demon Empress's tears flowed, her heart empty, as if she had suddenly lost someone very important.

Had some feelings ended before they even began?

Liu Qingxian stared blankly at the blood spear impaled deep into the earth.

As if all her strength had left her, she knelt on the ground, her eyes brimming with tears, and murmured in a daze:

"Xiao Fan... is dead?"

"No, it can't be."

She scrambled to her feet, disregarding the lingering tribulation clouds, and stumbled forward:

"Give me Xiao Fan back. We won't undergo this tribulation anymore."

"I'll take him back to Qingyun Sect. We'll be carefree junior disciples. We don't want anything, we don't want anything anymore!"

"Please, give me Xiao Fan back!"

Watching her figure, listening to her helpless cries,

The hearts of the crowd grew even heavier.

It was often said that the martial arts world was perilous, and life was impermanent.

Those who shared drinks today might be a lonely grave, a tombstone, tomorrow.

At this moment, the phrase "life is impermanent" was fully materialized.

Even someone like Jiang Fan could fall.

In the sky,

The dark figure, riding the skeletal warhorse and treading upon the blood-red moon, coldly watched Jiang Fan, who was pinned to the ground.

"You should not have taken the Desolate Ancient Token."

With a wave of his hand, the black spear coldly swept towards Jiang Fan's neck.

The head was his trophy.

And Jiang Fan was the nineteenth trophy!

Jiang Fan's consciousness sank into darkness.

This was the darkness of death, eternal slumber.

"Am I dead?"

Jiang Fan murmured in his heart, feeling the boundless darkness.

"Fine, let it end this way."

"I'm so tired."

"I should stop and rest..."

Just then,

A faint cry reached him.

"Brother!"

"Brother!!!"

"Brother!!!!"

The increasingly clear shouts resonated within his darkened consciousness.

It was Ling Shu's voice.