The blood-soaked figure, already collapsed on the ground and foaming at the mouth, felt a surge of joy upon seeing the arrival of the Blood God. However, when he saw the Blood God turn and flee, rage overwhelmed him, and he fainted.
“Despicable scoundrel.”
This was the thought that crossed his mind as he lost consciousness.
“Blood God, the treasure is on him.”
At this moment, the remaining six, except for the one pinned to the ground by Lin Fan, knelt down, trembling in fear. They had failed their mission and dreaded the impending punishment.
The Blood God gazed in the direction Lin Fan had fled, then looked at the kneeling disciples and snorted coldly. Transforming into a crimson streak, he pursued Lin Fan.
No one had ever escaped from under the watchful eyes of the Blood God.
The Blood Slaughter Pavilion had twelve floors, each overseen by a master whose strength increased with each level. Although the Blood God was the master of the first floor, his cultivation was not to be underestimated.
He was just one step away from attaining the Heavenly Position.
…
Meanwhile, Lin Fan was running frantically, occasionally stopping to look back, wondering if the Blood God could catch up. But after a while, he saw no sign of him.
At this moment, Lin Fan grew anxious and pretended to shout for help.
“Help! Someone is trying to kill me!” Lin Fan knew his cries were foolish, but to lure the Blood God, he had no other choice.
However, Lin Fan thought to himself that he wasn’t running very fast, so why hadn’t the Blood God caught up yet? It was quite strange.
Running… running…
Suddenly, Lin Fan collided with something hard.
He turned his head slightly and was stunned by what he saw.
“How did you get here…” Lin Fan feigned terror, screaming in disbelief.
The red-robed Blood God was inexplicably embedded in an ancient tree, his dangling legs appearing ethereal to Lin Fan.
Was this the new, flamboyant style for powerful figures to make their entrance?
The Blood God looked at Lin Fan with disbelief. He had already anticipated Lin Fan’s escape route and had been waiting ahead.
When Lin Fan appeared, a playful smile crept onto the Blood God’s grim face.
To the Blood God, this was like a cat playing with a mouse, slowly toying with his prey in the vast forest.
Especially when Lin Fan desperately looked back while fleeing, the Blood God felt a thrill he hadn’t experienced in a long time.
He even anticipated the moment Lin Fan would collide with him, imagining the look of disbelief and despair on Lin Fan’s face, which would excite him even more.
But the moment Lin Fan’s body touched his, the Blood God sensed something was wrong.
As Lin Fan’s body made contact, the Blood God felt an overwhelming force of impact. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late.
Now, the Blood God’s body was embedded in the ancient tree, his mind filled with incredulity.
How could this guy possibly knock him away? Impossible, absolutely impossible.
But the facts were undeniable.
The displacement of his bones was no big deal for the Blood God. He practiced the Blood Sea Demon Art, and his bones were like blood, capable of myriad transformations.
Crack.
With a crisp sound, the Blood God’s bones instantly returned to their original state, and his gaze at Lin Fan was filled with boundless rage.
He wanted Lin Fan dead…
And when he saw Lin Fan’s panicked expression, the Blood God felt that thrill again.
This was the feeling he craved.
“You have successfully angered me,” the Blood God said, his eyes emitting a red mist.
His bony fingers gripped the ancient tree, emitting a sizzling sound as if something was being corroded.
His long, blood-red nails shimmered with a terrifying light.
Lin Fan felt his acting skills had reached a new peak.
High-level Heavenly Position.
Just two steps away from the Great Heavenly Position, but those two steps were enough to give the Blood God a hard time.
Lin Fan was contemplating that his physical defense was at the high-level Heavenly Position, so the Blood God’s attacks couldn’t break through.
However, the Blood God’s strength far surpassed his, making it difficult to kill him. Now, he had to think of a way.
If anyone in the world could claim to be the best at feigning weakness, it was Lin Fan, and no one else.
“What do you want to do?” Lin Fan trembled, raising his hand as if in fear.
This scene satisfied the Blood God immensely.
“Offending the Blood Slaughter Pavilion means death. But don’t worry, I will slowly torture you, making your blood burst your head, letting you experience the most painful death,” the Blood God said darkly.
“Please, spare me,” Lin Fan cried, slowly moving closer to the Blood God, his realistic acting bringing a cowardly character to life.
Lin Fan was not a coward, but he firmly believed that a successful person’s path was rugged. One couldn’t just kill gods and buddhas; everything required brains. Without brains, success was impossible.
What was Lin Fan’s goal? To become a supreme being who could rob anyone with just a glance, making them hand over all their possessions.
And now, this prey before him, Lin Fan absolutely couldn’t scare him away.
At this moment, he was like a hunter with a gun, and the Blood God was a rabbit. He couldn’t scare the rabbit away; he had to strike with one hit.
“Hand over the item, kneel, and beg me, and I will turn you into a blood corpse, granting you eternal life,” the Blood God laughed maniacally, his emaciated body shaking with laughter.
Lin Fan stepped forward, his face filled with terror. “My lord, this is truly wonderful.”
The Blood God’s crimson eyes stared at Lin Fan, red light flickering, his long nails beckoning.
One step.
Two steps.
…
Getting closer to the Blood God.
Lin Fan’s heart was pounding, a sign that the prey was within reach.
Killing a high-level Heavenly Position powerhouse, who else could match him?
At this moment, Lin Fan finally stood before the Blood God and cried out.
“Ah… my lord, you are the most enchanting master of the Blood Slaughter Pavilion. Please accept my knees,” Lin Fan feigned excitement, trembling as he hugged the Blood God’s waist, then slowly bent his knees.
The Blood God looked down at Lin Fan, a cruel smile on his lips. A red mist formed in his palm, within which ghostly figures seemed to howl.
“Good, you can go…” the Blood God said darkly, but before he could finish, his expression changed.
“Reversal of Heaven and Earth.”
At this moment, Lin Fan unleashed his ultimate technique, which he had mastered to perfection. The shift between yin and yang was instantaneous.
“Ah…” An overwhelming pain surged through the Blood God, even his Blood God body couldn’t withstand it.
In an instant, Lin Fan took out a red brick and smashed it onto the Blood God’s head.
“Bang…”
The once domineering Blood God now lay motionless on the ground.
“Haha…” Lin Fan laughed, one hand on his hip, the other holding the brick high. “You fool, thinking you could take me on. I had already thought of the most difficult way, but you were so arrogant, blabbering before the fight. Who else but you would meet such a tragic end? With just a little effort from me, you couldn’t handle it. Weak… so weak…”
Lin Fan shook his head, sighing at the loneliness of being invincible.
“What a despicable coward.”
The blood-soaked figure, who had collapsed to the ground foaming at the mouth, was overjoyed when he saw the Blood God approaching. However, upon witnessing the Blood God turn tail and flee, he was overcome with rage and fainted.
“Shameless scoundrel,” was the thought that crossed his mind as he lost consciousness.
“Blood God, the treasure is on him,” the remaining six disciples, except for the one pinned to the ground by Lin Fan, knelt down trembling, fearing the impending punishment for their failure.
The Blood God gazed in the direction Lin Fan had fled, then looked at the kneeling disciples and snorted coldly. Transforming into a crimson streak, he charged towards Lin Fan.
No one had ever escaped from under the Blood God’s watchful eye.
The Blood Slaughter Pavilion had twelve floors, each overseen by a master, with the higher floors being more powerful. Although the Blood God was the master of the first floor, his cultivation was not to be underestimated.
He was just one step away from attaining the Heavenly Position realm.
…
Meanwhile, Lin Fan was running frantically, occasionally stopping to look back, unsure if the Blood God was following. After a while, he saw no sign of his pursuer.
At this moment, Lin Fan grew anxious and pretended to shout for help.
“Help! Someone is killing!” Lin Fan knew his cries were foolish, but he had no other choice to lure the Blood God.
However, Lin Fan thought to himself that he wasn’t running very fast, so why hadn’t the Blood God caught up? It was quite strange.
As he ran… and ran.
Suddenly, Lin Fan collided with something hard.
He turned his head slightly and was stunned by what he saw.
“How did you get here…?” Lin Fan feigned terror, screaming in disbelief.
The red-robed Blood God was inexplicably embedded in an ancient tree, his dangling legs appearing ethereal to Lin Fan.
Is this the new style for powerful figures to make an entrance?
The Blood God looked at Lin Fan with disbelief. He had already anticipated Lin Fan’s escape route and had been waiting ahead.
When Lin Fan appeared, the Blood God’s grim face revealed a playful smile.
To the Blood God, this was like a cat playing with a mouse, slowly toying with his prey in the vast forest.
Especially when Lin Fan desperately looked back while fleeing, the Blood God felt a thrill he hadn’t experienced in a long time.
The Blood God even anticipated the moment Lin Fan would collide with him, expecting to see the look of disbelief and despair on Lin Fan’s face, which would excite him even more.
But when Lin Fan’s body touched his, the Blood God suddenly realized something was wrong.
At the moment of impact, the Blood God felt an immense force collide with him. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late.
Now, the Blood God’s body was embedded in the ancient tree, his mind filled with incredulity.
How could this guy possibly knock me away? Impossible, absolutely impossible.
But the facts were undeniable.
The displacement of his bones was no big deal for the Blood God, as he practiced the Blood Sea Demon Technique, making his bones as fluid as blood, capable of various transformations.
Crack.
With a crisp sound, the Blood God’s bones instantly returned to their original state, and his gaze at Lin Fan was filled with boundless rage.
He must die…
And when the Blood God saw Lin Fan’s panicked expression, he felt excited again.
This was the feeling he craved.
“You have successfully angered me,” the Blood God said, his head lowered, red mist emanating from his eyes.
His bony fingers gripped the ancient tree, emitting a sizzling sound as if something was being corroded.
His long, blood-red nails shimmered with a terrifying light.
Lin Fan felt his acting skills had reached a new peak.
High-level Minor Heavenly Position.
Just two steps away from the Major Heavenly Position, but those two steps were enough to give the Blood God a hard time.
Lin Fan was contemplating that his physical defense was at the high-level Minor Heavenly Position, so the Blood God’s attacks couldn’t penetrate.
However, the Blood God’s strength far surpassed his, making it difficult to kill him. Now, he had to think of a way.
If there was anyone in the world who could claim to be the best at feigning weakness, it was Lin Fan.
“What do you want to do?” Lin Fan trembled, raising his hand as if in fear.
This scene satisfied the Blood God greatly.
“Offending the Blood Slaughter Pavilion means death. But don’t worry, I will slowly torture you, making your blood burst your head, letting you experience the most painful death,” the Blood God said darkly.
“Please, spare me,” Lin Fan cried, slowly moving towards the Blood God, his realistic acting bringing a cowardly character to life.
Lin Fan was not a coward, but he firmly believed that a successful person’s path was rugged. One couldn’t just kill gods and buddhas; everything required brains. Without brains, success was impossible.
What was Lin Fan’s goal? To become a supreme being who could rob anyone with just a glance.
And now, he couldn’t let this prey escape.
At this moment, he was like a hunter with a gun, and the Blood God was a rabbit. He couldn’t scare the rabbit away; he had to strike with precision.
“Hand over the item, kneel, and beg me. I will turn you into a blood corpse, granting you eternal life,” the Blood God laughed maniacally, his emaciated body shaking with glee.
Lin Fan stepped forward, his face filled with terror. “My lord, you are truly great.”
The Blood God’s crimson eyes stared at Lin Fan, red light flickering, his long nails beckoning.
One step.
Two steps.
…
Lin Fan was getting closer to the Blood God.
His heart was pounding, a sign that the prey was within reach.
Killing a high-level Minor Heavenly Position expert—who could match him now?
Finally, Lin Fan stood before the Blood God, crying out to the heavens.
“Ah… my lord, you are the most enchanting master of the Blood Slaughter Pavilion. Please accept my knees,” Lin Fan pretended to tremble with excitement, hugging the Blood God’s waist, then slowly bending his knees.
The Blood God looked down at Lin Fan, a cruel smile on his lips. A red mist formed in his palm, within which ghostly figures seemed to howl.
“Good, you can go…” the Blood God said darkly, but before he could finish, his expression changed.
“Reversal of Heaven and Earth.”
At this moment, Lin Fan unleashed his ultimate technique, which he had mastered to perfection. The shift between yin and yang was instantaneous.
“Ah…” An overwhelming pain surged through the Blood God, even his Blood God body unable to withstand it.
In an instant, Lin Fan pulled out a large red brick and smashed it onto the Blood God’s head.
“Bang…”
The previously domineering Blood God lay motionless on the ground.
“Haha…” Lin Fan laughed, one hand on his hip, the other holding the brick high. “You fool, thinking you could take me on? I had already thought of the hardest way to deal with you, but you were so arrogant, blabbering before the fight. Who else but you would meet such a tragic end? With just a little effort from me, you’re done. Weak… so weak…”
Lin Fan shook his head, sighing at the loneliness of being invincible.
“Blood God, the treasure is on him.”
At this moment, the remaining six men, except the one pinned to the ground by Lin Fan, all knelt down, trembling in fear. They hadn’t completed their mission and were terrified of the punishment to come.
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 rainbow and shot toward Lin Fan.
There had never been anyone who could escape under the Blood God’s very nose—not yet born.
The Blood Killing Pavilion had twelve levels, each guarded by a Pavilion Master. The higher the level, the stronger the master. Though the Blood God was only the first-level Pavilion Master, his cultivation was formidable.
He stood merely a step away from the Celestial Ascension.
…
At this moment, Lin Fan was sprinting frantically, occasionally pausing to glance behind him, wondering whether the other would follow. After watching for a while without spotting his pursuer, Lin Fan grew anxious.
Then, he suddenly pretended to cry out.
“Help! Someone’s going to kill me!” Lin Fan knew how ridiculous this sounded, but to lure the other out, he had no choice.
But in his mind, he thought, “I didn’t run that fast, so why can’t I see him at all? That’s really strange.”
Running… running…
Suddenly, Lin Fan slammed into something hard with a loud *thud*.
He slowly turned his head forward and froze.
“How did you end up here…” Lin Fan pretended to be terrified, screaming in shock, his face full of disbelief.
Before him, the red-robed Blood God was somehow embedded in an ancient tree trunk. His dangling legs seemed to Lin Fan oddly graceful.
Have all the experts these days started making such flashy entrances?
The Blood God looked at Lin Fan in disbelief. In truth, he had already noticed Lin Fan’s escape route and had come directly ahead to wait.
When Lin Fan’s figure appeared, the Blood God’s gloomy face curled into a faint, amused smile.
In his eyes, this was like a cat toying with a mouse—slowly playing with it in the endless forest.
Especially when Lin Fan looked back while desperately running for his life, the Blood God felt a surge of excitement, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long time.
He had even started anticipating that moment when Lin Fan would crash into his body, the moment of shock and despair on Lin Fan’s face when all hope was lost—how thrilling that would be.
But just as Lin Fan’s body 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, his body was embedded deep into the ancient tree, his mind filled with disbelief.
How could this guy have actually knocked him flying? Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
But the undeniable truth lay right before him.
For the Blood God, broken bones were nothing. He had cultivated the Blood Sea Demon Art, his entire skeleton as fluid as blood, capable of endless transformations.
*Crack.*
With a crisp sound, in an instant, all the Blood God’s bones snapped back into place. His gaze toward Lin Fan now burned with boundless fury.
He must die…
But when he saw the panic on Lin Fan’s face, the Blood God felt excited once more.
This was the feeling he craved.
“You have truly angered me,” the Blood God muttered, his eyes lowered, red mist spilling from his pupils.
His thin, skeletal fingers, like nothing but bone, gripped the edge of the ancient tree, producing a grating sound, as if something were being corroded.
His long, slender nails gleamed with a bloody sheen, enough to send chills down anyone’s spine.
Lin Fan felt his acting had once again reached new heights.
Lower Celestial Peak.
Only two steps away from the Grand Celestial Realm. But those two steps were enough to give this guy a real headache.
Lin Fan was already thinking: his physical defense was at the Lower Celestial Peak. Even if the other beat him, he couldn’t break through.
But the opponent was far stronger than him. It would be difficult to defeat him. He needed to come up with a plan.
If someone asked who was the number one coward in the world, no one would dare to claim the title except Lin Fan.
“What do you want?” Lin Fan raised his trembling hands, as if gripped by fear, shaking uncontrollably.
But to the Blood God, this sight was deeply satisfying.
“Offending the Blood Killing Pavilion means death. But don’t worry, I will slowly torture you, letting your blood explode from your head, making you experience the most painful death imaginable,” the Blood God said darkly.
“No! Please spare me!” At this moment, Lin Fan burst into tears, slowly stepping forward toward the Blood God, his realistic performance perfectly capturing the image of a cowardly, life-fearing wretch.
Lin Fan was no coward. But he always believed in one thing: the path of a successful person was full of twists and turns. You couldn’t just kill gods who blocked your way or slay Buddhas who stood in your path. Everything required wisdom. Without wisdom, success was impossible.
What was Lin Fan’s goal? To become the supreme being in the universe, someone who could make anyone hand over everything with just a glance.
And now, this prey before him—Lin Fan absolutely could not let it escape.
Right now, he was like a hunter with a rifle, and the Blood God was a rabbit. He couldn’t scare the rabbit away. He had to strike with one decisive shot.
“Then hand over the treasure and kneel to beg me, and I will make you an immortal blood corpse,” the Blood God laughed wildly, his bony frame cackling like a madman.
Lin Fan took one step forward, his face full of fear.
“Great One, this is truly wonderful.”
The Blood God’s blood-red eyes locked onto Lin Fan, red light flickering. His long, thin fingers beckoned Lin Fan closer.
One step.
Two steps…
Getting closer and closer to the Blood God.
Lin Fan’s heart pounded with anticipation. This was the sign that the prey was about to be caught.
To kill a Lower Celestial Peak expert directly—just ask who could rival him now.
At this moment, Lin Fan finally reached the Blood God and suddenly cried out to the heavens.
“Ah… Great One! You are 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 wrapped his arms around the Blood God’s waist, slowly bending his knees.
The Blood God looked down at Lin Fan, a cruel smirk curling his lips. In an instant, a red mist ignited in his palm, a mist filled with howling, grotesque spirits.
“Very well, you may now…” the Blood God sneered darkly, about to speak, when his expression suddenly changed.
“Reverse the Heavens!”
At this moment, Lin Fan unleashed his ultimate secret art once again, a technique he had mastered to perfection. The shift between Yin and Yang occurred in an instant.
“Ahh…” A surge of unbearable pain suddenly erupted. Even the Blood God’s Blood Body could not withstand it.
In an instant, Lin Fan pulled out the Number Nine Great Red Brick and smashed it down on the Blood God’s head.
*Bang!*
The once-dominant Blood God lay motionless on the ground.
“Haha!” At this moment, Lin Fan placed one hand on his waist, raised the brick high with the other, and laughed loudly, “You idiot, you actually thought you could mess with me? I was already preparing the hardest method, but I didn’t expect you, this idiot, to be so full of yourself, blabbering nonstop before the fight even started. If you don’t end up in tragedy, who will? I barely did anything, and you were already done for. Weak… so weak…”
Lin Fan shook his head with a sigh, his expression one of supreme loneliness from invincibility.
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