Huangfu Yi maintained a cold expression, under the disdainful gaze of these demons, pulling out the wooden stakes and iron nails piercing his body, picking up the iron rod on the ground, and preparing for a thrusting stance. In that moment, he felt neither joy nor anger, neither sorrow nor fear, as he charged towards the demon figure!

What's the worst that could happen? Just a mere death!

"Flame Wind Blazing Fire! Yao Guang Slaughter Demon!"

At this moment, Huangfu Yi's severe injuries were not yet healed, not to mention his full Qi Gong was unused, even his Gang Fist skills couldn't be executed at all. He could only wield the rod as a sword, executing move after move of the Flame Wind Blazing Fire Sword, exhausting all his Qi Power to gather a glimmer of sword light, desperately thrusting towards the Blood Demon.

But with such skill, how could he possibly harm this Blood Demon, who had just mastered Demon Skill, in the slightest? But the Demon Head seemed intent on toying with him, not even counterattacking, but instead strolling leisurely with hands behind its back amidst his sword moves, dodging while shaking its head and commenting,

"Poor, poor, so poor! I thought you might be a True Inheritor from somewhere, but I can't even figure out your origins. Why is it that once you start, all you have are these flashy, flowery moves? Do you look down on me so much that you don't even bother to show your real skills at death's door?"

"Bastard! This is my family's secret art! How is it garbage!"

Huangfu Yi was also helpless. The Flame Wind Blazing Fire Sword indeed had wide openings between moves, and without the cooperation of Flame Fist to set things ablaze, it indeed looked prone to flaws... Of course, even with the fire technique, without casting several sword lights, it probably couldn't cut down even the guardian.

"Bang!"

"Puh!"

As a result of a momentary distraction, his sword move slowed for an instant, and the Blood Man dodged swiftly, landing a handprint on Huangfu Yi's chest, sending him flying through the air with a "splat!" landing into a vat.

Falling into a vat filled with piled flesh and viscera, dismembered limbs, Huangfu Yi suddenly opened his eyes, seeing only the empty face skin of the constable from Pi State, who had been chatting with him not long ago, making him gasp in horror and rage, his mouth and nose immediately flooded with Blood Wine, while the walls were lined with slippery viscera intestines, causing him to choke and unable to climb out.

"Splash."

Then the Dragon Monster reached in, fished him out, licking its tongue and drooling,

"Marinated enough, is it ready to eat?"

The Blood Demon counted on its fingers, smiling,

"Hehe, no need to rush, Daoist Brother, this boy must have consumed many rare treasures and eaten many Immortal Elixirs, undergoing Rebirth, cleansing his Bone Marrow.

Look at him, once a useless prisoner, now fighting desperately out of the cage, how many freaks like this exist in the world?

I estimate at this rate of resurrection and evolution, by dawn, he'll be fully recovered and well. He will then need to loosen his muscles and bones, stretch his meridians, and dissipate the medicinal potency throughout his whole body's meridians and cavities.

Eating him then would yield the best effect."

"Alright, you're accurate, I'll listen to you."

The Dragon Monster gulped audibly, casually tossing Huangfu Yi back onto the ground, causing a splash of blood.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Huangfu Yi coughed, retching from the Blood Wine, gripping the Iron Rod, panting, performing Qi Replenishment, glaring at the demon in front of him.

The Blood Demon, performing calculations with its fingers, smiled, sweeping its gaze over him,

"With such Immortal Fate, you must have more than just this small amount of skill. Show me your real ability, let me witness the methods of a Mountain Man."

"Die—!"

Huangfu Yi didn't bother to waste words with this wicked demon; any words needed were best said by his sword!

But he also understood, relying on the signature routine of his Flame Wind Blazing Fire Sword might suffice against petty soldiers, but in such a peak duel against one far more powerful than himself, it was, in reality, useless, or more precisely, simply inadequate.

So, standing at death's door, Huangfu Yi focused solely on driving the sword in his hand into the demon head's face!

Completely concentrating, he unexpectedly entered a realm akin to practicing Inner Strength, as if training alongside the Blood Demon. One sword thrust out, another following, directly chasing after the Blood Shadow, mimicking Zhang San's initial thrust, then thrusting out yet another!

Abandoning all fancy moves, casting away all distracting thoughts, relentlessly thrusting with the rod as a sword, seeking to increase sword speed to the maximum!

Seeking to pierce this sword into the demon's face!

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

Each move, each form, each sword seemingly locked onto the head! Pursuing the Blood Demon as if locked on! Already by the second round, Huangfu Yi had discerned and countered the weaknesses in his sword moves, figured out the Blood Demon's Step Technique! Each time it dodged, the sword was already waiting as it lunged in!

But it was still not enough! Too slow!

"Bang!"

"Ugh!"

"Splash!"

Again, with a toss of a handprint, he was sent flying like a spinning top, crashing back into the vat once more!

Too slow, too slow, Huangfu Yi's sword was still too slow.

If he were in peak condition, with Gang Fist acceleration and sword light flashing, perhaps he could multiply his strength and fight. But now, full of blood holes from stakes and pincers, unable to even exert muscle strength, his entire body's movements were out of shape, barely able to stand steadily. Even if he could see through, how could the sword blade reach the fleeting Blood Shadow amidst the pool of blood, the vanishing demon?

Thus, he lost again.

The Dragon Monster sucked his fingers,

"We really don't have to keep marinating, I can't actually taste much beyond the blood and flesh, it's merely a taste of atmosphere."

The Blood Demon laughed,

"Daoist Brother lacks understanding, the meat must have well-marbled fat and lean parts to taste good. This boy has too much muscle, too tough, too dry to chew, not good texture. If slaughtered in panic, it would taste sour, best to loosen his muscles, unsettle his Daoist Heart, then it's fit to be prepared properly."

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