Peng Mi gritted his teeth, clutching the knife and engaged in combat.

A long time... a very long time...

The man remained evenly matched with him.

This made Peng Mi feel uneasy for no particular reason.

Because it seemed like the opponent was baiting him.

"Poison Sea!"

Peng Mi realized with the opponent’s speed, he couldn’t escape. He swung the Spirit Blade, and the Poison Domain around him grew even more ominously green.

And at that moment, the white shadow once again flashed with lightning speed that defied logic.

The lightning again split the Poison Domain, emerging from the other end.

Peng Mi’s reflexes were incredibly fast, and just as the cold glint approached, he dodged hastily, avoiding it.

But this time, the lightning was much faster than before.

As a result, his left cheek was left with a blade scar, scalding blood flowing from it, like a "loosely shut tap dripping sporadically with two or three drops of blood."

But then, the loosely shut tap turned into a pipe, and then switched to a high-pressure hose.

Peng Mi, not paying attention, found the muscles on his cheek rippling like a "rug vibrating ’guruluguru’," while near his mouth it flipped quickly like a boiling pot lid "dudududu," with a torrent of blood rushing out of him, rapidly flowing into the Poison Domain only to be corroded.

But the suction didn’t stop.

And again, the white shadow turned, flashing with lightning.

Peng Mi hurriedly tried to stop the bleeding; with his skill, he could control muscle at will, sealing the wound should be easy?

But when he tried to seal it, he found the wound’s Shadow Blood flowed extremely fast...

He had just finished sealing the wound when the distant flash of lightning was right in front of him.

"Who!"

"Who?!"

"Who!!!"

Peng Mi seemed like a floating green eggshell in the air, while the lightning shuttled back and forth inside this shell, mesmerizing Jing Ruyi below.

In the green Poison Domain, spiritual artifacts were occasionally thrown out, but no matter what artifact or Dharma Gate, the white shadow broke them all with a single sword...

Ding!

Ding!

One spiritual artifact after another was deflected.

Even the Black Lotus Petal Peng Mi threw was deflected the same way.

Meanwhile, the wounds on his body kept increasing.

He had to exert all his effort to make the wounds heal instantly as they formed, otherwise, his blood would flow out.

Gradually...

He controlled fewer things.

He focused solely on controlling the poison domain and blade.

Gradually...

He stopped controlling the poison domain, since it couldn’t block the lightning.

He started focusing with all his energy on escaping, quickly patching up the wounds.

Peng Mi’s mind was in disarray; he didn’t know how many wounds he had, maybe tens, hundreds, or even thousands?

He desperately slashed with his blade, desperately patched up the wounds...

But he couldn’t escape, because the opponent’s speed was too fast, unnaturally fast.

The white shadow languidly pursued.

Peng Mi finally used a gap to see the opponent clearly; it was Gu Xuejian, the Vice Hall Master of Divine Wood Hall.

But how could Gu Xuejian possibly be a match for him?

His pupils narrowed, fixating on the sword in Gu Xuejian’s hand for a moment.

What kind of sword was that?

Demon Sword?

Divine Sword?

It seemed like light and dark intertwined into one, like both Divine Spirit and Devil appeared simultaneously; it felt like the peak of all spiritual artifacts, spanning across the peak, overlooking all beings below.

Slowly, Peng Mi lost rhythm, unable to patch up a wound behind him in time, blood from the wound flowed like a stream towards that black and white sword.

Lightning continued flashing, creating new wounds on Peng Mi.

More and more wounds became impossible to handle, more and more streams of blood flowed from Peng Mi’s body.

These streams formed into thin tendrils, converging onto the flashed lightning, making Gu Xuejian’s face turn even more rosy, her eyes increasingly bright, her aura becoming even more terrifying.

Eventually, Peng Mi stopped fleeing, suddenly turned, landed, looked to the sky, and said, "Leave me a way out; name your terms!"

Gu Xuejian waved the sword in her hand: "Isn’t it Li Yuan’s Forged Soldier you were looking for?"

"Impossible! This is Li Yuan’s Forged Soldier?"

Peng Mi was stunned.

He thought it was some Exotic Treasure from unknown origins, at least similar level to treasures hidden in the Great Zhou Armory.

But the Great Zhou Armory, Emperor wouldn’t open its doors at any cost.

"You killed many of the Fifth Grade in Divine Wood Hall; today it’s time to pay your blood debts."

Gu Xuejian held her sword, diving down.

Peng Mi was speechless.

The Life Force of Fourth Grade compared to Fifth Grade had greatly improved.

The Fifth Grade wouldn’t die unless the heart was destroyed, but Fourth Grade... as long as there was one drop of blood left, they could revive.

However, the sword of this woman before him... absorbs blood.

Why was there a blood-sucking sword in the world?

Peng Mi was helpless and continued to escape.

Gu Xuejian continued her pursuit.

After a long while...

Peng Mi had become a sieve made of blood, countless streams of blood around him surged towards Gu Xuejian, the blood thick like lotus root strands, bizarrely enchanting in mid-air.

Peng Mi looked fiercely at Gu Xuejian, then exploded entirely...

Droplets of blood shot deep into the ground, while others split the air, embedding into nearby rocks, tree tips...

He wanted to gamble, to escape.

Blood-sucking had its range; as long as one of his drops escaped, he could survive.

Unfortunately, Gu Xuejian followed him down, searched everywhere, absorbed all the blood clean, then picked up Peng Mi’s emerald long blade, carefully examining it.

Jing Ruyi stumbled over, respectfully saying, "Greetings, Lady Hall Master."

Gu Xuejian swung the blade back casually, then said, "Collect it well, take it back."

"What about you?"

"Me?" Gu Xuejian looked up and said, "I just killed Peng Mi, suddenly advancing to Fourth Grade. I think I could venture south, consolidate my realm, and set up a cenotaph for Master Li in Shanbao County. Consider it like he’s returned home."

Having said that, Gu Xuejian suddenly soared into the sky, starting to swiftly slay the invading enemies, with each strike, brilliant blood-like tendrils connected from all directions to her, making her tireless, growing stronger with each battle, stronger even than when Li Yuan had seen her.