The elder elder on the side, listening to the conversation between Ye Qianmei and Shangguan Yu, his eyes kept darting around, wondering what unspeakable things he was pondering!

"Bai Xiaofan, I have to say, you really were unexpected to this old man!"

Modao Zi glanced at his right arm, which had lost combat power, and stared gloomily ahead at Bai Xiaofan, whose one arm was similarly incapacitated, speaking with a sinister tone.

Just like Shangguan Yu, through the battle between Bai Xiaofan and Duan Lang, he could also ascertain that Bai Xiaofan's spells were endless, but he did not expect Bai Xiaofan's physical strength to be so formidable.

Originally thought Bai Xiaofan hadn't healed much from his injuries, dealing with him shouldn't be too difficult.

Unexpectedly, after a fierce clash, he had fallen to such a situation.

"Unexpected? There are more surprises. Do you want to try?"

Bai Xiaofan's lips curled with a playful arc, and he slowly raised his left hand, gently brushing over the sharp white bone spur suddenly protruding from his right elbow.

A dark golden immortal essence enveloped Bai Xiaofan's palm, covering the fracture on his right arm.

In an instant, the dark golden light actually seeped into the fracture of his right arm.

With the infusion of the dark golden immortal essence, the injury on Bai Xiaofan's right arm miraculously healed as if new, and the hideous exposed white broken bone was now completely gone, as if it had never existed.

Gasp!

Everyone witnessed this scene and couldn't help but gasp.

Your mom, are you frigging human?

His arm was broken, and it could instantly recover as if new?

This is frigging too much cheating, right?

In a fight, who the hell could stand against you?

Crack! Crack!

After his arm returned to normal, Bai Xiaofan slightly shook his arm, producing bone-rattling sounds that reached everyone's ears.

Hearing this sound, everyone felt a chilling frost creeping from their feet to their scalp, involuntarily shivering!

"So? Any more surprises?"

Bai Xiaofan ignored the reactions below, a mysterious glint flashed in his eyes as he looked at the opposite Modao Zi with a playful smile.

At this moment, the temperament of Bai Xiaofan seemed to have changed.

Originally clad in a blue robe, Bai Xiaofan gave off a gentle, refreshing breeze-like feeling; even when witnessing Bai Xiaofan severely injuring Duan Lang and his arm breaking, this feeling lingered.

But now, with the playful arc at Bai Xiaofan's lips, there was suddenly a sinister feeling, as if the person standing there was not Bai Xiaofan, but a completely unfamiliar person.

This feeling was not only felt by strangers to Bai Xiaofan, but even those somewhat familiar with Bai Xiaofan like Yaoyao and Xiao Qing felt it too.

"Look, the hair… the hair changed color!"

Suddenly, someone within the Blood Demon Imperial City shouted.

With this shout, everyone's eyes turned towards Bai Xiaofan and Modao Zi, as these were the only two capable of causing such exclamations.

Everyone first looked at Modao Zi, but found no change on his body, then moved their gaze to Bai Xiaofan. Everyone momentarily froze, eyes widening as if witnessing something unbelievable!

The originally silver-haired Bai Xiaofan, at that moment, his hair turned black, even darker than a well-maintained maiden's hair.

Not only that, even the blue robe he wore had turned black at that moment!

Black as ink!

Even darker than the clothes Duan Lang wore on the other side!

With ink-black robes and black hair, in the blood-tinged skies of the Blood Demon Imperial City, it was so glaring that everyone naturally squinted, as if suddenly exposed to blinding sunlight after years in darkness!

"Lu…"

Gazing at Bai Xiaofan, who was currently completely different from before, Ye Qianmei's mesmerizing eyes flashed with a slight hint of doubt and delight.

Parting her lips, a word that no one understood leaped from her red lips!

"You… who exactly are you?"

Feeling the bone-chilling aura emanating from Bai Xiaofan, even the experienced and well-traveled Modao Zi's voice carried a slight tremble.

Who exactly is this person?

Why would an average cultivator exude such a chilling aura?

Though Modao Zi had killed countless people in his life, and his killing intent was almost tangible, he had never encountered someone with killing intent as terrifying as Bai Xiaofan.

This dense killing intent, as Modao Zi guessed, would require the slaying of a million formidable enemies to reach such a horrifying degree.

In his life, Modao Zi had seen strong ones, and the one with the densest killing intent was the owner of the statue standing behind him, the saint of their Blood Demon clan.

Modao Zi once believed that he would never encounter another with killing intent that rivals that of the saint.

Never expected that today, he would sense the profound killing intent on Bai Xiaofan, almost equal to the saint.

No wonder…

No wonder Bai Xiaofan could comprehend the Artistic Conception of Killing!

If he could slay so many strong foes, he surely could comprehend the Artistic Conception of Killing too.

But to slay a million foes, isn't that extraordinarily challenging?

Even if slaying one foe per minute, over a continuous, uninterrupted day, it would only result in fourteen hundred and forty foes slain!

A million foes would take nearly a thousand days and nights.

It seems not too many, but who can persist non-stop through a thousand days and nights of killing?

And where to find so many experts for slaying?

Moreover, the Bai Xiaofan in front of them appears only in his early twenties, doesn't he need time to cultivate?

So, at the moment Modao Zi asked this question, he already had his answer.

No matter what answer Bai Xiaofan gave, he was an undisputed war god, a veritable god of killing, a demon from the depths of hell, slaying and drinking blood!

Even someone as powerful as Modao Zi felt slightly daunted facing this war god!

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