The already incapacitated Blood擎, foaming at the mouth, was overjoyed when he saw the Blood God approaching. However, upon witnessing the latter immediately turn and flee, he became so enraged that he fainted from fury.
“Despicable coward.”
That was the only thought that crossed Blood’s mind in the instant before he passed out.
“The Blood God, the treasure is on him.”
At this moment, the remaining six individuals, except for the one pinned to the ground by Lin Fan, all knelt down, trembling in fear. They had failed their mission and were terrified of the punishment that awaited them.
The Blood God gazed in the direction Lin Fan had fled, then glanced coldly at the disciples kneeling on the ground. With a cold snort, he transformed into a crimson ray of light and sped toward Lin Fan’s location.
No one had ever escaped under the Blood God’s watch.
The Blood Killing Pavilion consisted of twelve levels, each governed by a Pavilion Lord, with strength increasing the higher the level. Although the Blood God was the Lord of the first level, his cultivation was formidable.
He stood merely a step away from achieving the Celestial Ascension.
…
At this moment, Lin Fan was sprinting desperately, occasionally pausing to glance behind him, unsure whether the opponent would catch up. After watching for a while without spotting the pursuer, he began to feel anxious and suddenly pretended to cry out.
“Help! Someone’s killing me!” Lin Fan knew how foolish this sounded, but he had no choice if it meant drawing the opponent in.
Still, he couldn’t help but wonder why the other guy hadn’t appeared yet. He wasn’t running that fast, so why hadn’t the Blood God shown up? It was quite strange.
Running… running…
Suddenly, Lin Fan crashed into something hard with a loud thud.
He slowly turned his head forward and froze instantly.
“How… how did you end up here…” Lin Fan feigned a terrified expression, screaming in exaggerated fear, his face filled with disbelief.
Before him stood the red-robed Blood God, for some unknown reason embedded in an ancient tree. The dangling legs seemed oddly graceful to Lin Fan.
Have all the experts these days started making such flashy entrances?
At that moment, the Blood God stared at Lin Fan in disbelief. In truth, he had already noticed Lin Fan’s escape route and had planned to ambush him directly ahead.
When Lin Fan finally appeared, the Blood God’s gloomy face curled into a faint, sinister smile.
To him, this was like a cat toying with a mouse, slowly enjoying the thrill in this endless forest.
Especially when Lin Fan looked back while desperately fleeing, the Blood God felt a surge of excitement he hadn’t felt in a long time.
He was even anticipating the moment Lin Fan would crash into him, the look of disbelief and despair on his face when all hope was lost. That would be the moment of ultimate satisfaction.
Yet, just as Lin Fan made contact with him, the Blood God suddenly sensed something was wrong.
At the moment of impact, the Blood God felt an immense force slam into him. He tried to dodge, but it was already too late.
Now embedded deep into the ancient tree, the Blood God’s mind was filled with disbelief.
How could this person possibly have knocked him back? Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
But the undeniable reality forced him to accept it.
Bone displacement meant little to the Blood God. His cultivation technique, the Blood Sea Demon Art, allowed his bones to flow like blood, capable of endless transformations.
Crack.
With a crisp sound, all the Blood God’s bones snapped back into place in an instant. His eyes now burned with boundless fury.
He wanted Lin Fan dead…
Yet, seeing the panic on Lin Fan’s face, the Blood God felt another surge of excitement.
This was the feeling he truly craved.
“You have successfully provoked my wrath,” the Blood God muttered, his eyes spilling crimson mist.
His thin, skeletal fingers, gripping the tree trunk, emitted a hissing sound, as if the wood were being corroded.
His long, slender nails shimmered with a sinister red glow, enough to send chills down anyone’s spine.
Lin Fan felt his acting had once again reached new heights.
Minor Celestial Peak.
Only two steps away from the Grand Celestial Realm. But those two steps were enough to keep this opponent at bay.
Lin Fan was already plotting in his mind. His physical defense stood at the Minor Celestial Peak. Any punches from the Blood God wouldn’t even scratch him.
But the opponent’s strength was far superior. Killing him would be difficult. He needed a plan.
If there was one person in the world who mastered the art of cowardice, it was none other than Lin Fan.
“What do you want?” Lin Fan raised his trembling hands, seemingly shaking from fear.
To the Blood God, this sight was deeply satisfying.
“You have offended the Blood Killing Pavilion. Your fate is death. But don’t worry, I will make it slow and painful. I will let your blood explode inside your skull, letting you experience the most agonizing death imaginable,” the Blood God said darkly.
“No! Please spare me!” At this moment, Lin Fan began to cry, slowly inching toward the Blood God, his realistic performance perfectly capturing the image of a cowardly, life-preserving wretch.
Lin Fan was no coward. But he always believed in one truth: the path of a successful person is full of hardships. You can’t just kill gods and slay Buddhas recklessly. Success requires wisdom. Without it, one cannot prevail.
What was Lin Fan’s goal? To become a supreme being, feared by all, able to command anyone with just a glance.
And now, he could not afford to scare this prey away.
At this moment, he was like a hunter with a rifle, and the Blood God was a rabbit. He absolutely could not let this rabbit escape. He needed one decisive shot.
“Then hand over the treasure and beg for mercy, and I shall grant you eternal existence as a Blood Corpse,” the Blood God cackled maniacally, his emaciated body trembling with perverted delight.
Step by step, Lin Fan approached, his face filled with fear.
“One step…”
“Two steps…”
…
He was getting closer and closer.
Lin Fan’s heart pounded with excitement. The prey was finally within reach.
To kill a Minor Celestial Peak expert head-on—just ask who else could rival him.
At this moment, Lin Fan finally stood before the Blood God and suddenly cried out dramatically.
“Ah… Great One! You are truly the most charming master of the Blood Killing Pavilion! Please accept my humble submission!” Lin Fan pretended to be overwhelmed with emotion, trembling as he hugged the Blood God’s waist, slowly bending his knees.
The Blood God looked down at Lin Fan with a cruel smirk. A swirling red mist ignited in his palm, filled with howling, ghostly shadows.
“Very well, you may now…” The Blood God sneered darkly, but his expression abruptly changed.
“Reverse the Heavens!”
At this moment, Lin Fan unleashed his ultimate technique, a skill he had mastered to perfection. The balance of Yin and Yang shifted in an instant.
“Ahh!” An overwhelming surge of pain erupted through the Blood God. Even with his Blood God Body, he could not withstand it.
In an instant, Lin Fan pulled out his legendary red brick and slammed it onto the Blood God’s head.
“Crack!”
The once-dominant Blood God lay motionless on the ground.
“Hahaha!” At this moment, Lin Fan stood with one hand on his waist, the brick raised high as he laughed triumphantly, “You fool! You actually thought you could mess with me? I even prepared the hardest plan possible. I never expected you, such a fool, to act so arrogant, blabbering nonstop before a fight. If you’re going to be tragic, who else should it be but you? I barely did anything, and you’re already down. Weak… so weak…”
Lin Fan shook his head with a sigh, his expression one of supreme loneliness from being unbeatable.
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