Lv Qingzhu’s sword shadows flickered, and the blood threads floating and writhing around Blood Monk Wu Xiang’s body gathered and dispersed like sand art, constantly converging and scattering as they blocked one lethal move after another from Lv Qingzhu.

However, Wu Xiang’s unfailing Sumeru Blade Technique couldn’t withstand even a single move in Lv Qingzhu’s hands. If not for the protection of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill, Wu Xiang would have fallen long ago.

The old farmer’s heart trembled. If Wu Xiang fell, the next to die would be him! But with the Filthy Blood Divine Skill’s protection, he could disregard Duan Rong’s attacks.

At this moment, the old farmer’s body was surrounded by floating blood threads. He suddenly ignored Duan Rong’s attacks and walked towards Lv Qingzhu.

He actually intended to directly ignore Duan Rong and team up with Blood Monk Wu Xiang again to attack Lv Qingzhu from both sides.

The moment the old farmer moved, Duan Rong sensed his intention.

Gritting his teeth, Duan Rong’s saber shadows quickened, but the blood threads floating around the old farmer’s body followed like shadows, gathering and dispersing alternately, blocking all his attacks.

Duan Rong suddenly leaped, the afterimages of plum blossoms abruptly blooming, three Willow Leaf Sabers shot out explosively, scattering towards the old farmer in front of him!

The three flying sabers were barely inches away!

The blood threads surrounding the old farmer’s body suddenly gathered and swelled at his chest, abdomen, and shoulder, instantly deflecting the three flying sabers silently.

Duan Rong’s expression tightened as he slashed towards the old farmer’s head, but even his full-realm strike was blocked by the blood threads that suddenly gathered and swelled.

Under Duan Rong’s continuous and intense attacks, the old farmer had already reached Lv Qingzhu’s back.

Lv Qingzhu and Blood Monk Wu Xiang both noticed the change from behind.

Lv Qingzhu reduced his offensive, starting to spread his focus, paying attention to his back.

As Lv Qingzhu’s sword shadow flickered, cutting towards Wu Xiang, the old farmer seized the opportunity, suddenly gripping his chopper tightly, and swung it at Lv Qingzhu’s back.

But just as the old farmer extended the chopper, Duan Rong leaped forth, and with a flash of the Minghong Saber’s shadow, he horizontally cut towards the old farmer’s chopper.

With a clang, the old farmer felt a numbness in the tiger’s mouth of his hand holding the saber. If it weren’t for the densely twined blood threads on his hand, the impact would have knocked his weapon, sending it flying!

The Filthy Blood Divine Skill, though miraculous, couldn’t enhance a Martial Arts Realm!

After all, the old farmer was only at Micro Realm, while Duan Rong had achieved Great Perfection.

Duan Rong successfully struck, which both Lv Qingzhu and Blood Monk Wu Xiang witnessed.

Lv Qingzhu’s heart stirred, and his offensive became fierce once more.

Wu Xiang’s withered gaze showed a hint of death with Lv Qingzhu’s renewed ferocity.

Even though the old farmer had the Filthy Blood Divine Skill’s protection, allowing him to ignore Duan Rong’s attacks, with Duan Rong watching over, he could no longer harass Lv Qingzhu.

At this point, standing there, he became nothing more than a blood-colored ornament.

As the old farmer stood, watching Wu Xiang weaken further and further, anxiety burned within him. However, Duan Rong’s saber shadows still flickered around him, leaving him helpless.

He had joined the sect as a farmer. If not for the Filthy Blood Sect having no one in its early years, they wouldn’t have developed him. Although he had some success with the Filthy Blood Divine Skill, he had few other means.

While the old farmer was anxious and helpless, Lv Qingzhu slashed at Wu Xiang’s throat again. The gathered blood threads swelled, but they collapsed upon contact with Lv Qingzhu’s resolute Sword Edge.

The "blood" Wu Xiang used to activate the Filthy Blood Divine Skill had been exhausted at this moment.

With desolate eyes, Wu Xiang saw the lone plum in Lv Qingzhu’s deep gaze, and with a decisive sword, he severed Wu Xiang’s head!

Wu Xiang’s bald head flew, yet no blood splattered, only because his blood had already run dry.

At the severed neck of Wu Xiang, countless dense blood threads emerged, writhing like maggots...

The old farmer hadn’t expected Wu Xiang to be killed so swiftly by Lv Qingzhu.

At this moment, he deeply regretted being swayed by Wu Xiang’s manipulation and acting impulsively to wade into these muddy waters.

With Wu Xiang dead, facing two enemies alone, how could he find a way to survive?

Sure enough, as soon as Wu Xiang was beheaded, Lv Qingzhu’s sword extended forward, while Duan Rong joined in, attacking the old farmer from front and back.

The old farmer was extremely embarrassed. Even though he held a chopper, he dared not attack. Both of their realms were higher than his—initiating a move, and he would lose his weapon upon contact.

Though Lv Qingzhu joined the fight, Duan Rong’s Minghong Saber shadows grew even fiercer. He had just used Divine Sense Investigation on Lv Qingzhu’s Dantian and found Lv Qingzhu almost depleted of True Qi.

The old farmer’s Filthy Blood Divine Skill, having sustained him thus far, had already consumed much. Under Lv Qingzhu and Duan Rong’s successive attacks, within just a few breaths, the old farmer’s lips turned bloodless.

Lv Qingzhu slashed a sword, his full realm unleashed, solitary as a plum, and the swelling blood threads immediately disintegrated. Without diminishing sword momentum, with one sword, he beheaded the old farmer.

At the instant Lv Qingzhu’s decisive sword struck, Duan Rong’s saber also came crashing down on the old farmer’s chest.

As Lv Qingzhu made the killing blow, and the old farmer’s head flew, the floating blood threads around him instantly seemed to lose their primary spirit, ceasing to gather and swell. Unconsciously, Duan Rong’s saber sliced into the old farmer’s chest.

Duan Rong, to exhaust the old farmer, infused the strike with Inner Breath at full force, landing squarely on the old farmer’s chest.

Where the saber fell, a puff of white smoke suddenly rose...