CHAPTER 359: CHAPTER 244 GOURD_2

The Small Knife couldn’t react; in that second, even those Inner Sect disciples merged with their Magical Treasure Flying Swords could only struggle in vain.

But this didn’t mean that no one could react.

An unassuming man dressed as an Outer Sect disciple reacted.

Within that second, he patted the gourd at his waist.

The gourd emitted light, and countless sword shadows emerged from it.

As if crossing time and space, a sword shadow mark appeared on the Small Knife’s forehead.

Drip: You have been marked by a Sword Seal.

Tip, Magic Treasure Level.

Immediately, the world turned upside down, and the surroundings changed dramatically.

Tall stone walls appeared one after another; the Small Knife was already in a maze, surrounded by labyrinthine passages.

The feeling of being locked on remained, and more importantly, the Small Knife felt himself slowly weakening.

Although the weakening was subtle, a check showed that his Experience was starting to decrease bit by bit.

As the Master of the World, his Domain was compressed to only one percent of its original size.

Drip: Your Power is being slowly absorbed by the maze; it’s estimated that in seven days, your Level will drop by 1.

Drip: Under the protection of the Master of the World’s status, the rate at which your power is being absorbed is reduced tenfold.

The Small Knife’s face changed, and he extended his hand; his Top-grade Magical Flying Sword flew out, piercing into the earthen wall in front of him with a swoosh.

A large hole appeared, but beyond it, there was still an earthen wall.

The large hole quickly healed itself.

The Small Knife’s face grew even more grim; although he could still break through this hardness, he couldn’t discern a direction ahead.

Moreover, with that single strike, at least thirty percent of his power was bizarrely absorbed here, permanently so.

If he used his full strength to attack like this, his Level would quickly drop.

Just as the Small Knife was pondering how to escape, a noise suddenly came, the ground heaved up, and one after another beast formed from earth appeared.

Goodness, they were all Level 300, the apex of this world.

The Small Knife instinctively looked back; it was the same not just in front but behind as well, with earth walls blocking the sides.

He looked up at the sky.

Inexplicably, he felt certain that flying here would be a big problem.

His identity as the Master of the World was exposed; this grand scheme was clearly aimed at him, and it was probably just the beginning.

Not only the Small Knife, but all of his allies were scattered, seeing nothing but maze all around.

Especially those five Elite Inner Sect disciples, who had annihilated over ten thousand enemies using the Five Elements Ten Thousand Swords Formulas and had not recovered, were extremely weak.

They too appeared alone in the maze, the disciples protecting them disappeared.

One of the disciples, also the one who made the move just now, had the gourd already in his hand.

He looked around gravely, observing the monsters condensing from the earth.

He extended his hand, and a treasure resembling a compass appeared, as he quickly formed a seal.

But his face grew increasingly grim, finally letting out a sigh after a few seconds.

This is dangerous.

This thing is blessed by the entire world; despite having countless Secret Techniques, his Cultivation only reached the Foundation Establishment, and he couldn’t defy the heavens.

Wiping across his robe, the Outer Sect disciple emblem vanished, revealing that he was actually a Core Disciple.

This was his true identity.

Being merely at the Peak of Foundation Establishment, yet being a Core Disciple within the Five Elements Sword Control Sect, spoke of his astounding aptitude and talent.

This time, if successful, achieving the Great Success of obtaining a Little World would be enough to make him a True Disciple, with hope of becoming the top level in the Five Elements Sword Control Sect in the future.

But now, this is the price to pay.

"Too bad I couldn’t bring any Daoist Soldiers." He sighed, opened his mouth, and spat a mouthful of Essence Blood onto the gourd in his hand.

Without the aid of Daoist Soldiers, this magical treasure couldn’t be fully activated under normal circumstances.

Now was not the time for hesitation; Sword Cultivators would rather break than bend.

This wasn’t just one or two drops of Essence Blood, but an entire mouthful.

After spitting it out, his face turned pale, and his once black hair tinged with white.

The result was the gourd in his hand emanating light, and an invisible mark on its surface lit up.

At the same time, the sword-shaped virtual shadows on the foreheads of many disciples in the maze also lit up, transmitting an attraction.

Including the Small Knife.

Momentarily stunned while staring at the oncoming earth beasts, the Small Knife thought, so soon?

Yet he unhesitatingly injected his Spiritual Qi into the sword-shaped virtual shadow on his forehead.

Immediately, the sword-shaped virtual shadow spread quickly, extending over the Small Knife’s entire body.

The Small Knife seemed to transform into a sword-shaped virtual shadow, ignoring the maze’s layers of obstruction, penetrating through, and racing off in a certain direction at supersonic speed.

The Small Knife unhesitatingly injected his spiritual energy into the sword-shaped virtual shadow on his forehead, feeling the energy consumption as it passed through the earthen walls.

The Spiritual Qi in his body rapidly depleted, but a trickle of Spiritual Qi appeared within him, transforming.

However, it still wasn’t enough.

A drop of Essence Blood in the Small Knife’s body dissipated, transforming into energy and being injected into the virtual shadow, boosting the speed tenfold.

Almost depleted, he immediately offered a second drop.

However, this only lasted for a few seconds.

Without sparing the expense, because he knew his identity as the Master of the World was exposed, anything could happen within this time.

Whoosh, whoosh!

The sword-shaped virtual shadow vanished, and the Small Knife appeared beside that disciple clutching the gourd.

The shadow on him disappeared.

This surprised the disciple, as the first to arrive was actually him?

At that moment, other sword shadows also came swiftly from afar, appearing beside them, revealing the disciples within.

Oh no!

At the moment the sword shadow enveloped the Small Knife, the expression of the Master of the Goblin World changed.

He had been watching triumphantly, not expecting such a change to occur in a matter of seconds.

"Such skill, no wonder you dared to enter my world." The Master of the Goblin World looked grim, even the maze containing part of the world couldn’t hold them off.

With this, it seemed possible they couldn’t be stopped.

His mind flashed with the benefits of killing the Master of the Otherworld, and the consequences if he continued the destruction.

Gritting his teeth painfully, he quickly took out a box.

Opening the box revealed a bottle, specially sealed with runes.

The Master of the Goblin World took a few seconds to unseal it, then poured out a drop of dark-colored blood threaded with gold.

The blood displayed anomalies, twisting as if it had life.

But the Master of the Goblin World was prepared, smacking down with his palm.

Though it seemed easy, he used the entire world’s power.

Even the Master of the World could only do this here, at the world’s core.

This was also why it could be done so effortlessly.

At that moment, with a swipe, blood from the bottle was sprinkled onto the shrinking maze’s virtual shadow in front of him, which directly seeped into it.

"Pity the Daoist Soldiers couldn’t be brought in." He sighed and opened his mouth, spraying a mouthful of Essence Blood onto the gourd in his hand.

Without Daoist Soldier assistance, this magical treasure couldn’t be fully activated under normal circumstances.

This time, there was no time to hesitate; a Sword Cultivator would naturally break rather than bend.

This was not one drop, two drops of Essence Blood, but a whole mouthful of it.

After spraying, not only did his face turn pale, but his once jet-black hair also became streaked with white.

The outcome was that the gourd in his hand emitted light, and an invisible seal on its surface lit up.

At the same time, the sword-shaped shadows on the foreheads of many disciples in the maze also lit up, transmitting an attraction.

Including the Small Knife.

Staring blankly at the approaching Earth Beasts, the Small Knife was startled; so soon?

Yet, without any hesitation, he injected his Spiritual Qi into the sword-shaped virtual shadow that lit up on his forehead.

Instantly, the sword-shaped virtual shadow rapidly spread, covering the entire body of the Small Knife.

The Small Knife seemed to transform into a sword-shaped virtual shadow, ignoring the layered obstructions of the maze, pierced through, and sped off in a certain direction at supersonic speed.

The Small Knife eagerly channeled his spiritual energy into the glowing sword-shaped shadow on his forehead, and he could feel it spreading across his body.

His body seemed to be turning into a sword-shaped virtual shadow, bypassing all the maze’s barriers, and heading swiftly in a specific direction.

His Spiritual Qi was injected into the sword-shaped virtual shadow without hesitation, and he could feel it spreading through his entire being.

But it wasn’t enough.

A drop of Essence Blood within the Small Knife dissipated.

After a few seconds, he offered another drop.

However, this only lasted a few seconds.

He spared no expense because he knew his identity as the Master of the World was exposed, and this grand scheme was obviously targeted at him, and it might just be the beginning.

Swish, the shadow disappeared, and the Small Knife suddenly appeared next to the disciple holding the gourd.

The shadow on his body vanished.

This surprised that disciple; other sword shadows were swiftly approaching from afar, revealing the disciples within them as they appeared by his side.

No good!

At the moment the sword shadow enveloped the Small Knife, the face of the Master of the Otherworld turned grim.

He was relishing everything he was witnessing, not knowing such a change could occur within seconds.

"Such skill, it seems you might really be unstoppable in overcoming this." The expression of the Master of the Goblin World was pained; even the world added power to this thing, despite having countless secret techniques, but his cultivation was only at the peak of Foundation Establishment, he simply couldn’t defy heaven.

He opened a box to reveal a bottle, which was sealed with special engravings.

He unsealed it, and inside was a writhing drop of blood, almost as if it were alive.

Pity the Evil Dragon Blood had to be wasted now.

This was a drop of Rock Dragon Essence Blood he had purchased at a high price from the World Forum.

Sighing slightly, he splattered a drop into the shriveled maze’s virtual shadow before him, which directly seeped in.

Into a time and space alike, the Small Knife had a sword-shaped shadow mark appear on his brow.

Drip: You’ve been marked by a Sword Seal.

Tip, Magic Treasure Level.

The Small Knife reflexively looked back, and it wasn’t just the front; the retreat was the same, with both sides blocked by the earthen walls.

Looking up to the sky.

With an inexplicable feeling, he knew he absolutely couldn’t fly up there, or else there would be huge trouble.

His identity as the Master of the World was exposed; this grand scheme was clearly targeted at him, and it was probably just the beginning.

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