King of Hundred Victories Saber

His words were full of hatred for Shi Feiyang on the surface, yet a subtle thrill of a successful conspiracy flickered deep within his eyes.

Xie Zhichuan continued, ”Blood Demon senior, now Shi Feiyang’s influence is at its peak and is growing stronger. If we don’t eliminate him soon, he will become a grave threat to the Jianghu, and chaos and bloodshed will engulf the Martial Arts world. Although we wish to rid the Jianghu of harm, we are powerless to confront him. We’ve long heard of your unmatched Divine Skill and your renowned prestige in the Northwest, which deters all others. Thus, we earnestly request you to come out of seclusion and join us in killing this villain, restoring peace to the Martial Arts world.”

As he spoke, he stealthily glanced at Zhong Renwang, his eyes betraying his admiration and appreciation for Zhong Renwang’s plan.

Dugu Yan also chimed in from the side, ”Senior, Master Zhong and Young Hero Xie are absolutely right. Shi Feiyang’s Heroic Sakura Association is growing stronger, and if allowed to develop unchecked, the Jianghu will suffer great casualties, falling into endless chaos. If you, senior, can act, with your unparalleled martial arts prowess, you can surely eliminate him in one fell swoop, restoring peace. Moreover, that Shi Feiyang bears irreconcilable enmity with us righteous martial artists; he ruthlessly killed my five sons to seize the assets of Mingjian Manor. I swear I won’t rest until I have avenged this.”

His voice was somewhat hoarse, as if a mouthful of clotted blood was stuck in his throat, and each word seemed squeezed painfully through his teeth.

Upon finishing, he lay prostrate on the ground, overwhelmed with grief, and burst into loud sobs, the sound echoing around the desolate Blood Pool, adding more desolation and indignation.

Then, Ding Hong spoke in his deep, throaty voice, ”Senior, please be merciful and save this Jianghu. Shi Feiyang is exceedingly wicked; he forced Martial Arts Alliance Leader Xie Luo Jia to death, and caused us to flee relentlessly, homeless. We hate him to the core, yet can do nothing. We hope you, senior, can be immensely kind and help rid the Jianghu of this menace.”

As he spoke, he clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from exertion, his eyes burning with fierce hatred.

The Blood Demon sat atop a giant rock at the edge of the Blood Pool, like a statue of a Demon God standing steadfastly since ancient times.

His long hair was like burning flames, floating behind him, with a strange red radiance flickering in the strands.

His face was cold and profound, like an enigmatic totem etched by the chisel of time, his features were well-defined, yet exuding an awe-inspiring majesty that deterred direct gaze. His eyes were like two bottomless pools of blood, flickering with a piercing and eerie light in the darkness, just a glance could chill one’s soul.

His skin exhibited a sickly hue of Yanhong, as if soaked in countless blood for a thousand years, exuding an innately sanguinary aura, as if he was the embodiment of blood and massacre.

He donned a wide black robe, embroidered with dark red runes, which wriggled like living creatures with his breaths, emitting waves of mysterious aura.

His hands were long and pale, his fingers like dry twigs, yet his nails were sharp like eagle claws, glimmering with icy light. In this snowy environment, he seemed insensitive to the cold, emitting a blazing aura contrasting sharply with the icy surrounding, adding more mysterious allure.

He quietly listened to everyone’s recounting, his expression calm, like an emotionless statue.

However, a subtle gleam of greed flickered in his eyes upon mention of Xu Fu Immortal Pill and Holy Heart Technique, like a hungry wolf sighting prey in the dark. But, deeply calculating, he concealed this greed instantly, maintaining composure outwardly.

He slowly turned his head, gazing at the Blood Pool. The blood water surged, as if countless tormented souls were struggling and wailing within. How many Martial Arts experts were buried here, and how much blood of Martial Arts experts was drained by his Blood Seal Hand and released into this pool is unmeasurable.

Grudge and vendetta within the Jianghu are like the blood water in the Blood Pool, endlessly repeated, playing out tragedies time and again. Blood Venerable saw his father silent for a long time and stepped forward, helping Zhong Renwang, Xie Zhichuan, Dugu Yan, and Ding Hong up, saying soothingly, ”Everyone, after such a long journey, you must be exhausted. Please follow me to the nearby manor to rest and rejuvenate, before discussing further.”

With that, he led everyone towards the direction of the manor.

Li Wuduo waited for Zhong Renwang and others to disappear from view, then moved lightly with lotus steps, her delicate body trembling slightly like a boneless fox, snuggling up beside the Blood Demon.

Her red lips parted lightly, her voice an enchanting melody in spring, tempting like a songbird’s trill, ”Uncle Master, what are you planning regarding the Xu Fu Immortal Pill?” Saying this, she leaned closely against the Blood Demon.

The Blood Demon’s body shuddered abruptly, as if struck by a divine current, then he couldn’t resist hugging Li Wuduo close.

He slowly lowered his lips, pressing heavily onto Li Wuduo’s lips. Then, holding Li Wuduo, he strode into his chamber. Soon, seductive and captivating sounds from Li Wuduo resounded from the chamber, like night owls calling, echoing through the silent Blood Pool area.

The next morning, at dawn, the Blood Demon had already made up his mind, deciding to step into the fray.