I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade-Chapter 1545 - 367: I Really Just Want to Quietly See Little Wei An Off (Part 2)
"Hahaha... Ridiculous, truly ridiculous. Go back and tell that bunch in Ling Yuan City, the demon flames surge, the demons are powerful, and it should be us, the devil cultivators, who rise."
Blood God’s Son, Wang He, said proudly, completely disregarding Lin Fan, a person hiding his head and tail who didn’t even dare to show his face, what was there to care about.
The surrounding devil cultivators also laughed arrogantly.
Lin Fan observed them; none seemed like good fellows. He only wanted to live well with little Wei An in the outer city of Ling Yuan City until little Wei An grew old and passed, completing the deal with Elder Wei.
"To avoid endless dreams in the long night, ending early is good."
Lin Fan thought to himself.
Swish!
In an instant, Lin Fan’s figure vanished from his original spot. His sudden disappearance prompted the devil cultivators to search everywhere, yet they couldn’t find any trace of him. Most of them sensed something was wrong and quickly took out ’Amulets’ to enhance themselves.
Some summoned demon artifacts, infused mana into them, and surrounded themselves, forming protection.
Lin Fan’s speed was incredibly fast, not just for them; even if Nascent Soul or Divinity Transformation cultivators came, they couldn’t see his trace. At this moment, Lin Fan’s hands moved in unison, like a dancer gracefully weaving, threading through the crowd.
His arms sliced through the air, causing the void to tremble.
The bodies of the surrounding devil cultivators were severed at the waist, even those with demon artifacts for protection met the same fate.
Demon artifacts shattered, bodies ripped apart.
"Ah... How could this happen?"
Some devil cultivators were stunned by the situation, unable to see the opponent’s figure, yet their fellow cultivators fell victim without a chance to resist.
Thud!
One devil cultivator after another’s bodies continued to break apart; in the blink of an eye, few remained standing.
"Blood Demon, Master, save us."
A devil cultivator cried out to Blood Demon Wang He for help, but Blood Demon was equally shocked. He quickly summoned a demon treasure, an umbrella, which floated above Blood Demon’s head, descending rays of blood light to cover him.
This treasure was reforged by his master, imbued with ’Blood Abyss Demon Qi,’ reaching the mid-grade stage, integrating offense and defense with boundless power.
Blood Demon didn’t know the opponent’s location.
Thus, he couldn’t strike.
He could only keep searching, and his method was to watch the fallen devil cultivators to determine that the opponent must have just appeared over there.
"Not good, very bad, too dangerous."
Blood Demon felt the current situation exceeded his imagination; he hurriedly summoned another demon treasure, a banner made from some kind of binding silk. As Blood Demon planted the banner on the ground, it instantly emitted dazzling blood light.
"Master, it’s all up to you now."
This treasure, called the Blood Demon Banner, contained sixty-six souls of Foundation Establishment cultivators, refined by his master into blood souls. His master also planted a third-level formation within the Blood Demon Banner, using blood souls as the formation’s base, forming a Blood Demon Formation. Core Formation cultivators trapped within, with slightly shallow foundations, risk falling with unfulfilled hatred.
Now, sixty-six blood souls wandered, searching for targets. Once they discovered the opponent’s figure, a grand formation would take shape, initiating a siege.
"Who is he, and why is he so terrifying?"
Blood Demon was vigilant of his surroundings; the death of those devil cultivators had nothing to do with him, but their continuous deaths imposed immense pressure on his mind.
Until now, he still didn’t know who this guy was.
Ling Yuan City couldn’t possibly have such an extraordinary cultivator.
At this moment, the Blood Demon Banner, which should have been mighty, suddenly saw its sixty-six blood souls wail and collapse. With a cracking sound, the Blood Demon Banner instantly shattered; a top-grade Demon Treasure shattered in the blink of an eye, impossible.
Panic engulfed Blood Demon’s heart.
"Senior, my master, Blood Demon Ancestor, I beg you to show mercy." Blood Demon quickly announced his lineage; his master, Blood Demon Ancestor, was a renowned powerhouse in Central State, surely deserving some respect.
But as soon as the umbrella covering his head began to shake and shatter, he knew his master’s name probably wasn’t any use.
Crack!
The umbrella shattered, a mid-grade Demon Treasure gone like that. If other loose cultivators saw this, they’d be heartbroken; it was something many loose cultivators toiled a lifetime for but couldn’t obtain.
"Why does my body feel a sense of separation?"
Blood Demon muttered to himself, looking down to see his lower half unexpectedly split; with a thud, he collapsed, his gaze fixed on his lower half. Though he’d reached Core Formation and wouldn’t die easily, just as he attempted to say something, a devastating pressure swept over, shattering his head.
"It’s over."
Lin Fan looked around, ensuring there were no survivors.
"I gave you all a chance; it’s only you who didn’t cherish it."
He was about to turn and leave, thinking of their Storage Bags. His life with little Wei An required savings; the Spirit Stones left by Elder Wei were nearly depleted, and the fortune-telling he occasionally did for loose cultivators yielded very little.
Blood Demon didn’t have a Storage Bag but a Storage Ring. Upon opening it, he found an abundance of Spirit Stones and some miscellaneous items; it looked quite plentiful, but unfortunately, Lin Fan wasn’t a cultivator and had no interest in these things.
Casually packing them together, he turned and left, vanishing into the moonlight.
Returning home silently.
Lin Fan glanced at the sleeping little Wei An, unexpectedly finding that the Second Tribulation’s clouds hadn’t dispersed.
