novelraw Chapter 681: Rebirth Through Death, Into a Demon!
Chapter 681: Rebirth Through Death, Into a Demon!
"Hurry up!"
Other warnings from the 26 ancient kings reached the ears of the Sixteenth King, but it was too late.
Ning Fan’s robes shattered, his skin gradually transformed into a radiant blood light, his muscles and blood all became blood light, and the sword was enveloped in an extremely terrifying blood-colored sword light.
He seemed to turn into a blood man—no, a blood demon!
His body burned with boiling blood, sprouted blood horns on his head, and grew eight blood wings on his back.
He appeared to have lost his sanity, never knowing before that using the Dismantling Technique would lead his mind to be devoured by demonic thoughts.
His consciousness alternated between blurred and clear, and under the starlight of the heavens, his physical form barely maintained an indestructible state, but only just.
The sword in his hand suddenly vanished, merging into Ning Fan’s body!
At this instant, the Sixteenth King felt an imminent deadly crisis, desperately fleeing, while the blood demon that Ning Fan transformed into revealed a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.
Hiss!
The blood demon transformed into a blood-colored sword light, matching the speed of a Fate Immortal, instantly catching up with the Sixteenth King.
His hands were entwined with blood-colored sword light, temporarily combining with the Emperor Xia’s Sword!
With both hands tearing, he violently ripped the Sixteenth King into two halves, the cut as smooth as a mirror, as if sliced by a sharp sword!
Ning Fan extended his hand, forcibly capturing the Spirit of the Sixteenth King, and swallowed it with a single mouthful, his face more sinister!
"Ah!"
The scream of the Sixteenth King spread throughout all thirty-three heavens in an instant!
All four thousand Burial Immortal Clan members fought intensely, and the Nine Ancestors and Eighteen Kings felt a chill rise from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.
In one strike, he killed a rogue immortal!
Such a resplendent rogue immortal power belonging to the Sixteenth King, was exterminated by Ning Fan in one blow!
That was an ancient king!
"This child destroyed his physical body just to display such an overwhelmingly powerful attack. This type of divine skill, if he uses it a second time, he will undoubtedly fall; we need not fear him. Let’s strike together and kill this child!"
Once the six ancestors finished their words, the remaining 26 ancient kings all charged towards Ning Fan!
They couldn’t give Ning Fan time to dying casting the second sword, otherwise, another ancient king would fall!
The cost was too great!
The blood light surrounding Ning Fan gradually faded, one Dismantling Technique was only enough to kill a single rogue immortal,
He truly felt that after using Dismantling Technique, a seed of demonic thoughts deeply rooted in his spirit sense, difficult to eradicate.
The so-called Sword God’s legacy, if cultivated to the extreme, would naturally cause one to fall into becoming a demon...
But this demon was a bloodthirsty cold-blooded demon, entirely different from Ning Fan’s evil cultivators.
This demon’s thoughts remained in his mind, causing great harm to Ning Fan, inevitably affecting his path to immortality.
Generally, people who used Dismantling Technique twice would have died long ago, who would care about these demonic thoughts.
But Ning Fan was different, he had the black star’s self-recovery, even if he used Dismantling Technique, his injuries rapidly healed, his physical body heavily injured, yet never destroyed.
However, the demonic thoughts were still deeply rooted.
Each time he used Dismantling Technique, the demonic thoughts increased.
When it exceeded Ning Fan’s tolerance, he would be consumed by the demonic thoughts, becoming another demon who recognizes no kin.
But Ning Fan had no choice, he couldn’t match so many ancient kings; the only thing he could rely on was this technique.
"Foolish brother..." Inside the Xuan Yin Treasure, Luo You sighed and closed her eyes.
Now, she could not provide any help to Ning Fan in this situation.
"Dismantle..."
An icy voice echoed as Ning Fan once again transformed into a blood demon.
At the moment he cast Dismantling Technique, all 26 ancient kings hesitated in their escape light, none dared to rush first, to withstand Ning Fan’s dismantled sword light.
"Hehe, who dares to die..." The blood demon laughed sinisterly, as a flash of sword light, he appeared before the Great Ancestor.
The Great Ancestor broke out in a cold sweat, raised his hand to unleash a golden ring, striking towards the blood demon’s Heavenly Spirit.
The blood demon laughed more eerily, with a grasp of his five fingers, the ring treasure shattered into countless pieces.
With the other hand tearing, he forcefully ripped off one arm of the Great Ancestor, swallowing it in one gulp.
"Ah!" The Great Ancestor screamed, and in the next instant, another arm was torn off and devoured by the blood demon.
Bit by bit torn apart, bit by bit eaten, not a single ancient king dared rescue the Great Ancestor, they watched as he was devoured mouth by mouth by the blood demon!
They dared not approach!
They knew that before the Great Ancestor’s demise, the blood demon’s power wouldn’t vanish; whoever approached would die!
"If this old man guessed correctly, the technique this child used, destroys his physical body the first time, destroys his Spirit the second time...after two times, he will inevitably die, saving us from the trouble of killing him. Pity, the Great Ancestor and Sixteenth King died so tragically..."
"Forget it, let’s go capture those two women and aid Ancestor revival..."
Just as the remaining 25 ancient kings finished their words, they showed a look of extreme astonishment!
Ning Fan, who had successively deployed the Dismantling Technique twice, was still alive!
He was still in the blood demon form, deploying Dismantling Technique for the third time!
The demonic thoughts, deeper!
Ning Fan’s consciousness was even murkier, only a single obsession held on tightly, vowing to protect Mu Weiliang unharmed.
His body gradually started disobeying, gritting his teeth, he transformed into a blood demon, forcibly rushing towards the center of the ancient kings.
All the ancient kings’ complexions drastically changed, using the blood demon as the circle’s center, they simultaneously retreated, each unleashing their life treasures, striking at the blood demon.
The blood demon laughed coldly and sinisterly, raised his finger randomly pointing, each Immortal Void peaks of magical treasure turned into dust.
Then, he embodied a sword light, charging towards one ancient king, pierced that king’s Dantian, easily crushing his Spirit.
"Eighteenth King!" Three ancient kings roared in anger, momentarily forgetting their fear of the blood demon, charged towards the blood demon.
Blood demon’s eyes flickered with crazed demonic thoughts, he now had only one thought, that was to kill all enemies present!
Dismantle! Dismantle! Dismantle!
Demonic thoughts grew deeper!
Blood demon directly confronted the attacks of three ancient kings, injuries healed instantly under Demon Starfall!
He laughed coldly, pointing thrice, three ancient kings were immediately cut into countless pieces of flesh by blood light!
"Who’s next!" The blood demon licked his lips, a trace of fresh blood from devouring the Great Ancestor still at the corner of his mouth.
In just ten breaths, six ancient kings had perished here!
The remaining 21 ancient kings all felt fear.
Even facing three to forty rogue immortals, though they could not win, they would not fear.
But the blood demon Ning Fan transformed into was too terrifying; this was not human, but a demon!
The so-called demon masters, that Demon Child, for the most part, still refers to the Evil Dao.
Even the Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor, that demon, still refers to Evil Dao techniques.
Demonic cultivators can still be kind-hearted, and even some Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor may show compassion.
However, the Blood Demon before us, his demon nature is unrelated to techniques, it stems from the deep-seated dark thoughts within him!
Cruel, cold-blooded, ruthless, despicable, deceitful, evil...
This demon is a madman, killing any enemy in his path for his obsessions, by any means necessary!
Yet, this demon’s power is terrifyingly strong, so strong that even typical Life Immortals might hesitate to face such a fearless Blood Demon head-on and opt for temporary avoidance.
Who else could instantly kill six rogue immortals but a Life Immortal!
At this moment, Ning Fan, who is recklessly using the Dismantling Technique, is no different from a Life Immortal!
"Retreat! Let’s retreat for now! This demon is not one we can face head-on. We must give up on reviving the Ancestor... If we die, the Ancestor truly won’t have another chance at resurrection!"
"Burial Immortal Clan members, hear the order; all cultivators below the Shattered Sixth Realm, stay here and hold off the demon! Buy us time to escape!"
The second Ancestor commanded, turned around, and left without another word, no longer daring to capture Bright Sparrow or Mu Weiliang.
The other Ancestor Kings also gritted their teeth, suppressed their panic, and fled. To remain would mean certain death.
Every cultivator above the Shattered Sixth was equally terrified, knowing that if even the Ancestor Kings fell effortlessly to the Blood Demon, fleeing was their only chance.
More than forty thousand cultivators below the Fifth break were left by the Ancestor Kings to cover the retreat.
They knew well they stood no chance of surviving the Blood Demon, and their only course was to fight to the death for the sake of their clan’s survival.
"Kekekeke, can you escape? Dismantle! Dismantle! Dismantle!"
The Blood Demon sneered, his whole body suddenly dispersing into countless blood-red sword beams, sweeping across the sky in an instant.
He walked step by step behind the forty thousand, and behind him, all the powerful cultivators of the Burial Immortal Clan perished into a mist of blood!
"Wha, what! 280 Void Fragmentation, 40,000 Void Refinement, couldn’t stop this demon one bit! Damn it, apart from us Ancestor Kings, everyone stays behind to preserve the Burial Immortal Clan’s bloodline!"
"... Yes!"
With the Ancestor King’s command, 45 Shattered Sixth and Seventh-level cultivators confronted the Blood Demon.
The 21 Ancestor Kings fled for their lives.
"Just trash... Dismantle!"
Tch!
The Blood Demon sneered, shattered into countless blood lights, disappearing without a trace.
In the next instant, he appeared behind the 45 strong cultivators.
The expressions of all 45 Fifth and Shattered Seventh old monsters were frozen on their faces.
The next moment, all their heads flew high, blood splattering into the sky. The blood sword Qi invaded their bodies, shredding their Spirit instantly!
The Blood Demon didn’t even glance at the scattered corpses, Dao Fruits, or storage pouches.
He only stared at the 21 Ancestor Kings fleeing for their lives, licking his lips with a bloodthirsty expression.
He stomped hard, shattered all the spoils of war beneath his foot!
His pleasure was in destruction!
To him, killing was the most joyous act.
Having dismantled so many times, Ning Fan’s spirit sense was deeply corroded by dark thoughts, and his spiritual purity was lost.
Riding on 8,800 black stars, the Blood Demon caught up to the Seventeenth King in an instant, transforming into a massive five-thousand-zhang figure, swallowing the Seventeenth King whole.
Once the Seventeenth King was devoured, he was immediately shredded by blood beams, dying with a scream!
This is the power of the Dismantling Technique!
This is the reason behind the fearsome reputation of the Western Heaven Dismantlement Sect!
To trade death for death, only a madman would use this technique; the Dismantlement Sect is a gathering place for madmen!
While the Dismantlement Sect’s disciples use the Dismantling Sword Technique for great battles, for the sect, for a sense of righteousness.
The Blood Demon is different.
Initially, Ning Fan used the Dismantling Technique to protect Mu Weiliang; now he has degenerated into a Blood Demon, harboring only slaughter, recognizing no kin!
"Seventeenth King!"
The Ninth King gnashes his teeth at the Blood Demon, intending to bravely stand and block the demon, but in the next moment, he was torn to pieces.
The Eighth Ancestor trembled all over when pursued by the Blood Demon, wanting to beg for mercy, but the Blood Demon ignored his pleas, not even bothered to make him a slave.
The Blood Demon only craves slaughter!
In an instant, the Eighth Ancestor was ripped to shreds!
The Fifth Ancestor was swallowed in one gulp, the Fourth King was chewed to pieces, and the Eleventh King was crushed to pulp underfoot.
One by one, the mighty commanding Ancestor Kings fell, leaving only the Thirteenth King...
The Thirteenth King dared not flee anymore; gritting his teeth, he charged at the Blood Demon, self-destructing his physical body, attempting mutual destruction with the Blood Demon.
His death did inflict some damage on the Blood Demon.
Ning Fan’s blood aura scattered slightly, reverting from the Blood Demon state, kneeling halfway on the ground, wounds covering his body.
No time for healing, despite how strong the Demon Starfall, there was no time to heal.
The Dismantling Technique had been used too many times...
And he alone slaughtered the entire Burial Immortal Clan!
The cost was his spiritual purity thoroughly tainted, eroded by dark thoughts...
Ning Fan forced himself to stand, only to find his limbs barely responding.
He retained a sliver of reason only because the last Ancestor King injured his dark thoughts.
But when his injuries heal, he will once again succumb to madness, losing all sanity, even without using the Dismantling Technique...
The price, the price...
In this world, which act doesn’t come with a price.
"I must return soon, take away Weiliang, and find a way to temporarily suppress the dark thoughts... before I completely lose my mind."
Ning Fan gritted his teeth, ignoring the scattered storage pouches, mounted the Ancient Golden Sword, and sped away.
He dispelled the 8,800 black stars overhead, but the Demon Starfall within his body continued to naturally heal him.
His injuries were gradually recovering.
The dark thoughts previously somewhat dispelled were also recovering.
His eyes were blood-red, slowly losing his sanity, yet he gritted his teeth persevering.
Upon returning under the Undying Tree, he exhaled coldly, with a sinister smile on his lips.
He was once again invaded by dark thoughts!
Slaughtered 27 rogue immortals alone, his Evil Qi was terrifying beyond measure, even Life Immortals would dread it.
When Lux Xiu and the others saw Ning Fan return, and observed the menacing aura around him, they realized he must have slaughtered the Nine Ancestors and the Eighteen Kings, and were utterly shocked.
Especially Ning Fan at this moment gave them an extremely unfamiliar feeling. That grim smile was too bloodthirsty, making one shudder involuntarily.
Although Mu Weiliang was completely resurrected, she had not yet awakened.
The Undying Tree had completely withered, its vitality drained.
"Master, you’re back! I thought you were dead, I was so scared!"
Seeing Ning Fan return safely, the rogue devil was so overjoyed that tears welled up.
Don’t misunderstand, he only worried Ning Fan might die because he had been marked with a Restrictive Spell by Ning Fan.
Ning Fan was the master; if the master died, the servant would surely follow... He feared getting dragged into death by Ning Fan.
"Rogue... devil..." Ning Fan’s eyes flashed with a blood-red light, and he coldly looked at the rogue devil, pointing a finger downwards; it was another Dismantling Technique.
In an instant, he transformed into the form of the Blood Pricking Devil Marks, a single point of Sword Qi was enough to instantly kill the rogue devil.
Seeing this, the rogue devil was nearly scared to death, unable to withstand that Sword Qi, death was certain!
At the critical moment, a struggle suddenly flashed across Ning Fan’s eyes, and with a sudden wave of his hand, he diverted the blood-red Sword Qi, avoiding the rogue devil.
The power of one sword instantly leveled thousands of miles of land, blood light soaring into the sky.
"Cookie Brother’s situation isn’t right! Cookie Brother, look at me, it’s Bright Sparrow! Don’t you recognize me?"
Bright Sparrow showed an anxious expression. This moment’s Ning Fan made her feel incredibly unfamiliar.
At the sight of Bright Sparrow, the Blood Demon licked his lips, even wanting to devour this demoness in one bite.
The next moment, beyond control, the Blood Demon suddenly pounded his own chest, a point of Sword Qi burrowed a blood-red hole into his chest.
Slightly scattered the demonic thoughts...
Ning Fan reverted from the Blood Magic form, his eyes clear once more.
He couldn’t bear to harm Bright Sparrow...
Now the demonic thoughts were deeply rooted in his heart, only heavily wounding himself could slightly disperse the demonic thoughts, temporarily restoring some sanity.
"Is this the price you pay for using the Dismantling Sword Technique... Is it worth it..." Wuxie bit her lip.
If her true form were here, she might have a way to help Ning Fan suppress the demon thoughts slightly.
But her body double was unable to help Ning Fan in the least.
"Is it worth it..." Ning Fan bitterly smiled, he could still smile.
Step by step, he walked toward the green jade coffin, looking at Mu Weiliang inside the coffin, his heart slightly relaxed.
He had promised that he wouldn’t let her die again.
Now, had he barely fulfilled that promise...
"Little Butterfly... Little Butterfly..."
Seeming to feel Ning Fan approaching, Mu Weiliang lightly opened her eyes, looking at Ning Fan with a pure gaze, filled with confusion, incomprehension, and joy.
"You’re the Little Butterfly... Who am I..."
All her fragmented memories had been given to Ning Fan, allowing him to see the scene of the Heavenly Court’s fall.
Now she remembered nothing, the only memory that remained was of Ning Fan.
Only of that butterfly... Even if she forgot everything, she wouldn’t forget that butterfly.
She remembered that she waited for the Little Butterfly for a very long time, and now, finally, the wait was over...
"You are Mu Weiliang."
"Mu... Wei... Liang..."
She gently supported herself, sitting up from the green jade coffin, and Ning Fan promptly held her and lifted her out of the coffin.
From this day forward, the green jade coffin would no longer be needed.
But something surprising to Ning Fan immediately appeared.
As Mu Weiliang left the coffin, she took light steps, and with her first step, her stature gradually became smaller, and her appearance turned youthful.
The 16-year-old visage instantly transformed into that of a 12-year-old.
With this step, her appearance and figure changed again, becoming that of a 9-year-old.
Another step, and she became 6 years old.
At 6 years old, Mu Weiliang, in a child’s appearance, timidly held Ning Fan’s hand.
She remembered this was her Little Butterfly, and she didn’t want to let go.
"Little Butterfly, why have I become shorter?" She tilted her head, expressing bewilderment.
Ning Fan furrowed his brow, looking at Wuxie, equally puzzled.
"Her newly reconstructed soul is yet to mature, very weak still, and her body aligns with the soul, turning into a child’s form... Only by consuming ’Immortal Soul Grass’, can her soul be nourished to grow again..."
"Immortal Soul Grass? Can you get some?" Ning Fan asked with a frown.
"No... This herb only exists in the Eastern Heaven Immortal World, within the Eastern Heaven lies an Immortal Soul Star, where a clan known as the Soul Clan once cultivated the herb... But the Soul Clan is extinct, it’s unknown if the herb can still be found..." Wuxie sighed.
"Little Butterfly? Can I not grow up?" Mu Weiliang showed a distressed expression.
With the reconstruction of her new soul, her mental age seemed to have become smaller too, utterly one juvenile version of Mu Weiliang.
"No, you will grow up, trust me, Immortal Soul Grass huh..."
Ning Fan waved his sleeve, storing the green jade coffin into his storage pouch. Looking at the spoils near the Undying Tree, he contemplated for a moment before collecting them all.
"Your demonic thoughts are very troublesome... If you are willing, I can secretly grant you a place for ascension and take you to the Western Heaven to suppress the demonic thoughts..." Wuxie’s tone was cold, yet Ning Fan detected a trace of concern.
"No way..."
Ning Fan shook his head with a bitter smile, Wuxie was the Saintess of the Western Heaven, and openly granting Ning Fan an ascension slot would be fine, but secretly granting it would cause huge trouble.
He didn’t want to implicate Wuxie.
Of course, if Ning Fan were publicly given a slot, he would inevitably be scrutinized by the Kunlun Jade Pool.
Once his Ancient Chaos identity was exposed, surviving within the Western Heaven was virtually impossible... The Western Heavenly Buddhist Sect was one to kill any Ancient Chaos without delay...
"Hmph, if you don’t want it, then forget I mentioned it." Wuxie furrowed her slender brows, somewhat displeased.
"What are demonic thoughts? Can you suppress them by eating something delicious? I have lots of tasty things here, all for you!"
Bright Sparrow removed her storage pouch filled with Spiritual Medicine, handing it to Ning Fan.
Ning Fan waved his hand, a bit at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
In Bright Sparrow’s mind, is eating the cure-all...
Boom!
The thirty-third sky suddenly trembled violently.
In this tremble, a pressure at the Life Immortal level suddenly swept towards Ning Fan and the others.
In an instant, Ning Fan’s expression changed drastically!
"Little ones, quite daring, slaughtered everyone in my Burial Immortal Clan, and hindered my revival plan. Tell me, how should I punish you!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Beneath the vast earth of these thirty-three heavens, a Fate Immortal strong cultivator lies in slumber!
That Fate Immortal is pounding the earth’s seal with fist after fist, attempting to break free from confinement!
"The demon, and the woman who siphoned the essence of my Undying Tree... leave these two women, and I’ll grant you a path to life, how about it?"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The earth is gradually cracking open, a fierce figure slowly escaping the seal!
His murderous intent has already locked onto Bright Sparrow and Mu Weiliang!
"I’ve received information that the Nine Ancestors and Eighteen Kings of the Burial Immortal Clan are painstakingly working to resurrect their progenitor... Gu Zang! It is said that at its peak, Gu Zang was a Quasi-Emperor, and now with their resurrection plans disrupted by us, he’s only restored to the Life Immortal Realm. Yet, he’s still beyond what we can contend with! We must escape the Heavenly Court before he breaks the seal!"
Wuxie displayed a hint of panic.
A Quasi-Emperor figure, just one step away from being an Immortal Emperor!
Even if this figure has only recently awakened and hasn’t yet restored peak cultivation, those present cannot withstand him!
"We cannot face him head-on! You all enter this realm, I’ll be responsible for the escape!"
Ning Fan caressed the Yuan Yao Jade, enveloping Wuxie, Bright Sparrow, and Mu Weiliang into the Yuan Yao World, and stored the rogue devil into the Demon-Sealing Pouch.
Without another word, he urged the black star to heal the bloody wound on his chest, while the diffuse demonic thoughts within him gradually reassembled.
Once more, he transformed into a Blood Demon, losing all reason!
Dismantling Technique!
Even a ferocious Blood Demon wouldn’t dare confront the Ancient Burial Ancestor head-on.
Without hesitation, the Blood Demon transformed into a streak of blood light, shooting towards the thirty-second layer.
"Oh? The escape speed isn’t slow, but it might not escape from my grasp. Open!"
Bang!
With a deafening roar, the earth split into a thousand-mile abyss.
A white-haired youth gazed in the direction where Ning Fan fled, licking his lips.
"Let’s see how long you, junior, can keep running."
Shhh!
The white-haired youth chased after Ning Fan, from the thirty-second floor to the thirty-first, the thirtieth...
Layer after layer, he pursued relentlessly, as Ning Fan desperately used the Dismantling Technique to maintain his blood demon form, the burden growing ever heavier.
Yet, the white-haired youth wore a confident expression, determined to succeed.
He was confident that even if he hadn’t restored his peak cultivation, capturing a junior in the Shattered Sixth Realm was an easy task.
...
In the twenty-ninth heavenly layer of the Ancient Heavenly Court.
Chang Shan gazed at the destroyed Ghost Cultivating Formation, filled with shock and fear.
This formation, meticulously crafted by the ancestor at great expense, had been destroyed...
As he prepared to return to his sect, he mulled over how to report this incident to the ancestor, fearing the wrath that might lead to his Spirit being extracted for alchemy...
"I must capture the demon and return to the sect to redeem my failures! Hmph! Last time, I was careless and was ambushed by that woman in white, but this time I’m fully prepared to take down the demon!"
"Oh? Didn’t expect that demon to already be at the thirtieth layer. Hmm, already entering the twenty-ninth layer!"
Chang Shan held the Compass, pinpointing the demon’s direction, rushing towards it.
Days later, he sensed a very familiar aura ahead.
Ning Fan’s aura!
"Found him! Capturing this junior means capturing the demon! This mere Shattered Sixth Realm junior stands no chance if I ambush him!"
Chang Shan swallowed an expensive pill, concealing himself in that location.
In the distance, a bloody escape light was approaching faster and faster.
That escape light gave Chang Shan a sense of unease, as if something was beyond his control.
Without further thought, as the blood-colored escape light approached, he leaped forward, blocking ’Ning Fan’ with a cold sneer.
"Junior, hand over the demon, and I’ll let you die intact!"
Just as he finished speaking, he was suddenly startled.
What he had halted in its tracks was no Ning Fan, but a creature enveloped in blood light!
No, to be more accurate, it was indeed Ning Fan, albeit in a peculiar state!
The Evil Qi emanating from Ning Fan was so strong it terrified Chang Shan.
The overwhelming pressure from Ning Fan’s presence was suffocating Chang Shan!
This was ridiculous! Despite being a rogue Immortal, he found himself fearful before a Shattered Sixth Realm cultivator!
"Obstruct me, and perish!"
The blood demon transformed Ning Fan had no intention of wasting words with Chang Shan.
Ingrained within his subconscious, Ning Fan remembered Chang Shan as an enemy, naturally not inhibiting demonic thoughts from killing.
The blood demon raised a finger, and countless blood beams instantly slashed toward Chang Shan, the fierce wind cutting pain into his face!
His eyes widened in disbelief, unable to comprehend how Ning Fan, with Shattered Sixth Rank, could unleash such a stunning sword strike.
Nevertheless, this sword strike should be manageable, after all, he was a rogue Immortal...
Taking several expensive pills, Chang Shan’s cultivation surged, arrogantly attempting to dissipate the sword light with his hand.
In the next moment, with confidence on his face, he was mercilessly obliterated into a bloody pulp by the blood-red sword beams.
Only a Spirit, in utter horror, swept through the storage pouch, fleeing from the corpse, trembling all over.
"Dismantling! He’s already disabled! How is this possible! How does he maintain the dismantling state and fly without his body collapsing!"
"Trying to escape?" The blood demon grinned coldly, blood beams flickering as he swallowed Chang Shan’s Spirit whole.
The storage pouch, upon consideration, was worth taking.
That was Ning Fan’s intent, suspecting that Chang Shan’s possessions contained magical treasures that could trace Bright Sparrow’s whereabouts.
He needed to destroy such a treasure!
Even at the moment of death, Chang Shan could not believe he’d be instantaneously slain by Ning Fan, whom he always looked down upon!
After slaying Chang Shan, the blood demon wasted no time and continued fleeing downwards.
Behind him, a white-haired youth relentlessly pursued, slaughtering any demonic or devil beast in his way, consuming blood to restore power.
His cultivation, bit by bit, was recovering...
"You won’t get away!" The white-haired youth smirked coldly, revealing sharp white teeth.
The teeth were stained with beast blood. (To be continued. If you like the work, you’re welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com for reading.)