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In the sky.

As Elder Qian’s Golden Core exploded, a wave of destructive force swept in all directions.

This also marked the fall of Elder Qian, a Golden Core Perfection Cultivator renowned in the Great Jin.

Hua Tianxiong’s strong support collapsed along with this...

"Blood-Fiend Demon Lord, if you dare kill an elder of my Lihuo Palace, I will fight with you to the death!"

Master Lihuo watched Elder Qian’s Golden Core self-destruct, his eyes cracked, and his golden hair wildly fluttered.

To train a cultivator like Elder Qian, Lihuo Palace had poured in countless resources and effort.

Moreover, Elder Qian’s contributions to Lihuo Palace were invaluable.

Master Lihuo had planned to cultivate him with utmost care.

Yet Blood-Fiend Demon Lord had secretly targeted Elder Qian, employing the Soul Implantation Technique without anyone noticing.

"Heh heh! Old Monster Lihuo, you’ll soon be reunited with your disciples."

As a sinister voice rang out.

Amid the shockwave of the Golden Core explosion, a mass of pitch-black demonic qi slowly emerged, gathering into the terrifying figure of the Blood-Fiend Demon Lord.

The Blood-Fiend Demon Lord wore a robe with blood pattern python designs, appearing as a stern and cold-faced middle-aged man, exuding an aura of early-stage nascent soul.

However, his mana appeared significantly stronger than Master Lihuo’s.

Just a slight difference, and he could reach the mid-stage nascent soul level, and the demon technique he practiced was extremely fierce and domineering.

As soon as he appeared, he exuded a suffocating pressure.

"Originally, I intended to lure out those guys from the Demon Race, but I didn’t expect to catch you, the big fish. Truly, the Blood-Fiend Soul Implantation Technique wasn’t wasted."

"After all, secretly implanting the Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique in that dead disciple of yours required quite a bit of effort."

"It was a trap all along?!"

Without another word, Master Lihuo took out a blue talisman, slapped it on himself, and instantly vanished from sight?

Not a hint of hesitation.

"Hahaha! Fellow Daoist Lihuo, where are you running off to?"

At this moment.

In another part of the void, a figure appeared, this person emaciated and dressed in a yellow robe.

In his hand was a yellow-skinned gourd spiritual treasure, pointing southwest in the void.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Several dark gusts of sinister wind swept out, wailing like ghosts and wolves.

The embarrassed figure of Master Lihuo reappeared from the void.

"It’s you! Old Ghost Ghostly Sand!"

"You actually colluded with the demonic path of the Blood Realm!"

"Do you intend to oppose the entire Human Realm?!"

Master Lihuo’s face turned incredibly grim, having suffered some hidden injuries from True Monarch Ghostly Sand’s secret attack.

"Heh heh! You can only blame yourself for not being more accommodating. I invited you sincerely before, to deal with that kid together, but you hesitated. Thus, I had to seek another partner."

"Originally, our target was True Monarch Wangyue, but somehow it ended up being you."

"You can only blame fate for that."

"My Netherworld Celestial Divine Sand can extinguish souls and break escape techniques and talisman treasures, so Fellow Daoist Lihuo, you better stop thinking about escaping with such techniques."

"Netherworld Celestial Divine Sand? You’ve actually mastered the Netherworld Heavy Water Scripture?!" Master Lihuo’s eyes widened in disbelief.

True Monarch Ghostly Sand’s face twitched, an eerie smile on his lips: "Not quite there yet, but capturing you will secure a promise from Blood Aversion Fellow Daoist."

"Completing it will only be a matter of time."

"Fellow Daoist Lihuo, with both of us here, even you have no chance of survival, so surrender obediently."

After True Monarch Ghostly Sand spoke, his gaze turned chilling, and the gourd spiritual treasure in his hand suddenly shone brightly, expanding to two zhang in size in midair.

Following this, a gust of dark wind blew, mixed with numerous black crystal grains, forming several large tornadoes, converging toward Master Lihuo.

The Blood-Fiend Demon Lord raised his hand, summoning an early-stage Tier Four Bloodscale Demon Python, over three hundred zhang long, emanating a terrifying aura, with a scarlet tongue, opening its huge mouth to roar and bite at Master Lihuo.

Upon seeing this, Master Lihuo’s face turned extremely pale, "How could there be such a high-tier demon being..."

He gritted his teeth and pointed a finger.

Bzz!

An ancient-looking, ink-colored spiritual ruler flew out, transforming instantly into a rain of ink-colored ruler shadows, each several dozen zhang big, emitting terrifying power, sweeping in all directions.

After deploying this treasure, Master Lihuo’s face turned even paler, clearly indicating that using this ancient ruler required a significant cost, even straining the mana of a Nascent Soul True Monarch slightly.

"It’s the Tier Four Middle-Grade Spiritual Treasure—Eight Extremes Ruler!"

"Looks like Lihuo Palace has quite the foundation!"

True Monarch Ghostly Sand exclaimed, hurriedly retrieving the yellow-skinned gourd, and with a hand sign change.

The gourd’s color changed abruptly, transforming into a black hue.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

A stream of black water spurted out, forming a black river in the air, pouring down, colliding with the ink ruler shadows!

Rumble!

In an instant, the three beings besieged Master Lihuo, causing heaven and earth to shatter, the winds and clouds to change color.

Master Lihuo’s escape route was cut off, entering a frantic desperate state.

Yet, despite his various means, he gradually fell into a disadvantage under the joint assault of the Blood-Fiend Demon Lord and True Monarch Ghostly Sand.

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Meanwhile.

The clash between the Nascent Soul Great Powers, shaking the earth and mountains, disrupted the spiritual qi of the heavens and the earth, had already reached Qin Ming’s ears, who had just left not long ago.