Chapter 191: The Blood Demon True Man's Confidence
Chapter 191: The Blood Demon True Man’s Confidence
Inside Embrace Mountain.
“This Blood Demon Isle is truly extraordinary,” mused Ying Tongshou as he soared through the air, his figure shimmering with ethereal light. “The suppressing forces here are immense. Even a Foundation-Building True Man like myself can only fly cautiously—teleportation techniques are nearly impossible.”
His gaze swept across the landscape: jagged peaks rose like spears, the ground barren save for scattered bones and peculiar artifacts glinting faintly in the gloom.
“Another one!” he suddenly exclaimed, reaching out to snatch a pagoda-shaped treasure from a grove. Wisps of pale, sinister mist curled from its spires.
His face lit with delight. This was the third artifact he’d claimed since entering the secret realm. Though useless to him personally, such treasures were perfect for rewarding subordinates and securing loyalty. After all, no cultivator ever complained about having too many treasures.
Moments later, excitement flared again in his eyes—but so did irritation. A streak of light from the distance collided with his path, resolving into Elder Lin, a Grand Harmony Cultivator.
Meanwhile, in Lv Yang’s deadly trap, the Soul-Shattering Vale…
Mu Huan and four other Immortal Alliance Harmonizing With Dao cultivators hovered cautiously at the valley’s edge, carefully harvesting Soul-Shattering Karmic Smoke that coiled like serpents inside.
“These are top-tier treasures,” Mu Huan murmured, his voice tinged with awe. “Even we, seasoned cultivators, risk losing our minds to this smoke. Imagine its power if forged into a weapon.”
Suddenly, a beam of heavenly light pierced the sky.
When it faded, Lv Yang stood before them, his gaze flicking over the group. A satisfied nod followed—they’d taken his bait.
Karmic Causality, activate!
In the next heartbeat, Lv Yang invoked his Heaven-Deceiving Method. The Heavenly Punishment previously shifted onto him by the Blood Demon True Man’s Avici Sword now rebounded, channeled through the Soul-Shattering Karmic Smoke, and slammed into Mu Huan’s group. A refreshing clarity washed over him as the burden lifted.
“What did you do!?” Mu Huan roared, his instincts screaming that something was terribly wrong—even if he couldn’t pinpoint the karmic shift.
“What did I do?” Lv Yang narrowed his eyes, feigning indignation. “You dare steal my treasures and question me? Hypocrites! You in the Emerald Sun Cultivation Realm slaughter innocents for cultivation. Tonight’s punishment is divine justice—my duty to eradicate evildoers like you!”
Mu Huan barked a bitter laugh. “Uphold justice? We’re mere wandering cultivators from the Overseas Dominion. If you want justice, target that sword cultivator, not us!”
Lv Yang shook his head. “He’s too strong.” Soft targets first.
Mu Huan fell silent, then eyed him shrewdly. “You’re from the Primordial Sacred Sect, aren’t you?”
Lv Yang stiffened. How did he figure it out? Do I look that virtuous?
“…You know too much,” he sighed, flicking his sleeve.
“Clang!”
The Avici Sword erupted into the sky, its blade cleaving downward. Mu Huan’s group scattered, but a crushing pressure descended—Embrace Mountain’s suppression force, amplified tenfold. Their movements froze as the swordlight flashed.
“Thud!”
Five headless bodies collapsed, their blood and essence drained utterly. The Avici Sword sang triumphantly, and Lv Yang nodded, pleased. Twelve Harmonizing With Dao cultivators in his past life restored its second divine essence, Treading on Peril. Killing them again now—would it awaken another?
He flicked his finger, summoning a beam of light that illuminated all of Embrace Mountain. His divine ability let him monitor every corner. Only by splitting the cultivators could he hunt them one by one.
Lv Yang vanished. Tonight, he’d hunt to his heart’s content.
At Embrace Mountain’s core, deep within the Blood Demon Isle, a bone-palace loomed—a grotesque spectacle.
A monstrous tree dominated it, roots of writhing flesh, bark like human skin, leaves of bone shards clattering like blades. Suddenly, a crimson flower bloomed atop its crown, withering to bear fruit: an infant, flesh-and-blood, eyes shut.
“…I’m awake?” It opened its eyes, a flicker of bewildered humanity in its unfinished face. “Why so soon?”
He’d calculated needing three sword masters to divert his Heavenly Punishment before revival. Yet now, the punishment had lessened inexplicably.
“Could this generation’s Avici Sword wielder have such merit to absorb so much karma?”
He scanned his surroundings, but Lv Yang’s Ultimate Heaven Instrument masked the truth.
The infant—Blood Demon True Man—frowned. “Where am I? Why has my Blood Demon Isle grown so vast?”
Suddenly, a thunderous roar shook the air. A torrent of sword qi tore through the isle—Ye Xingfeng, slashing a path straight toward him.
“I’ve been tricked!” the Blood Demon True Man snarled, realization dawning. “Lv Yang’s pitting others against me while siphoning my Heavenly Punishment. Cunning… but naïve.”
Even weakened, a True Man’s power lay not just in strength, but in status. A Holy Sect True Man like him had a True Monarch as his patron.
“Let my karma loose, and my patron will sense it. Salvation will be theirs for the asking.”
As Ye Xingfeng closed in, the Blood Demon True Man smiled coldly.
“Foolish child. You think a mere schemer can outwit a True Man?”
(End of Chapter)
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