Within Blood Soul Valley, it once again turned into a sea of blood and the form of Asura.
The breath of fire and bloodthirst was rampant in this ancient and eerie valley.
Ye Wuheng, the host of the Blood Soul Hall, at this mont, had already transford into a beast driven by madness and desire, filled with bloodlust.
His eyes were like burning flas, reflecting terrified faces all around.
"Lin Dong, you forced into this!" Ye Wuheng’s voice was hoarse and distorted, as if with each breath, countless wronged souls were wailing.
He suddenly waved his hand, activating the secret thod of the Extraterritorial Blood Clan again, the blood-colored mist thickened as if to engulf the entire valley.
However, Lin Dong stood firm like a rock, his gaze cold as ice, the long sword in his hand glimring with a cold light, each swing precisely blocking Ye Wuheng’s frenzied attacks.
"Ye Wuheng, do you think that by relying on the secret thod of the Extraterritorial Blood Clan, you can change everything? Today is your doomsday!"
Hearing this, Ye Wuheng roared in anger, knowing well that he could not gain any advantage over Lin Dong.
He even realized that even after using the Blood Clan’s secret thod to enhance his strength, he still was not a match for Lin Dong.
He was too monstrous!
"How could this be? I can now battle against those at the peak of the Fourth Heaven, how am I still not your match?"
"Could it be that your combat power, as a re First Heaven Martial Artist, has reached the terrifying Fifth Heaven?"
At this mont, nearing madness, he couldn’t accept being at a disadvantage in such a critical ti.
Thus, he cast his frantic gaze towards the mbers of the Dragon Alliance behind him.
This Blood Clan secret thod allowed him to increase his own strength by absorbing others’ blood during battles.
Now, he intended to use this thod to further enhance his strength to defeat Lin Dong.
Unfortunately, Lin Dong stood unmovable in front of him, so he couldn’t attack the mbers of the Dragon Alliance.
"Abhorrent~~~" Ye Wuheng, repeatedly blocked by Lin Dong, gave up trying to reach the mbers of the Dragon Alliance and instead turned his gaze towards his forr subordinates.
At this mont, the mbers of Blood Soul Hall, those who once loyal to him, had beco the best sacrifices in his eyes to enhance his strength.
He opened his right hand, a pulling force emanating from his palm, grabbing a few nearby mbers of the Blood Soul Hall.
Once grabbed, their bodies instantly exploded, blood spraying out, all transford into blood mist absorbed by him.
His strength increased a bit subsequently. But this was still not enough.
His frenzied bloodthirsty gaze continued to fall upon the remaining mbers of the Blood Soul Hall!
"No, hall master!" A despairing wail erupted from the crowd, never had they thought that one day they would beco sacrificial tools for the hall master to enhance his strength.
"Hall master, please don’t. We were once utterly loyal to you. We offered our all for you, always following you. We were your most faithful subordinates; don’t kill us!"
Yet, Ye Wuheng could no longer hear any voice, his heart filled with endless bloodlust and madness.
He moved like ghostly apparitions through the crowd, each attack accompanied by spurts of fresh blood.
The mbers of Blood Soul Hall wailed and prayed, but their voices were soon drowned out by Ye Wuheng’s madness.
"Ye Wuheng, you beast!" Soone finally couldn’t bear it and shouted curses, but was imdiately sent flying by Ye Wuheng with a palm, blood dyeing their clothes red.
"Not only did you beco a blood slave, but you also turned on your forr subordinates. Are you even human?"
"You beast, I truly regret ever being loyal to you!" More cursing arose, but these couldn’t sway Ye Wuheng’s determination.
He seed to have beco an emotionless killing machine, knowing only to keep consuming blood to improve his strength.
A heavy sll of blood filled every corner as if the air itself quivered.
Under the moonlight, in the Blood Soul Valley, Ye Wuheng’s figure lood like a demon from hell, his eyes scarlet, a cruel smile gracing his lips.
Each wave of his hand saw disciples of the Blood Soul Hall fall, their lives extinguished like candle flas, their blood converging into a river, nurturing Ye Wuheng’s endless greed and madness.
Lin Dong stood aside, his gaze icy. Though concerned for the Dragon Alliance’s safety, the spectacle before him didn’t stir a ripple in his heart.
These mbers of Blood Soul Hall, at one ti, were executioners with their hands stained in the fresh blood of the Dragon Alliance. Their fate, as he saw it, was rely a cycle of cause and effect, inevitable retribution.
"Master, do you even want to kill too?" Withered Blood Elder’s voice sounded particularly desolate amid the blood mist. He was once the second-in-command of Blood Soul Hall, a life of loyalty to Ye Wuheng, but never expected that he too would beco a sacrifice to enhance Ye Wuheng’s strength.
Ye Wuheng’s reply was chilly and heartless, like cold ice piercing to the bone: "Withered Blood, your blood will be the stepping stone to my peak."
"Only by absorbing the blood of a Heavenly Realm Martial Artist can I hope for another qualitative leap, to gain absolute power and defeat Lin Dong!"
"So, Withered Blood, give your blood!"
"I will take your blood and slay Lin Dong!"
With the activation of the Blood Clan’s secret thod, an ancient and malevolent power erupted from Ye Wuheng’s body.
In a flash, he appeared before Withered Blood Elder, his thin fingers deeply embedded into the elder’s chest, blood gushing out like a spring, greedily absorbed by Ye Wuheng.
Withered Blood Elder’s eyes widened, attempting to retaliate, but Ye Wuheng’s blood-red fingers penetrating his body held a magic that prevented him from circulating his Inner Qi.
He could only watch helplessly, as his own blood was consud by Ye Wuheng.
"No~ I am unwilling!!!" This existence, once an ’spy’ within the Blood Soul Hall, often exploiting the trust of others in him as a Heavenly Realm Martial Artist, ultimately t his end by the hand of the hall master to whom he was loyal and trusted.
To suffer eternally, never to die, a long life of endless tribulation!
He t his end, his Spirit and Soul extinct, his blood drained, paying the ultimate price for his years of ’spying’ practices.
"Howl~~~"
Upon consuming the entire Blood Essence of Withered Blood Elder, a Heavenly Realm Martial Artist, Ye Wuheng’s breath surged, releasing a beastly roar.
His body, under the illumination of the blood light, swelled to thousands of ters high, revealing its true form, like a colossal blood sovereignty gazing down on all beings.
"Haha, Lin Dong, do you see? This is the taste of power!" Ye Wuheng’s laughter echoed across the valley, filled with endless arrogance and confidence.
"You missed your best chance to stop , now you will witness my invincibility firsthand!"
Confronted with Ye Wuheng’s provocation, Lin Dong rely smiled faintly, a smile that held an inscrutable composure and calmness.
He still appeared unhurried and nonchalant, standing with hands clasped behind his back, responding calmly:
"So what if you succeed in absorbing blood? I will still cut you down with one strike of my sword! To slay you when you think you are at your strongest, only then will you truly understand the essence of despair."
With those words, Lin Dong slowly drew the Yangxin Sword from his back, its blade flashed with a cold light, as if capable of severing all evil in the world...
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