At that moment, from within the treetops beside her, a dark crimson figure flashed rapidly between branches before dropping down lightly, landing not far from her position, disturbing several falling leaves as he settled.Judging purely by his demonstrated lightness technique, this particular dark crimson figure proved genuinely comparable to her own considerable skill.Blood Monk Wuxiang, hands clasped together in prayer, settled onto the ground. Spotting Lu Qingzhu, his eyes lit with visible, hungry interest.Lu Qingzhu possessed not merely striking beauty, but a genuinely composed, cool temperament as well. Compared to the actual living person before him, even skilled painted portraits paled considerably by comparison.Blood Monk Wuxiang had already felt considerable anticipation studying her ink-rendered likeness on the kraft paper beforehand—now, witnessing the genuine article in person, his composure proved even harder to maintain. He finally offered genuine praise: "Such a magn

Seeing he couldn't possibly evade Mo Qian's incoming strike, the fortune-teller's brow suddenly lifted sharply, blood-threads erupting instantly across his entire body!These particular blood-threads seemed genuinely alive, the moment they burst forth, immediately gathering and intertwining, attempting to intercept and block Mo Qian's incoming blade!Mo Qian's strike carried tremendous, genuine power—the gathered blood-threads collapsed instantly upon contact, though his blade's momentum faltered slightly before he could strike again!The fortune-teller exploited this brief hesitation, quickly sidestepping to avoid any vital organs, though Mo Qian's blade still managed to slice away a substantial portion of flesh and blood from his shoulder, blood seeping out, staining half his Taoist robe crimson.The fortune-teller gasped heavily for breath, yet dared not invoke the Filthy Blood technique to properly heal this particular wound—the damage proved too substantial, requiring too much po

After all, the sect envoys' explicit mission involved protecting this particular group of registered disciples!But Tao Rong had genuinely overestimated his own chances. Following his blood-thread activation, the old farmer grew increasingly savage, resembling some wild beast. Protected by the Filthy Blood technique's regenerative properties, he fought with utterly reckless abandon, striking with the raw, brutal force typical of someone accustomed to chopping firewood!He leapt forward, swinging his hatchet directly toward Tao Rong's skull!Seeing himself thoroughly outmatched, Tao Rong attempted evasion, but the old farmer's blade descended regardless, and taking advantage of Tao Rong's turning motion, he sliced away a substantial portion of flesh directly from his thigh.Spotting the flowing blood, the old farmer's eyes blazed with predatory excitement. He leapt forward again, striking once more!Tao Rong dodged the blade successfully, but the old farmer suddenly twisted his body si

The densely clustered, writhing blood-threads, moving like genuinely living creatures, instantly gathered together, blocking Lu Qingzhu's decisive strike!Wuxiang's pale, sweat-drenched face bore a visible trace of blood across his throat. At this particular moment, his overall condition deteriorated at a rate visible to the naked eye.Watching those unsettling blood-threads floating around him, Lu Qingzhu found herself already familiar with the Filthy Blood Cult's existence, understanding intellectually many of the peculiar, unnatural properties associated with this particular malevolent art.Lu Qingzhu experienced only a brief moment's hesitation before flashing forward once more, resuming her assault against Wuxiang!Protected by the Filthy Blood technique's regenerative properties, the fear visibly fading from his eyes, Wuxiang resumed his own combat once more, engaging Lu Qingzhu directly.Suddenly, Lu Qingzhu's sword-shadows surged forward like a rolling tide, yet Wuxiang's heav

Unlike the old farmer, both of them had actually witnessed the small black object tumble free from the shattered jar beforehand.They'd merely heard a sharp clang, and in the very next instant, Mo Qian and the old farmer found themselves already locked in direct combat.Noticing Lu Qingzhu still frozen in stunned confusion, Mo Qian suddenly shouted, "Why are you still standing there dazed? Hurry up and finish off that bald monk already!"Mo Qian continued striking repeatedly, though his own heart sank with growing dread!The old farmer's mastery of the Filthy Blood technique clearly proved considerably more advanced than the fortune-teller's had been.Despite striking with his full, committed strength, those living, writhing blood-threads somehow managed to successfully offset his entire attack's force each time.Startled back to alertness by Mo Qian's sharp command, Lu Qingzhu immediately reacted, thrusting her sword forward decisively, driving it directly toward Wuxiang...With Mo Q