Chapter Ninety-Five: The Blood Demon Art

“Then what level of cultivation is this demonic cultivator at?” Lin Yanghao could tell that the man in black was at least at the Essence Condensation stage; otherwise, how could he have failed to fall even after being besieged by more than a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators?

“Him? He’s only at the late Body Tempering stage, the same realm you’re in now.”

Lin Yanghao was somewhat surprised to hear this. He had not expected the man in black to be only equivalent to the late Foundation Establishment stage.

And yet he possessed such terrifying strength. Were demonic cultivators all this monstrous?

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“Junior Brother, be careful!”

A man suddenly shouted, but it was already too late. Another white-robed man fell beneath the hands of the man in black.

By now, nearly half the white-robed group had been slain one after another by the black-robed man.

Yet the man in black remained completely unscathed.

Lin Yanghao stared in astonishment, inwardly sighing at the power of demonic cultivators.

It seemed that ordinary cultivators at the same level were far from being their match.

If that were the case, then shouldn’t the demonic path have long since conquered the entire Spirit Realm?

This was something Lin Yanghao truly could not understand: how did the cultivators ever stand against the demonic cultivators?

A loud crash rang out as someone was slammed to the ground.

The one sent flying was not a white-robed man, but the man in black.

At that moment, there was a man in azure robes standing among the white-robed group. It was obvious that all of this had been done by him.

That man in azure robes was naturally Lin Yanghao, who had been hiding nearby all along.

Looking at the black-robed man whom he had sent flying with a single blow, Lin Yanghao smiled in satisfaction. He was still very confident in his current strength.

Although Lin Yanghao was only at the late Foundation Establishment stage in terms of realm, even an ordinary Core Formation cultivator might not necessarily be his match.

“What are you? Do you know who I am? I am the young master of the Blood Demon Sect, so I advise you not to meddle in this or you may bring disaster upon yourself.”

Seeing Lin Yanghao suddenly appear, the black-robed man was drenched in cold sweat.

It was clear he was no match for the azure-robed man before him, and so he resorted to threats.

Hearing this, Lin Yanghao gave a disdainful laugh.

“If I were afraid, I wouldn’t have shown myself just now.”

How could Lin Yanghao be intimidated by such a threat? Along his journey, had he killed too few young heirs from noble and powerful clans?

“Fellow Daoist, be careful. This bastard’s Blood Demon Art is vicious and treacherous. Do not fall into his trap.”

One of the white-robed men warned him aloud. If not for that Blood Demon Art, they would never have ended up so miserably.

“Thank you for the warning.”

Lin Yanghao’s expression turned serious, and he no longer dared to be the least bit careless.

“Hmph! Dealing with trash like you, I do not even need to use the Blood Demon Art. A little of it will be enough to beat you like dogs!”

With that, the black-robed man sprang into the air, beginning to weave strange hand seals in his palms.

“Today, I’ll use you to complete my Blood Demon Art! From this moment on, you will be the blood soul of my Blood Demon Art! Hahahaha!”

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

A stream of blood-colored light came flying toward him. Lin Yanghao did not dare relax in the slightest and immediately circulated all the spiritual power in his body to resist the whirling blood light.

“Ah! This is a blood sacrifice!” the white-robed men cried out in alarm.

Blood sacrifice was a unique technique within the Blood Demon Art. It could seize the soul of a cultivator or spirit beast, using it as a blood soul to complete the art.

Each demonic cultivator who trained in the Blood Demon Art could only perform one blood sacrifice in their lifetime, success or failure aside. But once it succeeded, their cultivation would soar.

Failure meant losing the chance to ever obtain a blood soul again.

Although the lower the target’s cultivation, the higher the success rate, such blood souls were practically useless, little better than waste.

Conversely, the stronger the target’s cultivation, the lower the success rate, but the resulting blood soul would be dozens of times more powerful than those worthless ones.

Judging by Lin Yanghao’s current cultivation, if the blood sacrifice succeeded, it would hardly bring shame to the Blood Demon Art.

The two sides thus fell into a stalemate, and the ground around them had already been ravaged beyond recognition by the blood light, revealing the sheer power of the Blood Demon Art.

Were this an ordinary person, they would have already been torn apart. But was Lin Yanghao an ordinary person?

He cultivated the heaven-defying Chaos Divine Spirit Art.

“We’ll help too!”

With that said, the remaining white-robed men joined the battle.

With their assistance, the pressure on Lin Yanghao instantly lessened considerably, and he hurriedly activated the Divine Possession Technique.

“What is this? How did you suddenly become so much stronger? How can this be? I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it!”

With the Divine Possession Technique, Lin Yanghao’s realm quickly rose to the early Core Formation stage.

Lin Yanghao’s strength had undergone a qualitative leap. Though the black-robed man possessed the Blood Demon Art, before absolute power, any technique was as good as empty air.

Thus, the black-robed man’s blood sacrifice was naturally broken by Lin Yanghao.

This meant he would never again have another chance at a blood sacrifice, and he might even lose his life here as well.

“Ah!!! All of you can die! Blood Demon Explosion!”

The black-robed man had now become nearly frenzied. With a vicious resolve, he actually unleashed the Blood Demon Explosion.

“Fellow Daoist! Let’s run! He’s going to self-destruct!”

Upon hearing this, Lin Yanghao knew the situation was bad and immediately fled at full speed into the distance.

Boom!

Boom, boom!

After several tremendous explosions, the area gradually fell silent again. Once the self-detonation ended, the black-robed man had not even left behind a trace.

What no one saw was that, right where the black-robed man had exploded, a faint blue light suddenly flashed and vanished in an instant.

“Fellow Daoist, are you all right?”

Only after more than half a day did Lin Yanghao finally awaken.

“Cough, cough... I’m fine. I only need a few days of rest to recover. By the way, why are you the only one here? Where are the others?”

Lin Yanghao asked in confusion.

At present, only he and the white-robed man remained here; the other white-robed men had all vanished without a trace.

“They... to protect me, they all died when Lu Chen self-destructed.”

As he said this, tears actually welled in the white-robed man’s eyes.

From this, Lin Yanghao also learned that the black-robed man who claimed to be the young master of the Blood Demon Sect was called Lu Chen.

“So this white-robed man must have an extraordinary background as well, otherwise why would they all be willing to sacrifice themselves to protect him?” This was what Lin Yanghao was thinking at that moment.

What sect or school was this white-robed man from?

There was no way there could still be cultivators in the Southern Region now. Even the place he had ended up in was somewhere he had never heard of before. He truly had no idea where that damned teleportation array had sent him.

“By the way, fellow Daoist, what is your name? Mine is Le Dong.”

Only after speaking for so long did Le Dong remember that he still did not know Lin Yanghao’s name, so he asked.

“Lin Yanghao.”