Bang! The village gate was violently pushed open, and a gaunt man strode in, clad in a crimson robe that seemed drenched in blood. He cursed, “What the hell is this damned place? There’s nothing here!”
Standing in front of a wooden post with his back to the gaunt man, the red-robed man in a crimson robe said indifferently, “Save your strength. We still have to guard this place for three months before we rotate. There are so many tribes nearby; you can play however you want. Isn’t that better than being at the headquarters?”
The wooden post in front of the speaking man had a terrified young boy tied to it, with silver needles stuck all over his body, as though marking an unusual pattern.
The gaunt man glanced at his senior apprentice brother, “Those tribes’ women are all vulgar; they’re only good for casual play, for making into vessels. How could they compare to our female seniors and juniors? I’m not like you, who only likes to cultivate.”
The crimson-robed man chuckled, “They may be tempting, but they also devour people! Xiao Junior Brother, you don’t understand what enjoyment is. That heart-wrenching scream, that groan full of pain—aren’t they better than women? Listen, listen…”
As he spoke, his eyes burned with passion. He took out a blood-colored dagger, shaved off the boy’s hair, pierced his scalp, and slowly cut and peeled downward with unusual care, as though performing something extremely sacred.
The boy cried out in agony, struggling desperately. Yet the more he did so, the more excited and exhilarated the crimson-robed man became, his eyes gleaming with fervor, his body seemingly trembling.
The screams continued, and the gaunt man also showed a delighted expression, as though this was the most beautiful music in the world.
Throughout the mountain stronghold, numerous disciples of the Blood-Robe Sect were gathered. Some were clenching their teeth as they carved divine talismans into their own flesh, while others were assaulting women, competing to see who could be more savage. The entire place resembled a living hell.
“Perfect!” The crimson-robed man peeled off a human skin and shouted ecstatically. The boy in front of him was now exposed to muscle and veins, looking extremely gruesome and hideous. Yet he wasn’t dead yet; his screams had turned into low groans, and his vitality was rapidly fading.
The crimson-robed man pressed the human skin against his face, murmuring, “Such strong resentment, curses, hatred…”
He raised his head, his eyes wild, looking at the now unrecognizable boy, “Next time, it will be your senior sister.”
“No…” The boy’s flesh without skin bulged his eyes, wanting to pounce and bite the crimson-robed man.
The crimson-robed man laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the scene, “Who told you to resist the Blood-Robe Sect? My old man wanted your senior sister, and all you had to do was hand her over obediently. Now look, your master is dead, your mistress committed suicide, your seniors became human-skin lanterns, and your senior sister couldn’t escape either!”
The boy made a guttural sound from his throat, as though cursing the man in front of him, the Blood-Robe Sect, the hellish Southern Wastelands, and the unjust heavens.
His vision gradually blurred as he entered his final moments. Suddenly, beyond the crimson-robed man, he spotted a white-clad swordsman at the mountain stronghold gate. Though his aura seemed ordinary, his steps were steady—completely unlike the members of the Blood-Robe Sect.
“Is he the messenger sent by heaven to burn away this filth and blood?” He slowly closed his eyes, feeling a strange sense of peace and liberation.
The crimson-robed man also sensed something and turned his head abruptly, seeing Meng Qi with a single white-clothed sword.
“What are you doing here? This is the territory of the Blood-Robe Sect; no strangers allowed!” His face darkened, but he did not attack immediately.
The opponent had approached without a sound, so his strength must not be weak. There was no need to act rashly for now; he would report to the branch hall and invite stronger experts to deal with this guy later!
Meng Qi had a faint smile on his lips, “I’m here to kill you.”
“We are the Blood-Robe Sect! Think about the consequences!” The crimson-robed man’s heart sank. Anger surged into his head, wanting to kill the man in front of him and his ancestors for eighteen generations. But since he couldn’t gauge the opponent’s strength, he decided to hold back for now and take revenge later.
“I’m here to kill you all.” Meng Qi’s smile didn’t change, as if it were a deathly grin frozen on his face.
Knowing there was no way to resolve this peacefully, the crimson-robed man sneered coldly, “Those who oppose the Blood-Robe Sect all end up as human skins, bones, or flesh vessels. Killing me doesn’t matter; I have masters, hall leaders, elders, and the sect leader behind me. Can you withstand their wrath? Let me tell you…”
Before he could finish, he flicked his sleeve, sending out two “clouds”—one golden and one silver—which buzzed ominously. They were oddly shaped mosquitoes.
The mosquitoes immediately surrounded Meng Qi, biting him continuously. At the same time, the gaunt man and others released toxic mist, hidden weapons, and poisonous insects. Some even turned their palms red and attacked with blood-like hands.
Meng Qi stood still like a mountain, letting the insects bite, the weapons strike, and the toxic mist enter his body. Occasionally, he nodded slightly and muttered to himself:
“The golden mosquitoes can absorb true energy…”
“The silver ones spread diseases…”
The poisonous mist is derived from peach blossom miasma…
“The palm technique can boil blood and corrode skin…”
As he listened to these comments, as if tasting various delicacies, the crimson-robed man felt a chill rising in his heart, realizing he had encountered an extraordinary expert, someone he could never match.
In fear, he released nine human skins from his body. Each skin dragged a trail of blood light, rushing forward like evil ghosts.
The human skins struck him, but the golden light was pure and bright, having no effect whatsoever!
The gaunt man also sensed a great danger. The Blood-Robe Sect’s signature technique had no effect. In the vast world, there was actually someone daring enough to destroy the Blood-Robe Sect!
He secretly detached his left thumb, using the life-saving method given by his master’s wife.
The thumb disintegrated into a pale mist, merging into the toxic fog. Using the cover, he swiftly moved and entered Meng Qi’s nose as he breathed.
Success!
The gaunt man was overjoyed. This was the Blood-Robe Sect’s renowned “Mist Gu,” capable of stealthily entering the body through the nasal passages and killing without leaving a trace.
Once inside the body, it would rapidly reproduce and was extremely difficult to eliminate, even challenging for experts at the external scene level!
Of course, the prerequisite was that they didn’t detect the anomaly and inhaled the mist蛊. Now, the white-clothed swordsman had been infected!
Meng Qi inhaled twice more and muttered, “Tastes bitter, with a hint of fog. It’s not really worth chewing…”
“Not worth chewing…” The gaunt man’s eyes bulged, his mouth half-open. The crimson-robed man also trembled with fear, retreating continuously.
Suddenly, he roared with a sinister laugh, “Die!”
The interplay of light and shadow shifted as an array formation was triggered. Having retreated to a stone pillar, he activated the crude formation of the mountain stronghold. In an instant, miasma spread—crimson and dazzling, emerald and eerie.
At this moment, he saw Meng Qi draw his long sword. Then, in his vision, the sword vanished entirely, impossible to trace!
Papapap, one by one, the insects exploded.
Thud after thud, disciple after disciple fell backward, a shallow wound on their forehead.
The crimson-robed man could only feel a chilling sword intent but could neither see the sword light nor the sword itself.
Ding! Finally, he saw the sword. It was red like jade, with flames seemingly burning inside. And this was the moment it returned to its sheath!
At least half a step, probably at the external scene level! Upon realizing he was the only survivor left in the mountain stronghold, the crimson-robed man clenched his teeth, his fear morphing into madness:
“Don’t come any closer!”
“There’s a formation here to contact the branch hall. As long as I press it lightly, flames will rise to the sky. Then, many external scene experts from our sect will arrive, and you won’t escape even with wings!”
“Even if you run fast? Can you escape the tracking insects and the hidden connection to your primordial spirit? There will be no place for you to stand in the entire Southern Wastelands!”
He shouted loudly, his eyes blood-red, threatening Meng Qi:
“Just let me go, and I’ll pretend this never happened, like a wild beast ran amok!”
Meng Qi’s right hand stroked the sword hilt, his face still smiling, “You mean that formation for contacting the branch hall?”
“Exactly!” The crimson-robed man thought he had frightened the opponent and continued, “As long as I press it, the branch hall leader will come to rescue me. His strength is formidable, shaking mountains for thousands of miles!”
Are you scared?
“Then I’ll help you.” Meng Qi bent his right finger and flicked. A beam of light struck the stone altar, instantly igniting red flames, bursting into red clouds visible from afar!
The crimson-robed man’s voice abruptly stopped, staring at Meng Qi like he was a madman.
He was completely unafraid of the Blood-Robe Sect, wanting an endless feud?
The sword intent pierced his body, penetrating his dantian, causing the crimson-robed man’s true energy to scatter. His nine human skins lost control, filled with boundless hatred, turning back to devour him.
The crimson-robed figure was tightly enveloped in layers of human skin, writhing in desperate struggle while emitting harrowing wails. Yet in the end, it collapsed helplessly, leaving behind nothing but an empty human hide.
Not long after, a blood-colored figure flew over, exuding terrifying pressure that silenced nearby wild beasts.
With a sweep of his mind, he encompassed several mountains around the stronghold but found no unfamiliar presence.
“Dare he run?” The branch hall leader of the Blood-Robe Sect roared angrily, wanting to track the trail and pursue the killer.
But his body suddenly stiffened because a few meters away, a white-clothed swordsman was floating there, his expression cold, his eyes deep.
When did he get close?
No, he had always been here. How had he evaded his search!
The hall leader had the idea to retreat, but he was an old devil with extensive experience. He understood that fleeing hastily would only expose vulnerabilities, leading to a faster defeat. With a flip of his palms, blood waves surged around him, carrying a strong bloody smell toward Meng Qi, seemingly capable of dissolving everything.
Suddenly, his body transformed into a blood shadow, rushing forward at full speed. His speed far exceeded the blood waves; the former was a distraction, while the latter was the real killing blow!
Meng Qi did not draw his sword, watching the blood shadow rush to his body, passing through it.
Success! The hall leader felt a surge of joy in his heart, but then a chill rose within him. Because he had not plundered a single drop of essence blood or flesh!
Shouldn’t the blood shadow have pierced through the body, leaving only skin?
“This is the Blood God Art and the Blood Sea Great Method?” Meng Qi’s skin emitted a faint golden glow, his tone as casual as if chatting.
The hall leader felt a tightening in his heart. Just as he was about to flee desperately, he suddenly saw the sword light flash. It was as bright as the rising sun, splitting into sunlight, illuminating everywhere, reaching every corner!
The sun rises in the east, the blood sea evaporates, and the blood shadow dissolves!
The hall leader’s primordial spirit, nearly invisible, employed a secret technique to flee. Just as he started to accelerate, he discovered the white-robed swordsman obstructing his path, his gaze detached and ancient, like a deity or Buddha gazing down upon the mortal realm.
The Heaven-Shaking, Earth-Shaking Great Method!
…
In the mountain full of insects and toxic mists, a soul lamp suddenly went out!
An old man with white hair like countless tiny snakes opened his eyes, filled with rage:
“Who dares kill my Blood-Robe Sect’s external scene expert!”
He summoned the soul lamp, and in his hand appeared a five-colored insect the size of a palm, with knife-like teeth and ten pairs of wings.
The insect devoured the soul lamp, radiating a crimson glow that illuminated the path. With a thunderous sound, the old man rose, his body seeming to writhe with countless insects beneath his skin.
He was the Blood-Robe Sect’s supreme elder, “Ten Thousand Insect Venerable,” ranked one hundred and seventy-seventh on the Earth List!
“Just wait until I catch you; you’ll have it coming!” He transformed into a beam of light, rushing out of the mountain, following the trail!
…
Meng Qi, holding the Flowing Fire, flew toward Snake Mountain. He had deliberately not completely concealed his trail, to avoid the Blood-Robe Sect’s upper echelons having no clues, forcing them to summon the “Blood Sea Rakshasi”!
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