Chapter 39

Outside the Blood Sect's mountain gate, Xiao Li drew his Thunder Scale Spear.

Gazing at the blood-qi swirling Blood Sect gate, along this road he had come to witness the Blood Sect's intimidating power; within a hundred-li radius of the sect there were no living souls, it seemed anyone who could be caught had been taken to the Blood Sect.

"Who goes there!"

Two blood-colored guardians of the mountain gate approached Xiao Li, their eyes showing a hint of excitement and cruelty.

The Blood Sect hadn't seen outsiders in a long time; capturing people to raise blood slaves was the daily routine of every Blood Sect disciple.

"Two Fighting Masters."

Xiao Li's eyes were icy; with the Qian and Bai elders themselves, what was there to fear? Just charge in.

"Flash Lightning Strike!"

Lightning sliced across the mountain gate, illuminating the Blood Sect's two blood-red characters; two blood pillars shot up to the sky, Xiao Li flickered and began to force his way through the gate, leaving two corpses behind on the spot.

The Blood Sect numbered thousands of disciples; Xiao Li could not hope to fight one against a thousand, so a quick battle was the correct choice.

Above the Blood Sect's mountain gate was the disciples' activity area, where they traded blood slaves, pills, and weapons, and handed over sect duties; at that moment several hundred figures in blood-red robes had gathered there.

Clad all in black, Xiao Li stood out starkly here.

Who are you!

"Don't block the way, Flash Lightning Strike!"

The Thunder Scale Spear cleared a path; a bolt of lightning sliced the throat of the person before him, and this indiscriminate attack instantly threw the place into chaos.

"Someone's attacking the mountain!"

"He's a grand Fighting Master, quickly go fetch a steward!"

"Help!"

"……"

Cries and shouts filled the air, and soon a Fighting Spirit-level steward appeared.

An elderly man in splendid blood-red robes appeared, his face grim: "Beast, cease! Even a grand Fighting Master dares to storm my Blood Sect—you……"

Bai Lao's apparition appeared like a ghost, and with a fierce palm strike he sent the Fighting Spirit-level steward flying, turning him into a puddle of flesh.

Bai Lao's face was grim, his whole body seething with anger he could barely contain.

Qian Lao furrowed his brow, appearing beside Bai Lao: "Bai Lie, what's happened?"

Blood threads appeared in Bai Lao's eyes from his rage, his voice hoarse with fury: "These Blood Sect bastards secretly seized our Jia Nan academy's students as blood slaves!"

Qian Lao's frame shuddered, then his fury blazed just as fiercely: "These scum, daring to lay hands on our Jia Nan academy's students—deserve death!"

A terrifying aura erupted; the peak Fighting Sect's might caused nearby houses to collapse instantly, and over a hundred Blood Sect disciples around them exploded into blood mist out of nowhere.

Qian Lao's aura burst forth like a flood-beast, enveloping the entire Blood Sect.

"Fan Yi, you old scoundrel—if you're not dead, get out here!"

The roar swept over the Blood Sect, the sound waves nearly solidifying, spanning several kilometers to strike the Blood Sect's main hall.

Fan Lai rose from his seat, looking uncertainly toward the front mountain: "Fighting, Fighting Sect."

Blood-colored fighting spirit wings appeared, and Fan Lai hurriedly flew toward the front mountain.

"Senior, senior, please stop—there must be some misunderstanding here!"

Qian Lao looked at the newcomer, the killing intent in his eyes impossible to suppress: "Fan Yi's old fellow's aura—are you his descendant?"

Fan Lai hastily landed and said respectfully: "Fan Yi is indeed my father; I don't know what you wish, senior, but my Blood Sect will help with anything we can."

Gazing at the blood-soaked ground, Fan Lai couldn't utter a single word of protest; though he had seen Fighting Sect experts before, none of their auras matched even a hair of this old man's—this man was undoubtedly a high-ranking Fighting Sect master, and even if the Blood Sect bound together they could not match him.

"Where is that old thing Fan Yi!" Qian Lao's face flickered with latent anger; he could no longer hold back from launching a massacre.

"My father passed away some years ago..." Fan Lai hesitated, then revealed his last trump card; before such a master, even if his father were resurrected and broke through to Fighting Sect, it would be useless.

"Hmph, then let me ask you—why did you seize my Jia Nan academy's students as blood slaves!" Qian Lao, unable to contain his rage, unleashed an aura that pressed Fan Lai and the elders behind him to the ground.

Crushed by the pressure, Fan Lai could barely speak: "Se, senior, this is a misunderstanding!"

Fan Lai wore a grim face, thinking he was done for—this was a bigwig from Jia Nan academy; his Blood Sect, craving high-quality blood, had secretly snatched Jia Nan students before, never expecting to be confronted today.

"Die!"

Killing intent flared in Qian Lao's eyes; a massive fighting spirit handprint smashed everyone before him into pulp, and the peak Fighting Sect's strength absolutely crushed these Fighting Emperors and Fighting Kings.

Storming the Blood Sect? No, it was a Blood Sect instance grand escape slaughter.

"Qian Lao, don't let these disciples escape, especially the one with tears in both eyes, shouting 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—don't bully the poor youth'."

"Bai Lao, and also the one who furrowed his brow and retreated to the rear of the crowd—he must be ground to ashes."

Qian Lao and Bai Lao obeyed: "Xiao Li, what about the one clutching a flowerpot and refusing to let go—his plant seems to be fed with blood as well……"

"What, are you afraid of plants entangling?"

"Understood."

Seeing the sect leader and elders dead, Blood Sect disciples fled in haste; the Qian and Bai elders didn't kill them all, recalling that they wanted Xiao Li to gain experience—such a battle wasn't something you could see just anywhere.

Bai Lao went to the Blood Sect's blood-slave rearing grounds, while Qian Lao guarded Xiao Li's side to prevent any mishap.

Xiao Li's long spear drenched in blood, he boldly stabbed the last Blood Sect disciple on the scene to death; he seemed to hear the man say his name was Fan Ling before dying, but it didn't matter—the Blood Sect was utterly destroyed.

With the Blood Sect fallen, the trio split three ways: Bai Lao went to rescue the students, Qian Lao headed for the Blood Sect's treasure vault, and Xiao Li came to a dungeon.

The Blood Sect certainly had more than one place to imprison blood slaves; Xiao Li had already planned to rescue any usable blood slaves from the sect and take them under his command—this was a rare opportunity.

Inside the dungeon only a dim yellow light glimmered; the guarding disciples had already fled upon hearing the noise, leaving only a chain-bound group of pallid blood slaves.

"Save me, save me!"

Those recently captured still had some strength to speak, and upon seeing Xiao Li enter they hurriedly begged for aid; those held long had only a final breath clinging to life, barely able to stare at Xiao Li with numb eyes.

Facing these wretched figures, Xiao Li's eyes showed no wavering; he needed only those useful to him: "Those who agree to submit to me, keep your eyes open; those who refuse, close your eyes."

"Save me, get me out, I'll give you a million gold coins!" pleaded an old man in tattered finery.

Xiao Li coldly glanced at him, his Thunder Scale Spear striking without mercy, ending the old man's life.

"You have no room to bargain with me."

After a spear thrust, the dungeon grew much quieter; Xiao Li nodded in satisfaction, yet his spear-hand did not slow at all, slaughtering every Battle Spirit‑level blood slave.

Xiao Li had no means to control people; now that he has rescued these Battle Spirits, they might feign submission out of weakness, but once they recover they would inevitably rebel, so it's better to eliminate them early.

Inside the dungeon, everyone fell silent like cicadas in winter, terrified by Xiao Li's ruthlessness; they dared not even utter a plea.

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