The Mirror Legacy

The flesh and bones in the air swiftly condensed into chains, binding the limbs of the black-robed cultivator. Below, Jiang Yan completed the final hand seals of his spell. The cultivator was already in a state of shock and despair, watching as the black serpent slithered around his neck.

"Senior, since you know I am from Mount Wu and are aware of many secrets, you should also know that even if I cannot defeat you, I have plenty of ways to take you down with me!" he yelled threateningly.

With a resolute expression, the cultivator glared at the approaching black serpent. The serpent flicked its tongue and let out a cold laugh, taunting, "Why not give it a try?"

The black-robed cultivator's eyes widened in sudden realization, and he exclaimed, "This is... Blood Drinker! How is this possible?!... You!"

Strange, dark red mana lights began to rise from his body, obediently flowing toward Jiang Boqing, dancing and swirling around the serpent.

"Why is it impossible?" Jiang Boqing continued taunting as he flicked his tongue, his hissing voice calming down as he said lightly, "I, too, once sought the Supreme Shaman's Three Nine Blood Essence. Though I later abandoned that cultivation path to focus on other methods, I am still far stronger than a half-baked cultivator like you."

The black-robed cultivator could only make incoherent sounds, while Jiang Boqing's voice was filled with satisfaction as he exclaimed, "The Blood Drinker still recognizes me, but it holds you in utter contempt!"

Below, Jiang Yan watched the drama unfold lazily, saying, "Master! Did you not want that thunder attribute immortal foundation? What kind of metallic essence does this Blood Drinker have?"

The black serpent straightened its body, finally transforming into a long black whip that slowly fell to the ground. A dark cloud rose on the face of the black-robed cultivator, who began to babble nonsensically.