Bears!
Li Zizai arrived at the battlefield and saw Xinxin Tongzi transformed into blood flames, his aura violently erupting, igniting the surrounding forest. Even his own blood energy began to stir restlessly, causing his expression to change: “Has he achieved the Purple Blood Demon Sun?”
He suddenly remembered the rumors about the “Purple Radiance Evil God Manual.”
This secret technique of the Witch Sect refines the demonic bloodline. At its foundational mastery, it can unleash a blood-burning aura with every strike, searing the opponent’s vital energy. When fully perfected into the “Purple Blood Demon Sun,” it can absorb the essence of others to heal one’s own wounds!
It is said that at its true peak, one transforms into a blood shadow, capable in a single pounce of draining the essence from any blood-bearing creature within a hundred-meter radius!
Xinxin Tongzi’s current display clearly surpassed even the peak of the Purple Blood Demon Sun, bearing a faint trace of ultimate mastery.
“If even the perfected Purple Blood Demon Sun can rival a Grand Master, then reaching its peak might equal a Grand Taoist!”
Li Zizai gripped his spear tightly: “If a mere vice-alliance leader is this strong, no wonder the Blood Oath Alliance is so powerful and domineering!”
Jiejie!
At this moment, a shrill, sinister laughter echoed from the dark figure, sending chills down one’s spine.
Cila!
Suddenly, the ghostly shadow split into three, then transformed into three uniquely shaped, hideous demon heads.
“Taiyin Ghost! Shaoyin Ghost! Yuyin Ghost!”
Ruan Zhiyu cried out in alarm: “Brother Li, be careful! These are the most ferocious Yin demons!”
“Jiejie…”
A chilling wind howled as the three Yin demons ignited emerald-green phosphorescent flames, noticeably lowering the surrounding temperature until one’s teeth chattered.
“Heh! Purple Radiance Evil God! Blazing Sky!”
Xinxin Tongzi’s expression grew extremely grave. Suddenly, he let out a roar, and a towering purple demonic shadow emerged behind him. With hands forming seals, he seemed to be pushing mountains forward.
Boom!
In an instant, a crimson sun seemed to bloom, radiating the martial artist’s unique will of blood energy and vigor!
“Martial blood energy, transforming evil into righteousness, refining yin into yang?”
The fierce aura even forced the surrounding Reborn to retreat continuously, Song Jin exclaiming in awe, his face showing both reverence and admiration.
“I actually…”
Li Zizai set Ruan Zhiyu down, his expression resolute: “No battlefield qualification? What a joke! Zhiyu, stay here!”
“Brother Li!”
As Ruan Zhiyu cried out in alarm, Li Zizai’s body radiated a white-gold glow, merging man and spear into one, like a startled dragon breaking into the fray.
“Militarist Tiger Sha, Divine Spear of Breaking Laws!”
Bang!
The white-gold spear light flashed, finally breaking through the blood energy and entering the battlefield. Li Zizai immediately witnessed a strange sight:
The three Yin demons cackled coldly, suddenly lunging skyward, forming a continuously rotating triad, waves of Yin energy radiating outward, with a jade-green blade emerging in the center.
“Ahhh… Tri-Yin Soul Seizing! Demon-Slaying Blade!”
Xinxin Tongzi called out warily: “This blade injures flesh and taints souls, formed by the Tri-Yin demons burning their own essence. Quickly interrupt it!”
“Break Army! Break Army!”
Li Zizai acted faster than Xinxin Tongzi’s words, almost as soon as seeing the Tri-Yin demons, his body ignited with star power, a spear’s phantom appearing behind him—clearly the power of the Break Army Star!
He wasn’t naturally born under the Break Army Star, but given the Main Temple’s vast abilities, there were naturally talismans and artifacts storing star power available for exchange.
“Killer’s Spear!”
By leveraging the secrets of the Militarist faction to harness the star power of the Break Army, Li Zizai was now at least on par with a deputy star of the Break Army.
Roaring, his blood energy surged, his spear flying like a meteor towards the center of the Tri-Yin demons!
“Zi Yao! Zi Yao!”
At the same time, the evil deity behind Xinxin Tongzi also let out a cry, radiating purple light. The massive phantom of the evil deity solidified, its demonic palm stretching toward the Tri-Yin demons.
Xiuxiu!
Bang!
Starlight and purple light converged, finally clashing violently with the jade-green glow of the Demon-Slaying Blade, with lightning, thunder, and explosive blood energy, suddenly condensing into ultimate destructive force.
Boom!
In the terrifying shockwave, the starlight shattered first. Li Zizai’s spear flashed, then cried mournfully, unable to bear the strain, snapping in two. The immense force struck Li Zizai’s chest, causing him to spit blood and fly backward.
“Zi Yao, the Evil God, protect my body!”
Xinxin Tongzi’s expression changed dramatically. He formed a hand seal, bit his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of vital essence. The demonic god behind him solidified, spreading its arms to block the emerald blade.
Pu!
Phosphorescent flames flickered as the phantom of the evil deity crumbled bit by bit. The Demon-Slaying Blade dimmed drastically before disappearing entirely. Xinxin Tongzi suddenly let out a heart-wrenching wail…
…
“What’s going on?”
“Vice-Alliance Leader!”
“Brother Li!”
As the smoke gradually cleared, the surrounding Reborn dared approach, seeing Li Zizai lying on the ground, a pool of blood beneath him, unconscious. Ruan Zhiyu hurried to help him up.
If she were an ordinary weak woman, she would now be wailing to heaven, but she was also a Reborn, deeply understanding the Main Temple’s cruelty. At a time like this, it was like being in a wolf pack—weakness was not an option, so she rushed to aid him.
“Kekke…”
Her hands radiated a yellow glow, seemingly effective for healing. Before long, Li Zizai slowly regained consciousness, opened his eyes, and spat out a large mouthful of black clotted blood: “So powerful!”
“Brother Li, thank goodness!”
Feeling the surrounding ill-intentioned gazes dissipate, Ruan Zhiyu finally couldn’t hold back her joy and burst into tears.
“Vice-Alliance Leader!”
Song Jin and the others from the Blood Oath Alliance watched as Xinxin Tongzi, his face grim, stepped forward. A massive knife wound stretched across his chest, oozing a bluish-green blood incessantly. Their faces were filled with horror as they murmured, “Even with you personally stepping in…”
“Hmph! Our world hides dragons and tigers; even if my Purple Blood Demon Sun is perfected, what does it amount to?”
Xinxin Tongzi’s expression was extremely grim. Although his wound continued to bleed, his spirit seemed even more vigorous, which was quite strange: “In the end, the Tri-Yin demons burned their very essence, transforming into the Demon-Slaying Blade’s strike. I was caught off guard and nearly fell into the trap. Truly cunning tactics!”
“We were tricked?”
Song Jin shuddered, while the beautiful woman beside him immediately reacted: “Vice-Alliance Leader means the message wasn’t sent by this demon?”
“These Tri-Yin demons are hard to cultivate, yet they were discarded so easily…”
Song Jin’s face was also very grim: “Such methods are rare in the entire world—who could it be? The Shang Dynasty court, or King Wu Ji Yi? Or another Reborn faction?”
“I will definitely avenge this! Definitely!!!”
Xinxin Tongzi screamed hoarsely, a streak of blood suddenly appearing in his eyes, his face contorting into ferocity.
“No good! The Vice-Alliance Leader’s old ailment has flared up! Hurry and find some fresh heart blood!”
Song Jin and others from the Blood Oath Alliance changed expressions rapidly, as if facing the end of the world…
…
Xiuxiu!
Inside Han Hulin’s tent.
The floor was covered with soft woolen carpets. A sandalwood low table still held a brazier burning agarwood, its smoke curling and refreshing the mind. The surroundings were piled with gold, jade, and treasures, exuding a nouveau riche atmosphere—clearly plundered from somewhere. Though haphazardly arranged, they were undoubtedly priceless.
“Han Hulin still has taste!”
Glancing at the military tent, Wu Ming nodded slightly, somewhat satisfied.
Suo!
At this moment, a faint shadow rose from the ground, then vanished into his palm.
“Reborn gathering? Blood Oath Alliance?”
Wu Ming chuckled, a thread of black qi flashing across his hand, and everything disappeared.
“And Xinxin Tongzi, the deputy leader of the Blood Oath Alliance? Practicing the arts of the Witch School—no wonder he was able to defeat my Tri-Yin demons…”
With the Red Lotus Sect as a reserve, the original black-hearted old Taoist had indeed accumulated many miscellaneous items, which Wu Ming immediately revitalized with his divine techniques.
However, the method for cultivating Tri-Yin demon heads did not come from Maoshan Sect—Wu Ming wasn’t so foolish as to incriminate himself—but from a minor chance encounter on the road, nearly a few old books picked up for free.
“It’s said that with the world in chaos and order and interests being redistributed, although it’s a great disaster for commoners, for those who are well-prepared or strong, it’s also a great blessing…”
Wu Ming thought with some regret: “If I had thoroughly studied history and had a family tradition with detailed records of hidden treasures, I might have made a fortune this time!”
Some treasures were undiscovered by the Shang Dynasty but caused storms in the Zhou Dynasty, still quietly buried.
Although most were bound by karmic connections, only to emerge at the right time, Wu Ming, as a Grand Taoist, could perceive heaven and earth. Despite calamities, he could easily obtain them, far more convenient than other Reborn.
Unfortunately, his experience was shallow, knowing only this much from historical records, and unaware of the cultivation world’s hidden treasures and stories, a drawback of being self-taught.
Otherwise, if Wu Qing had come instead, she might have gained far more than him.
He then walked out of the tent, reaching a high ground, overlooking from above, silently activating his Heavenly Eye.
Boom!
In an instant, a torrent of dark crimson erupted from his eyes into the sky, tinged with faint hints of bluish-purple. It morphed into a colossal black python—immensely thick, its scales glimmering—resonating with dozens of celestial stars while radiating a savage and primordial aura.
“This is the fate of the rebel kings…”
Wu Ming saw the black python with one tail and multiple heads, clearly indicating multiple authorities issuing commands. Its body was surrounded by black qi, burdened with calamities, obviously facing imminent disaster, causing him to sigh deeply.
He then gazed afar, toward the direction of the Shang Dynasty’s capital, only to see a misty expanse, as if countless malevolent energies surged skyward, Buddhist chants and golden talismans sealing them, making his heart shudder.
“Why does the True Lord sigh?”
Unknowingly, Han Hulin had approached behind Wu Ming, respectfully asking.
“I have a saying for you—if you remember it, you’ll be safe!”
Wu Ming’s expression was neither sad nor joyful, speaking in a detached tone.
“Please, True Lord, share your wisdom!” Han Hulin’s face was solemn, a mysterious intuition making him increasingly serious.
“Head south when you see fire, and you’ll be safe!”
With this sentence, even previous favors and connections were fully repaid.
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