Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 168 - 110: You Are the "Predestined" Blood Demon

No escape!

Reacting swiftly, he couldn't dodge it any longer. Then, he fiercely released all the stored Rootless Qi and Blood Library from his body.

During this period, he had been continuously practicing the transformation between Rootless Qi and his own blood Qi.

He could almost direct the Qi at will!

In the instant his thoughts surged, the Rootless Qi, evenly distributed throughout his body, was naturally transformed into blood Qi, replenishing his life force on the spot.

The flickering Fire of Life within him suddenly became extraordinarily bright.

The Rootless Qi and Blood Library was instantly drained, completely transformed into blood Qi.

Life value immediately returned to full.

Meanwhile, the acute spike of Qi breaking through the curtain of rain pierced into his body, then exploded. His internal organs practically turned into a mist of blood in an instant, surging out from his nasal cavity.

[You suffered a Qi and Blood attack, losing 721789 life points, and the "tongue desire" converted part was 36089 life point limit.]

[Current life value: 166350 points]

Such a powerful attack!

Fan Wubing spat out a large mouthful of blood froth mixed with pieces of internal organs. His sternum and rib plan were completely shattered into fragments.

Luckily, with the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill, the repair was quick.

"Qi and Blood attack... it was actually a Qi and Blood attack!"

All this time, it was the first time Fan Wubing encountered a Qi and Blood attack. Usually, it was attacks of immortal Qi, Evil Qi, martial power, demon Qi... the first time encountering a Qi and Blood attack.

Generally speaking, only demon cultivators and barbarian cultivators would possess methods of directly attacking enemies with Qi and Blood.

Is the enemy a barbarian cultivator?

"No, barbarian cultivators usually have a more arrogant Qi, but the Qi that ambushed me secretly was eerie and terrifying... it could only be a demon cultivator!"

Fan Wubing had never thought that he would encounter a demon cultivator, especially such a formidable one, in a place like this!

Judging solely by the intensity of the Qi, he was definitely not a match.

Amidst the rain curtain, another sharp spike of condensed Qi and Blood attacked.

This time, Fan Wubing wouldn't just sit on the ground and take it.

Dragon Walk!

In the rain, supported by the Seven Luminaries Rain Control Skill, his speed increased, covering more distance instantly, allowing the Qi and Blood spike to miss.

The moment Fan Wubing opened up his position, he immediately activated the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill, tracing the origin path of the propagated Qi, seeking the enemy's location.

But for some reason, while he could determine the path of the Qi and Blood spikes, he just could not find the source.

Could the enemy not be nearby?

No,

Not right.

Fan Wubing suddenly remembered that before being ambushed by Ying Huo, the Qi web he set up in the corridor of the canyon had once given feedback. It wasn't an illusion; someone had indeed entered.

It seems the enemy must have some sort of ability to conceal their Qi.

Even the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill couldn't detect it?

Or perhaps... they could completely blend their Qi with the environment.

In that case,

Fan Wubing abandoned using the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill, switching to another method. He gathered his mind, completely immersing himself in the Seven Luminaries Rain Control Skill. Whether it was because of borrowing the name "Seven Luminaries True Monarch," his control and perception of the rain reached a whole new level.

He thought to himself, "The Qi can't be sensed... but your body must have a physical volume, right? The rain will always fall on you, right."

Every rain line, following the residual power of "Seven Luminaries True Monarch," was unmistakably perceived by Fan Wubing.

The rain lines fell from the sky, hitting objects on the ground.

Rocks,

Soil,

Plants,

Animals,

All sorts of things, in the changes of the rain line trajectory, their volumes and shapes surfaced in Fan Wubing's mind.

A multitude of images continuously formed.

Soon, he discovered an entity resembling a human form. Immediately locking in the position, then,

"Peach Blossoms, Slash!"

The Flying Sword Peach Blossom swiftly darted from his brow, amidst the rain curtain, carrying the thunder imbued with burning blood, nearing the figure he had locked onto.

The young man hidden in the dark suddenly saw a blood line appear in front of him.

No, not a blood line, but a flying sword flowing with blood lines!

He moved swiftly to dodge the slash of the Peach Blossom.

Simultaneously, his rapid body position change also broke the state where he perfectly blended with the environment.

Then, came the Dragon Walk!

The shadow of a giant dragon suddenly flashed in the corridor of the canyon, amidst the storm.

Fan Wubing saw the enemy with his naked eyes. A short and stout young man, dressed in a blue Daoist robe, looked... very familiar, where had he seen him? Eternal Immortal Sect! Is this the guy lurking in the shadows, trying to kill me?

"Who are you!" Fan Wubing asked with cold eyes.

The short and stout young man quickly recovered from "being found by Fan Wubing," squinting his eyes, he smiled, "An eminent disciple of the Eternal Immortal Sect, truly you forget faces so easily. Did you forget this face so quickly?"

Fan Wubing quickly searched every corner of his memory, scanning through those that left only a momentary impression, never really paying attention. A vague image surfaced.

At first, he remembered that during the freshman trial, he was rejected as a guiding senior brother by Sun Xiuming, the son of the City Lord of Weiri City.

Then he recalled that there was always a young man beside Sun Xiuming. That young man was also of short and stout stature... comparing now, it was the same person!

"It's you!"

"Oh, me? Who am I?" The short and stout young man asked with a squinting smile. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Fan Wubing didn't know, he had never paid attention to that short and stout young man, who was no different from a passerby, so he naturally didn't know his name, "I have nothing to do with you, how would I know who you are?"

"Nothing to do... indeed, we have nothing to do with each other. But, sometimes, 'relations' are quietly formed without a sound. Oh, I should tell you, my name is 'He Chen'," the short and stout young man said.

Fan Wubing once again carefully compared, "No, you're not him!"

"I'm not him?" The corner of He Chen's mouth drew an arc, "Then who am I?"

Fan Wubing said coldly, "Just a vile person who occupies sparrows' nests."

He was sure that the young man named He Chen who was beside Sun Xiuming had most likely been possessed by some old monster.

"I'm a vile person, and what about you?" He Chen's voice carried an unsettling feeling, "Who would think a Blood Demon, practicing demonic arts, growing by devouring others' life force, would be a good person? Wouldn't you say?"

Fan Wubing's heart suddenly contracted, as if squeezed.