Night, pitch-black night.
Wind, icy wind.
Ji Dong leaned against the bedside, gazing at the town under the night curtain, a desire to kill rising in his heart.
As a Demon Cultivator, since he had already arrived in the realm of mortals, if he didn’t stir up some trouble for the righteous path, he would be unworthy of the title of Demon Cultivator!
“Which family should I start the killing spree from?” Ji Dong took a deep breath, capturing the scent in the night wind, and finally set his gaze on the direction of the Mayor’s Mansion —— there was the smell of blood, a heavy smell of blood.
“Ha ha ha, this place will do!”
His figure flickered, instantly appearing before the Mayor’s Mansion, where cries of women could be heard from inside.
“Master, please stop hitting, I beg you to stop. Xiaocui is still young; she didn’t mean to defy you…”
In the courtyard of the Mayor’s Mansion, an old man with half-white hair was beating a mother and daughter with a cane full of thorns. The mother and daughter were beaten until they were covered in blood, barely resembling humans, but the old man wouldn’t stop even as he panted heavily.
A flash of cold light appeared.
A three-foot blood blade suddenly pierced through the old man’s back.
Ji Dong casually stepped through the moon gate, his boots treading over the cobblestones, passing by the corpse of the old man who died with eyes wide open.
“Truly a fine play!” Ji Dong let a drop of crimson fall from the tip of his blade, tapping the hilt of the sword absentmindedly, clapping and laughing, “Excellent! They say we Demon Cultivators are worse than Evil Spirits…” His cold, dark eyes swept across the blood-soaked courtyard, his boot grinding a broken piece of the cane, “How can we compare to the bone-stripping skills of all you righteous gentlemen?”
The servants in the mansion were already terrified out of their wits, scattering in all directions to escape.
With one swing of his hand, Ji Dong quickly slaughtered all the evil slaves in the mansion, leaving only the mother and daughter.
On the cloud vessel, Su Qinian looked utterly confused, his throat moving as he stared at the void above Li Qingran’s head: “Ancestor, are you sure the target is this person? His actions don’t seem like those of a Demon Cultivator…”
Something was off. If this person was a Demon Cultivator, then what were they, Sword Pavilion?
“Su Qizhu’s words are very reasonable!” Zhou Xuanzi, the master of Danzong, leaning on a sandalwood railing, the golden silk star chart on his fan reflecting the shadow below: “However, we need to see what kind of cultivation method he practices. Why not lower the flying boat a bit to check carefully?”
Just as he finished speaking, all the blood in the mansion flowed toward that figure, and the mother and daughter were sucked dry into corpses.
Ji Dong’s crimson eyes looked toward the sky, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth:
“Hiding cowards, you’ve come, why don’t you dare to show yourselves and speak?”
“Alright, confirmed, the opponent is a Demon Cultivator.” Su Qinian slapped himself, his face full of regret. He should have gone down to save people right away, so the mother and daughter wouldn’t have suffered such a cruel fate. Anger flashed in his eyes, and he drew his sword, rushing out of the flying boat. A streak of sword light descended from the sky, the iron sword tassel straightened like a string in the night wind, the sword tip pointing directly at that blood-red figure.
“You’re originally a lowlife from the Sword Pavilion, good timing!”
Ji Dong knew his identity had been exposed, but his opponent was only at the late stage of transformation. At this moment, after consuming a large amount of blood, he was at the peak state of his secret technique. It would be better to take this sword cultivator’s head within a few moves and then retreat gracefully.
Facing Su Qinian’s approaching iron sword, instead of retreating, Ji Dong advanced, only using one palm.
There was an eye in the palm.
When the blood pupil opened, the sword was already ensnared.
Ji Dong’s left hand reached faster than the moonlight.
Su Qinian retreated three zhang, five bloody flowers blooming on his shoulder.
“The first palm teaches you the clarity of life and death!”
The sword scraped sparks against the magical patterns on the demon palm.
Peng —— !
The clash of energy between the two transformation-stage experts caused all the blue bricks on the entire street to float into the air, shattering into powder in the next second.
“The second palm measures your journey to the Yellow Springs!”
Blood mist condensed into a giant claw slapping down from the sky, collapsing the mansion.
While retreating, Su Qinian swung seven sword qi, but they were corroded by demonic energy, leaving only three thin green lights. The tiger’s mouth holding the sword had clearly split to the bone.
“Hey, what are you guys still doing watching up there? Come help!” Su Qinian stabilized himself and shouted angrily at the flying boat.
“More experts?” Ji Dong narrowed his eyes.
But then he saw that an ink chessboard had already spread around him, black and white pieces floating among them, revealing deadly intent.
“Zhou Xuanzi? You also came to die?”
Just by looking at the chessboard, Ji Dong immediately recognized the identity of the person, locking his gaze on a figure holding a folding fan in mid-air.
“Small Demon Cultivator, talking big.” Zhou Xuanzi chuckled, his narrow eyes flashing with cold light: “You dog dared to spread demonic techniques in my Danzong, today I will refine you into the soul of this heaven-earth chessboard!”
“This poor monk also wants to try out how sharp Master Ji’s Heavenly Demon Art is.”
Another calm voice sounded.
Ji Dong caught a glimpse of a Zen Sect expert standing bare-chested with hands clasped in prayer on the broken wall nearby from the corner of his eye.
And apart from the Zen Sect expert, there were more than ten transformation-stage experts from various sects, some of them respected elders within their sects, others personally led by their sect masters. The small town trembled under the pressure of the transformation-stage cultivators. A wave of Dao韵 (Dao aura) emanated from the flying boat, protecting the entire town while isolating Ji Dong.
Chen Huaian withdrew his hand after spending 98￥, concealing his power and name.
At this moment, Ji Dong, despite his arrogance, knew something was about to happen.
But he couldn’t understand why the Great Lord hadn’t concealed the heavenly destiny for him?
If the heavenly destiny was concealed, how did these righteous path cultivators find him?
So many people had come, obviously planning ahead.
“Hmph, do you really think you can kill me?”
Demonic blood energy surged into the sky as Ji Dong proudly looked at the group of transformation-stage experts, his momentum skyrocketing, a sneer curling at the corner of his lips: “Good timing, saves me the trouble of searching for all of you rats across the nine provinces.” Before he finished speaking, he pinched a talisman with his left hand and thrust out a palm, forcibly shattering Su Qinian’s mighty sword qi and the Bodhi Buddha light of the Withered Chan Elder.
The sky filled with bloodish demonic energy suddenly converged, transforming into a giant palm covering the heavens and earth, pressing down from the air.
Between the lines of the palm print flowed a boundless sea of blood, compressing the spiritual energy within a hundred miles radius.
Just as everyone formed an array to resist, Ji Dong transformed into a blood cloud and fled.
“Damn it! He’s running!” Su Qinian had just cut through the blood-colored palm print when he heard Ji Dong’s cold laughter echoing from the horizon.
“After the Central Plains Secret Realm, it will be the time for our Heavenly Demon Sect to dominate the world. Wash your necks clean and wait! Ha ha ha ha…”
Fight and run, that was pure satisfaction.
Ji Dong flew rapidly through the air. The Blood Cloud Escape Technique he cultivated was best suited for fleeing.
Although it required burning essence blood, he had replenished enough essence blood earlier, so there was no problem.
Even if a cultivator at the perfect transformation stage intervened, they absolutely wouldn’t be able to catch up with him.
This was the confidence brought to him by the ancestral cultivation technique of the ancient first Demon Sect!
On the flying boat, Chen Huaian’s expression turned serious as he watched Ji Dong about to escape beyond the range of his spiritual awareness.
“Damn bunch of failures, in the end, I still have to spend money!”
Three options had already popped up on the screen in front of him:
[Recharge 6￥ to use the Great Mount Meru Hand to grab Ji Dong and instantly refine him!]
[Recharge 66￥ to summon a sword, shattering Ji Dong’s hope!]
[Recharge 666￥ to use the Great Sun Heaven-Residual Leg, giving Ji Dong a foot control bonus!]
