I Can Use Myriad Divine Abilities

Screech~

A falcon burst out from the cabins of the battlecruiser, soaring straight into the sky in an instant.

A bamboo tube coated with red paint was tied to its claws, indicating the urgency of the message it carried.

However, as soon as the falcon ascended, a red-eyed crow suddenly swooped down from the sky.

Launching a swift and fierce diving attack.

With a flash of its cold-glinting talons, it precisely grasped the falcon’s neck in an instant.

Crack!

Before the falcon could resist, its neck was abruptly snapped.

In the next moment, the red-eyed crow soared high, clutching its prey.

Its ruby-like eyes were filled with pride.

The Level 5 red-eyed crow, though not as large as some raptors, had combat prowess far beyond that of the messenger falcon.

Not just one falcon, even ten or eight, couldn’t withstand the hunt of a red-eyed crow!

Below the red-eyed crow, on the battlecruiser of Elder Jingmin, Zhang Yuan had just decapitated an assassin.

A young Jingmin woman with a petite figure and a beautiful face; even as her head was flung high, her large eyes still bore expressions of pain and despair.

Zhang Yuan glanced over her and turned around to continue pursuing Elder Jingmin.

At this moment, the gray-robed elder staggered back to the stern of the battlecruiser, pressing his back against the guardrail.

He could retreat no further!

"Ah~"

Several Jingmin samurai, their eyes bloodshot, roared like beasts, flinging themselves at Zhang Yuan with no regard for their own lives.

Trying to buy their elder a chance of survival.

But these samurai, only at Tier Three in strength, couldn’t withstand the blade aura of the Taowu Saber.

Within breaths, they turned to bloody pieces that fell onto the deck.

Adding nothing but more crimson to the ship’s battlefield.

"Huha Map!"

Witnessing this scene, Elder Jingmin’s eyes widened, he glared fiercely at the approaching Zhang Yuan, suddenly raising the broken cane in his hand, muttering a brief spell through gritted teeth.

His voice filled with intense, almost tangible malice!

Zhang Yuan was about to strike him down, but suddenly all the hairs on his body stood up, sensing a massive threat.

Without a second thought, he flew backward swiftly, as fast as an arrow leaving the bowstring.

Bang!

Elder Jingmin’s body exploded violently, transforming into a dark red mist of blood shooting in all directions.

Zhang Yuan’s eyes narrowed, and he heavily stomped his right foot, leaping high by leveraging strength.

In that split second of danger, he infused himself with the extraordinary ability of the Golden Grasshopper.

Increasing agility by sixteen times.

Sss! Sss! Sss!

Numerous dark red drops of blood swiftly passed beneath Zhang Yuan.

Many Jingmin samurai on deck couldn’t dodge in time, being hit by the drops from the elder’s self-destruction, instantly riddling their faces and bodies with bloody holes.

So deep they revealed the bone!

Piercing screams and wailing erupted abruptly, overlapping in waves, like a symphony of a cursed soul in an earthly hell.

Yet those afflicted Jingmin samurai did not fall dead; instead, they writhed and struggled in agony, their bodies swelling visibly, tendons writhing beneath their skin.

They no longer looked human!

As Zhang Yuan landed back on the deck, the deranged Jingmin samurai rushed at him fanatically.

Like zombies infected by a virus.

Deprived of reason, they grew immensely strong, fearless of death!

Yet Zhang Yuan stood unafraid, on the deck wielding the Taowu Saber, sweeping a horizontal, straight cleave, slanting chop, smashing through waves of blood evil qi, slaughtering the oncoming Jingmin samurai one by one.

Heads flew, limbs danced erratically, painting the scene in layers of thick, indelible blood.

Moments later, the Jingmin battlecruiser returned to silence.

Zhang Yuan lifted his head, only to see drops of blood falling lightly from the sky.

However, before these drops could touch him, they were whisked away by an invisible qi force.

And the blood evil qi permeating the battlecruiser deck was greedily devoured by the Taowu Saber in his hand.

Like a glutton never satisfied!

This evil qi, condensed from the blood and life of over a hundred Jingmin samurai, was transformed into spirituality within the saber.

Replenishing the essence of this profound weapon!

The Taowu Saber resonated with a ringing sound, conveying infinite joy and delight to Zhang Yuan.

And an even stronger thirst for slaughter.

It wasn’t satisfied yet!

Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

Amidst chaotic footsteps, dozens of Jingmin samurai rushed onto the upper deck from the lower cabins.

The scene of hell on earth, with blood flowing everywhere, bodies strewn haphazardly, and heads rolling around, left these valiant Jingmin speechless.

Then they saw Zhang Yuan holding the Taowu Saber.

Zhang Yuan smiled slightly, the barbarian tattoo on his face bulging, baring fangs and claws in a grim snarl!

"Devil!"

The faces of the Jingmin samurai turned pale, some quaking in their boots, barely holding onto their weapons, others retreating involuntarily, their eyes filled with terror.

Though they were elite and fierce, faced with the overwhelming presence of Zhang Yuan, they were like dogs facing a tiger, their fighting spirit and courage utterly suppressed, not wetting themselves was a testament to their strong will.

"Don’t be afraid!"

A Jingmin samurai growled, "We have so many people, he might not kill us all!"

No sooner had the words fallen, than Zhang Yuan charged at them with his blade.

On the battlecruiser deck, a bloody storm rose again, the previous scene replaying once more.

But without their core combat strength, the remaining Jingmin were almost like lambs to the slaughter.

Zhang Yuan fought from the upper deck to the lower cabins, cleaning out every enemy hidden in the corners.

Not leaving a single one!

What a pity.

Standing in the lowest level of the battlecruiser, Zhang Yuan looked around with silent regret.

He had killed with such fervor that he didn’t leave a single intact body.

The value of transcendence was severely reduced, likely less than even a fifth of normal due to excessive destruction.

Now, Zhang Yuan’s demand for Source Material was not as great as before.

For up until now, the Source Material he amassed through battles had exceeded fifteen thousand points.

Not yet considering where to invest it, he had unprecedented reserves.

But it was this ruthless slaughter that nourished the Taowu Saber with blood evil qi.

The Taowu Saber may seem greedy, but its need for blood evil qi has a limit, and now it has finally reached the limit.

The internal spirituality of this profound weapon had fallen silent.

No longer active.

Yet Zhang Yuan could feel it was on the brink of metamorphosis, its brief slumber only meant for better sublimation.

Zhang Yuan closed his eyes and suddenly slashed the ship’s hull with his saber.

Crack!

As the sword aura flashed, a long fissure appeared in the ship’s bottom, and clear river water gushed in.

Casually, Zhang Yuan sheathed the Taowu Saber.

Retracing his path to the upper deck, he sent off the souls who perished by his blade along the way.

Until the battlecruiser slowly sank beneath the water.

Only then did Zhang Yuan sail away.