Chapter 748: Ice Xuan

“A human Nascent Soul late-stage grand cultivator! How could they possibly have arrived in the Blood Huan Realm and reached this place?”

On the face of Gengchi Mojiao, shock and fury mingled.

The “Seven Sorrow Demon Lord” also showed a grave expression.

But in truth, he wasn’t the least bit panicked—he was merely putting on a show for them.

The reason the Tianhai Alliance and the Ice God Palace arrived so swiftly was because Qin Ming had secretly leaked the information.

Before he came to the Mojiao clan, his original body on the Moonwatch Island had secretly ordered Hua Tianxiong to deliver the whereabouts of Xuan Ce and his group to the East Sea cultivation world’s Tianlan Xiancheng.

Since the Mojiao clan had three fourth-rank great beasts, and Xuan Ce’s side also had three fourth-rank early-stage beasts, Qin Ming’s demonic Nascent Soul—even with his formidable strength—could not possibly withstand a one-versus-six battle.

Moreover, he did not wish to lose the identity of the Seven Sorrow Demon Lord; thus, if he struck here, even if he succeeded in slaying several fourth-rank dragon-like beasts,

the suspicion would inevitably fall entirely upon the Seven Sorrow Demon Lord.

Therefore, Qin Ming had to find a way to leverage external power—and the Star Palace’s Canghe Zhenjun and others had just arrived in the Blood Huan Realm, making them the perfect choice.

After his last battle against the Ancient Mountain Demon Saint at Moonwatch Lake, Qin Ming’s demonic Nascent Soul clearly understood his own strength: though he could not defeat a Nascent Soul late-stage grand cultivator, he was confident he could escape unharmed.

This time, he intended to take advantage of the chaos to secretly harvest Mojiao blood.

He needed to collect enough essence blood for planting spiritual rice in one go.

He also coveted that Dragon Transformation Pool.

“I wonder what would happen if I submerged the Xuan Shui Eel in it—would it give birth to a true spirit bloodline?”

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

After all, the Xuan Shui Eel was his signature beast of burden; if he unleashed a primordial, demonic eel, how would the human cultivators view him?

“Better not.”

Meanwhile,

Xuan Ce and the others inside the Dragon Transformation Pool also sensed the disturbance outside, their faces filled with shock and alarm.

After all, a Nascent Soul late-stage grand cultivator could kill these fourth-rank early-stage Demon Saints as easily as crushing an ant.

And now, they were already inside the Dragon Transformation Pool, undergoing the primordial blood purification and demonic energy infusion; if interrupted, they would suffer severe cultivation damage—or even perish outright—this was no trivial matter.

Xuan Ce had originally come to the Blood Huan Realm with a desperate, all-or-nothing mindset, abandoned by all, and now that success was within reach, such a sudden upheaval made it impossible to remain calm. “Gengchi, go out and handle the situation outside. I’ve already sent a distress signal to the Demon Alliance; if you can hold out for a little while, nearby Demon Alliance allies will arrive soon to reinforce us.” The Seven Sorrow Demon Lord spoke calmly to Gengchi Mojiao.

“As for the several Daoists inside the Dragon Transformation Pool, I shall personally guard them—they won’t come to any harm.”

Upon hearing Qin Ming’s words, Gengchi Mojiao felt as if he had grasped a lifeline and hurriedly said, “Seven Sorrow Daoist, are you telling the truth?”

“If our Mojiao clan can survive this calamity, I shall repay you handsomely!”

Saying this, he gave a few instructions to the guards watching over the Dragon Transformation Pool, then transformed into a streak of black light and flew out to take command.

Xuan Ce, in his crimson dragon form, writhed through the Dragon Transformation Pool, as countless black demonic bloods turned into threads of dark light, drilling into his body.

He endured the agony of total blood replacement, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

After Gengchi Mojiao departed,

the Seven Sorrow Demon Lord’s face suddenly twisted into a sinister smirk. He raised his hand slightly, and all the Mojiao clan guards surrounding the Dragon Transformation Pool collapsed, falling limp to the ground in unconsciousness.

Xuan Ce, having just relaxed upon hearing the Seven Sorrow Demon Lord’s arrangement, immediately sensed this sudden turn of events.

“Seven Sorrow Daoist, what… what are you doing?!”

“What am I doing? Obviously, I’m sending you all to your deaths while you’re helpless.”

“Hehehe!”

The Seven Sorrow Demon Lord’s demonic energy surged violently, his gaze utterly calm—as if gazing upon dead men—at the three great beasts in the pool.

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Outside the Mojiao clan’s territory on Dragon Spine Mountain, Gengchi Mojiao stared at the dense human cultivator army before him, his heart sinking with a foreboding sense of dread.

Though he couldn’t fathom how such a massive human force had reached the Blood Huan Realm,

he remained composed and immediately sent out a flurry of distress signals to the Blood Huan Realm’s local forces.

A Nascent Soul late-stage grand cultivator was beyond his capacity to handle alone.

“Chief, what do we do?”

“The human cultivators are advancing fiercely—the clan’s great formation is nearly collapsing,” said a Mojiao elder, his face pale with panic.

“What’s there to fear? Just a bunch of humans.”

“These human cultivators, uncorrupted by the demonic sects, still dare to come to the Blood Huan Realm and cause trouble?”

“What kind of battles hasn’t our Mojiao clan faced?!”

“Carry out my order: fight these humans to the death!”

In the flawless version!

“Our Mojiao clan has endured for thousands of years—never once have we retreated or shirked battle. Aren’t these humans just free blood food delivered to our door?”

“The Seven Sorrow Demon Lord of the Blood Lian Demon Sect is inside our clan—he has already alerted the Demon Alliance’s Nascent Soul allies to come to our aid. We only need to hold out for half a day, and we can encircle and crush these humans.”

Gengchi Mojiao ordered two fourth-rank Mojiao nearby.

“Yes! We’ll handle it immediately.”

Hearing this, the two other shape-shifting Mojiao beasts felt slightly reassured, as if they’d found their anchor, their confidence soaring as they departed to defend against the spirit ships.

But before Gengchi Mojiao could act, his demonic sense swept toward the spirit ships across the battlefield—and suddenly, a bone-chilling coldness struck him.

Above the heavens,

beside Canghe Zhenjun stood a handsome young man clad in a snow-white fox fur robe, radiating the same Nascent Soul late-stage magical energy.

“Ice Xuan Daoist, let the Star Palace take the lead in this opening assault,” said Canghe Zhenjun to the fox-furred man.

The Ice Xuan Zhenjun, wrapped in pure white fox fur, his narrow, icy eyes flickered with cold light, speaking as if untouched by mortal affairs: “No need.”

Saying this, Ice Xuan slowly raised his snow-white, jade-like right hand and pressed it downward! Ice River World!

Instantly, a bone-deep, soul-piercing chill echoed through heaven and earth; the temperature plummeted as if space itself had frozen.

A stream of white ice crystals erupted from Ice Xuan’s hand; wherever the ice-spirit energy passed, everything was instantly frozen solid.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Even the Mojiao clan’s fourth-rank formation was coated in thick ice, then shattered into fragments under Ice Xuan’s ice art.

The lower-rank beasts turned into ice statues in the blink of an eye.

Immediately after, the formation atop Dragon Spine Mountain collapsed; the human cultivator army advanced as if walking on flat ground, surging into the Mojiao clan with hatred for demonic invaders.

“Kill! Wipe out these Blood Huan demon brats!”

“Kill Xuan Ce, the bastard! Avenge our fallen East Sea brethren!”

Gengchi Mojiao’s face turned ashen; he manifested his massive black dragon body, over three hundred zhang long, barely resisting Ice Xuan’s ice-binding art.

But before he could catch his breath, his eyelids twitched violently, a deep sense of dread seizing his heart.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he cried out in horror: “What’s happened at the Dragon Transformation Pool?!”

“Why have the energies of Xuan Ce and the other two vanished? And where is the Seven Sorrow Demon Lord?!”

Even Gengchi Mojiao, who had roamed the Blood Huan Realm for millennia, now lost all composure—utterly thrown into chaos.

He never imagined that the reinforcements promised by the Seven Sorrow Demon Lord would never come—only this catastrophic disaster instead…

(End of Chapter)