"Five Directions Disciple, Blood Demon Puppet, by my choice, form a contract, all of you co out!"
This ti, a slight sense of fundantal danger was clearly detected. Venerable Blood Mist, who had always maintained a dignified face, revealed a trace of unease for the first ti.
A massive blood light erged from his body, seemingly forming a passage behind him, dividing into five, each a massive blood-colored demon body appearing in front of him.
One, two, three, four, five...
Five gigantic figures gradually appeared, standing in front of Venerable Blood Mist, each exuding power not inferior to that of a Purple Mansion Stage Cultivator.
The terrifying Blood Evil Qi continuously corroded the surrounding air, the vibrating Blood Mist spreading outward like a living specter.
It must be said that although both were at the Late Stage of the Purple Mansion, in terms of difficulty to deal with, two or three Master Baoxu might not be a match for this controller of Blood Mist Abyss City.
Indeed, a City Lord able to govern a Demon City is truly a cunning figure.
Moreover, his cultivation technique is unique and his preparations abundant, excluding the patriarch of the Sun Family who fell into his hands this ti.
He actually possesses four Blood Puppets.
Each represents the life of a Purple Mansion Cultivator.
Walking over countless bones, Venerable Blood Mist may seem to stand alone, but counting the Blood Puppets and Twelve-winged Celestial Fire Dragon Centipede, he commands a total of six Purple Mansion Realm battle strengths.
Even though a cultivator loses their original consciousness after being refined into a Blood Puppet, and their strength is severely weakened, under Venerable Blood Mist’s control, they still wield trendous power.
Two against one, two Blood Puppets together can handle a cultivator of the sa realm.
And the Twelve-winged Celestial Fire Dragon Centipede can fight two, or even three, on its own.
Combined with Venerable Blood Mist’s own mighty strength, he can crush any opponent below the Core Formation Stage in the sa tier.
In other words, at this mont, Venerable Blood Mist holds at least five of the top-tier battle strengths in the Purple Mansion Realm.
Against soone like Master Baoxu, it’s an absolute sweep.
He can effortlessly eliminate the majority of cultivators in the sa realm.
"Chen Long, I am very interested in the secrets you hold. If you are willing to hand them over, I might consider sparing your life..."
"I advise you to surrender and avoid unnecessary suffering!"
In one fell swoop, he summoned five Blood Puppets. Venerable Blood Mist no longer hid his intentions. His body, surrounded by Blood Mist, grew taller and taller, as if a Demon God erging from a blood-colored passage.
The intense Blood Qi transford into a ferocious Demon Armor. In front, a massive skull emitted a chilling green light from its eye sockets, evoking an overwhelming feeling of suffocation!
Boiling Blood Qi ford a trendous wave, enveloping Venerable Blood Mist’s body, condensing into a cold Blood Demon Armor.
His stature was already imposing, and with the surging Blood Evil Qi, he appeared all the more like a blood-colored God and Demon.
A daunting presence gathered, forming a huge blood-colored face behind Venerable Blood Mist.
The twisted blood-colored face, with hollow eye sockets, covered a radius of a hundred ters. Its mouth gaped open, releasing a silent roar that spread outward like a violent storm.
The tumultuous storm swept outwards in waves, colliding around Zheng Yi, forming a twisted ripple.
He maintained a cold expression, showing no fear toward the aura-surging Venerable Blood Mist clad in Blood Demon Armor. Instead, he watched his aura rise with curious interest.
But in Zheng Yi’s eyes, the deepest part of his pupils silently gathered strands of extre gold, forming a brilliant point of golden light, driven by the powerful Divine Soul Power.
After manifesting the Divine Soul Puppet and evolving the Divine Soul Space, his spiritual will reached another level. Even without relying on Magical Power, he could influence real-world events with his thoughts.
With just a thought, an endless Spirit Storm burst forth, forming a protective barrier around him, resisting the impact of the blood-colored tidal wave.
This was the qualitative gap arising from the transformation of the Divine Soul in the spiritual realm.
No matter who the opponent was or to what extent their spirit and Divine Soul were amplified, they couldn’t touch Zheng Yi’s boundaries without breaking a certain invisible ceiling.
This was analogous to natural sand and dirt being loose, yet once built into a fortress, becoming an impenetrable defense.
At this mont, having evolved the Divine Soul Puppet, Zheng Yi’s mastery over his Divine Soul Power had already elevated, entering an unfathomable realm.
It was akin to leaping from a feudal era of cold weapons straight into an era of Gatling guns, a chasm in understanding the disparity between the two sides.
This was the divide in the essence of Divine Soul Origin, a collision between egg and rock.
The Cultivation Realm has a saying: under the Core Formation, all are ants.
Only the Golden Core Dao marks the beginning of the cultivation path.
Don’t be fooled by the lively Purple Mansion cultivators in the Three Mountains Wilderness; in reality, only the Golden Core truly holds power behind the scenes.
Otherwise, the Taiyin Profound Celestial Sect wouldn’t have remained behind closed doors for a thousand years while still being the sole authority on this land.
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