Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System-Chapter 138 : Forging the Body with the Blood of Enemies

As the heads of several experts fell, their spiritual energy rushed into Wen Ran's body like molten lava searing his veins. His meridians strained under the pressure, yet they greedily welcomed the foreign power, absorbing it with an insatiable hunger. The pain was agonizing—each wave of energy felt like a scorching flame coursing through his body—but Wen Ran's resolve held firm.

I can feel my dantian filling with power... This should help stabilize the energy pulsing from my soul… Wen Ran's thoughts churned with confusion and intrigue. I hadn't expected to still possess some of my energy from my past life… The soul… It works in mysterious and inexplicable ways… What other secrets might still be buried inside me?

He could feel the rivers of spiritual energy within him expanding rapidly. His eight meridians swelled to their limit, and from their furious flow, the ninth river began to take shape. He was close—so close—to breaking through to the next circle.

"Give me… more…" Wen Ran's voice rasped like a dying beast, low and guttural. He didn't yet realize how much the Demon Sovereign's Scripture had corrupted his mind. His bloodlust had spiraled beyond reason, driving him to madness. His mind no longer registered the faces of his enemies—all he could see were prey waiting to be slaughtered, their flesh and energy nothing more than fuel for his growing power.

But these weren't mere mortals—they were respected experts in their own right. Not a single one was willing to present their neck on a golden plate to the demon standing before them.

One after another, weapons rose into the air, blades flashing cold in the sunlight. The remaining cultivators stood firm, knowing that surrender meant certain death. Fortunately for Wen Ran, only those beneath the Spirit Sea stage remained in the square—the truly powerful experts had left to face a far more dangerous opponent.

In the sky above, the battle between the Nascent Soul cultivators raged like a heavenly inferno. Xiao Lingyun—Wen Ran's master—had thrown himself into the fray with reckless abandon, his burning cauldron illuminating the heavens in a violent blaze. The sky itself seemed to bleed crimson as flames consumed the clouds, their glow casting an ominous hue over the entire sect.

The sheer power Xiao Lingyun unleashed shook the earth to its core, the air itself trembling under his ferocity. Even Mo Tianhong, the sect master of the Violet Lotus Foundry, was taken aback by the devastating energy surging from his opponent. Xiao Lingyun was supposed to be weaker—his cultivation base was lower, his strength inferior—yet that infernal cauldron seemed to warp reality itself. It ignited the very air, setting the world aflame with its presence.

Not even Mo Tianhong dared to face him alone. With cold calculation, he had no choice but to swallow his pride and summon support from his juniors at the Nascent Soul stage, knowing that even their combined strength might barely be enough to suppress the raging beast in the sky.

The other beast on the ground—Wen Ran—moved like a seasoned warrior, each step calculated yet filled with a domineering presence that suffocated those around him. His crimson sword danced in his grip like a reaper's scythe, cutting down anyone foolish enough to stand in his path.

One step—one swing—one head.

The blade flashed, and the blood of his enemies painted the air. Yet this was no ordinary blood—it twisted and coiled like living serpents, slithering through the air with an unnatural grace. With a flick of Wen Ran's wrist, the blood hardened, transforming into crimson blades that streaked through the air with deadly precision.

The first wave of attackers barely had time to scream before their bodies were reduced to lifeless husks, their spiritual energy drained from their flesh before they even hit the ground.

"Don't hold back!" a man shouted from behind the group. "He's just one person—he can't hold out forever!"

Four cultivators charged Wen Ran together—each one clad in flowing violet robes with the violet lotus embroidered on their chests. Their blades glistened with spiritual energy, cutting the air with sharp whines. These weren't the weaklings Wen Ran had slaughtered earlier—each one stood firmly in the Spirit Core stage.

One of them, a woman wielding a whip of molten steel, lashed out fiercely. The weapon hissed as it tore through the air, striking toward Wen Ran's chest like a viper.

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Too slow…

Wen Ran twisted his body, slipping past the whip's deadly tip. His crimson sword snapped out in retaliation—a blazing arc of blood and steel. The woman barely had time to react as her arm was severed at the shoulder, her shriek echoing through the battlefield.

A second attacker lunged, wielding a spear with a glowing crimson tip. The weapon burned with explosive energy, clearly enhanced by a high-grade formation. The spear shot toward Wen Ran's ribs with devastating force.

Wen Ran sidestepped, grabbing the shaft of the spear in one hand. The attacker's eyes widened in shock, but before he could react, Wen Ran yanked the weapon forward, pulling the man off balance. His crimson sword flashed once more—this time severing the man's leg at the knee. Blood sprayed across the ground as the man collapsed, screaming in agony.

"You'll pay for this!" roared the third attacker—a bald man wielding a golden staff with intricate runes carved across its surface. His staff erupted in light, sending a massive wave of spiritual pressure surging toward Wen Ran.

The power struck like a hammer, causing Wen Ran's body to buckle slightly. His bones groaned under the force, yet his crimson eyes glinted with defiance.

Pathetic…

Wen Ran exhaled slowly, and the crimson energy that wrapped his body surged outward. His sword flashed in a blur, and the golden staff shattered like glass. Before the man could retreat, Wen Ran's blade was already at his throat. The faint trace of shock in his eyes froze there forever.

Another corpse hit the floor… Marking Wen Ran as number one enemy of the Violet Lotus Foundry…