"These people don't seem that strong!" A hint of excitement flashed in Liu Rouxin's eyes. Were they finally going to fight?

Fight! Fight!

Liang Yi's gaze was fixed, and in the midst of it, a majestic White Tiger illusion, stepping on a cluster of thunderous clouds, rushed toward the light pillar with an awe-inspiring and unstoppable momentum.

As far as they were concerned, they were the hunters; they just needed to use their overwhelming posture to kill their enemies decisively, without considering anything else.

In the dark clouds transformed by the White Tiger Envoy's confidants, every person wore a bloodthirsty and cruel smile. They had not seen blood for too long and were impatient!

They wanted to hear the helpless wailing like that of a little lamb, to see the dying struggle in their eyes, to hear the groveling plea for mercy as dignity was cast aside, to see blood dye everything red as it flowed!

All of these would soothe their restless hearts and satisfy them.

As confidants of the White Tiger Envoy, they handled affairs that other confidants of the Devouring Spirit Sect, placed within other forces, could not undertake. They acted solely for their own faction to climb higher ranks.

They had killed countless geniuses, and even numerous disciples from super forces had fallen to them, yet nobody knew the truth!

Now, they were just killing as usual, completely unaware of any anomalies.

The White Tiger lounging leisurely on the dark clouds never expected any accidents on this journey, fully preoccupied with other matters.

The matter of lifespan had always been his concern. Although he possessed an unmatched power that allowed him to kill wantonly, the time he could enjoy was far too short.

He wanted a longer life; he wanted to enjoy the thrill of killing forever!

The opportunity to change this situation, the White Tiger Envoy had a vague premonition, might involve the Blood Demon in this Secret Realm.

As long as he killed the Blood Demon and devoured that trace of Innate Spiritual Light with his Soul Devouring ability, he might become the new Blood Demon of this epoch!

White Tiger Envoy was unaware of Liu Rouxin's identity as the Blood Demon of the Blood Control Sect.

In his eyes, since every epoch produced a Blood Demon, was there anyone more suitable for this epoch than Bai Sheng?

If he combined the killing prowess of the White Tiger, the Soul Devouring ability of the Devouring Spirit Sect, and the innate ability of the Blood Demon, it was not impossible for someone with his talent and innate abilities to surpass Chen Hua and claim the top spot in the Cultivation World!

Bai Sheng grew more excited the more he thought about it, as if he could already see the day when he would step on Chen Hua!

All he needed was to find the Blood Demon, all he needed was to kill the Blood Demon!

"Squeak—"

A sharp, piercing cry suddenly erupted!

A Vermilion Bird illusion burst forth from the void with a speed faster than lightning, kicked the still dazed White Tiger directly, carrying him towards the sky and disappeared into the sea of clouds!

The battlefield of two Eighth Realm cultivators could only be placed above the Nine Heavens in the void space; otherwise, no matter if the Secret Realm could withstand it, Liang Yi and the others below certainly could not.

The White Tiger was gone, leaving only a cluster of dark clouds still foolishly remaining in place.

But Liang Yi and the others naturally wouldn't give them time to react. As soon as Zhou Yuqing, transformed into the Vermilion Bird, appeared, Liang Yi and the others' attacks had already arrived in the blink of an eye!

A roaring Blood Dragon took the lead, its blood-colored aura tearing through the sky. The spear was like a dragon, especially since it contained the soul of a true dragon!

Liu Rouxin excitedly found a Sixth Realm cultivator and directly thrust her spear at him.

The entire cluster of dark clouds, torn apart by the Blood Dragon's fangs, helplessly split apart, turning into a Seventh Realm mid-stage and four Sixth Realm late-stage cultivators.

They did not understand how this inexplicably emerged little girl could be so daring—an insignificant middle Sixth Realm cultivator daring to brazenly attack them.

"Big brother, that seems to be the Chief of the Blood Control Sect, what should we do?" One Devouring Spirit Sect cultivator, wary of deceit, turned to the only Seventh Realm cultivator among them, also their eldest brother.

"Attack! Kill her!" A man called Huang Changkong coldly ordered with a wave of his hand.

The apparition of the Vermilion Bird must be a defector from the sect. They needed to quickly deal with this fool, then rush up to assist the White Tiger Envoy.

Even if it was the Chief of the Blood Control Sect, they would show no mercy!

"Yes!" With the order from the eldest brother, the other four also sneered coldly. Although they might not be able to defeat the Chief of a super force one-on-one, they were determined not to let this arrogant individual escape four-on-one.

However, Liu Rouxin was as if she saw nothing, quickly scanning her eyes over. The paths taken by these four Devouring Spirit Sect cultivators were quite similar, all four of them were body cultivators, but Su Youyi's gaze still lay solely on the one farthest to the left.

This spear thrust, he must take it!

The Body Cultivator ranked fifth became furiously enraged when he saw that even at the risk of serious injury, Liu Rouxin was determined to strike him with her spear. How dare she look down on him like this! He vowed to pulverize that ignorant woman into minced meat with his fists, one punch after another!

"Meow!"

And before the attacks of the other three could land on Liu Rouxin, another roar that shook the heavens and earth made all three of them stiffen simultaneously.

An orange beast emerged howling from the void, with its massive gaping maw aiming directly at one of the three without any trace of mercy!

The sight of those cold, gleaming teeth sparked an overwhelming sense of danger in that person's heart. He even doubted whether his body, tempered through thousands of trials, could withstand those fangs...

Following the beast was a punch imbued with the smell of alcohol.

With an attack-for-attack strategy, it appeared abruptly, scattering one of their assaults and smashing towards the very person responsible!

The Immortal Dynasty of Xuanzhou was known for its Body Cultivation, and the Immortal Emperor Zhou Zhukong was indeed the foremost cultivator of body-killing techniques in the present era! As his son, Zhou Zuixi was certainly not one who only knew how to drink.

With drunken eyes yet a clear mind, Zhou Zuixi viewed the world in a blur, yet every punch he threw seemed tipsy but inevitably landed on the weak points of his opponents, an incredibly uncomfortable experience for them!

"Third brother!"

The Cultivator who appeared to be ranked second was caught off guard by this sudden and fierce attack, urgently wanting to help his younger siblings.

If the brothers coordinated in unity, even facing these disciples from who knows where, they could remain undefeated, but now that they were scattered, it was difficult to maintain their near-telepathic coordination.

Without that telepathic sensation, their combat effectiveness would plummet dramatically.

Before he could rush forward, a faint fragrance lingered in his nostrils.

The moment he smelled the fragrance, Huang the Elder became alert and immediately sealed off his sense of smell.

But to his horror, the closure of his sense of smell was completely useless.

A dizziness began to spread from his Divine Soul at an alarming rate towards his body; barely a breath's time had passed, and his tightly clenched fists became slightly numb, even beginning to lose his sense of touch...

For a Body Cultivator, such a situation was utterly impossible.

After the deprivation of both the sense of smell and touch, his vision also plunged into darkness, with the world before him disappearing into a quiet, chilly silence.

And the last of his taste quietly vanished without him noticing as well.

Soundless, sightless, touchless, tasteless, and odorless – all five senses stripped away!

To Huang the Elder's other brothers, their second brother seemed as if he had gone insane. Clearly, that young fox tribe girl was right before their eyes, but their second brother just stood there, frozen and unmoving.

"Elder brother!" Sensing a peculiar aura emanating from that fox tribe girl, who smiled unfazed, Huang the Elder could no longer sit still and furrowed his brows, shouting coldly.

He even employed a Secret Technique that vibrated the Divine Soul, attempting to awaken his second brother.

But in reality, their second brother still stood there, as dumb and dazed as an idiotic, hanging in front of the fox tribe girl.

Yue Bai smiled gently; the fox tribe's Innate Divine Ability was especially capable of confusing one's mind, proving irresistible when the unaware are pitted against the prepared. The Devouring Spirit Sect member stripped of his five senses wouldn't break free from this state unless she permitted it.

And being in a soundless, sightless, touchless, tasteless, and odorless sealed space, where even the passage of time was undetectable, compounded by the special aspects of Qingqiu's Secret Technique – within ten hours, this person from the Devouring Spirit Sect would dissipate into nothingness.

Huang the Elder, witnessing how each of his brothers was put in grave danger by this sudden ambush, finally decided to take matters into his own hands. He felt that if he continued to be overconfident, the five of them might meet their doom right there.

Just when he thought his opponents had exhausted all their tricks, two dazzling sword lights, harboring a pair of indifferent eyes behind them, suddenly emerged from the void in the space directly opposite him.

After all, Huang the Elder was a Seventh Realm Cultivator; his composure was close to absolute control. The moment the void rippled, a deadly sense of crisis welled up in his heart.

The direct intuition gained from a Body Cultivator's rigorous training and the danger instincts honed by years of life-and-death battles enabled him to make the wisest decision instantly.

"Clap!" Huang the Elder brought his hands together fiercely, and a tremendous force burst forth between his palms, sending waves of crushing power sweeping outwards that could obliterate a towering mountain in the blink of an eye.

He didn't intend to use this force to fend off the two sword lights but rather to retreat by leveraging the shock waves to gain distance!

Liang Yi and Su Youyi did not expect this person's reaction to be so swift, even though they had been so cautiously concealed, but it was still not enough against the Body Cultivator's intuitive sense of danger.

But the sword had already been swung, and there was no turning back.

Although Huang the Elder had managed to create a little distance, it only gave him a moment's respite, and being struck down was an inevitable conclusion.

Huang the Elder himself realized this, tensing his muscles all over, with Spiritual Power surging violently within him, all for the sake of fighting for a sliver of vitality with the upcoming punch.

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