Chapter 223: What Is My Name?

Nian Yilao was as cunning as an old fox; in a situation where he could not fathom the opponent's bottom line, running away was the best choice.

Thinking of this, Nian Yilao transformed into a streak of blood-colored light and fled rapidly toward the rear. The Blood Demon Sect city in the distance grew smaller and smaller in his eyes, until it disappeared. This was the Blood Demon Sect's movement technique: Blood Escape.

With this escape, he traveled over ten miles away. Nian Yilao stopped his figure; he was unconvinced. Someone had snatched blood from him and even mocked him; he must refine the other party into a Blood Spirit Pill. After standing still and looking forward, this one glance nearly scared him unconscious.

Meng Su was still standing in front of him, his hands tucked into his sleeves, looking like an honest, simple man. The distance between the two had not even changed, as if there were a connecting line between him and Meng Su, and this line had pulled Meng Su along as he fled for over ten miles.

"Why bother? It's a waste of energy. And it will also consume my Blood Puppets." Meng Su shrank his neck, looking as if he were afraid of the cold.

Nian Yilao was terrified; escape was already impossible. Nian Yilao let out a roar toward the sky, and his body began to swell. The swelling body tore through the clothes on his frame, revealing the dark red muscles inside. A force of supreme intensity swirled around Nian Yilao, whipping up a whirlwind that enveloped him in the center.

The wind stopped, and Nian Yilao had swollen into a demon, over three meters tall, with a bull's head, deer antlers, and blood-red eyes like wine cups. He was huffing and puffing gas from his mouth.

Meng Su, hands tucked in his sleeves, squatted in the void, watching Nian Yilao struggle in a leisurely manner.

Having completed his transformation, Nian Yilao emitted a violent aura, clasped his two fists together, and smashed them toward Meng Su's head.

Meng Su, who had been lazily squatting in the void, suddenly disappeared, as if he had been wiped away, or as if he had never appeared at all.

Nian Yilao saw a streak of golden light before his eyes that nearly blinded him; a sharp Blade Intent had already sliced his face open from the middle. A trace of a bloodstain appeared on Nian Yilao's face.

Suddenly, a golden Kitchen Knife hovered in front of Nian Yilao's face, no more than an inch away.

Nian Yilao discovered that his arms had already been severed, and Meng Su's honest, simple face appeared in his eyes. One more inch forward, and Nian Yilao would be cut in two, but Meng Su stopped.

"Unexpected? Surprised?" Meng Su said with a grin.

Nian Yilao was nearly scared to death; the pain of losing his arms only reached his brain at this moment, and Nian Yilao let out a painful scream.

"Who exactly are you? What do you want?"

Suddenly, the Meng Su in front of Nian Yilao disappeared. A light breeze blew from the side, and Meng Su appeared at Nian Yilao's side. A flash of blade light severed the Blood Puppets behind Nian Yilao. Nian Yilao lost his connection to his own Blood Puppets.

These Blood Puppets were condensed only after Nian Yilao had killed countless cultivators, and now they were gone just like that.

Nian Yilao was already in despair. As long as the green hills remain, there is no need to worry about firewood. Escape first, then talk.

Nian Yilao rapidly transformed into a mist of blood, then condensed into a Demon Body, leaving the Demon Body at the scene while he himself fled.

After obtaining the Blood Puppets, Meng Su seemed immersed in joy and forgot about Nian Yilao. By the time he realized, only a pool of blood remained at the scene.

Meng Su shouted toward the distance: "Old Hero Nian, you took something that doesn't belong to you. Leave your name before you go; there is only one Nian Yilao in this world."

Nian Yilao had sacrificed the carriage to save the commander and was already over a hundred miles away. Thinking he had escaped Meng Su's control, Nian Yilao breathed a sigh of relief.

He must hurry back to report to Ye Zun; this person was nine times out of ten the Meng Su that Ye Zun was looking for. He was already this formidable. He could not be defeated without Supreme Power. Next time he encountered this person, he must first burn the Blood Puppets to obtain Supreme Power. Only then could he kill him.

The anxious Nian Yilao slowed his pace. Suddenly, a figure was squatting in the wind and snow ahead; it was Meng Su. Meng Su was still tucking his hands in his sleeves, looking as if he were afraid of the cold, squatting ahead waiting for Nian Yilao.

"Why so slow? I've been waiting for a long time. You're half-hearted even when running for your life, neglecting your proper work. Are you worthy of the person waiting here for you?"

Meng Su complained.

Nian Yilao was scared out of his wits and was about to run away. His foot had only lifted an inch when a golden light flashed. Nian Yilao saw a man holding a Kitchen Knife with his back to him, slowly walking away. A drop of blood slowly dripped down from the Kitchen Knife.

Nian Yilao sneered: "Aren't you also half-hearted when killing? I haven't died yet, and you're already leaving?"

One second later, Nian Yilao's body split from the middle, cracking into two halves. Nian Yilao's soul body escaped from his physical body and flew into the air, wanting to flee. But after taking only one step, the soul body split into two halves, his Divine Sense shattered, and he died an unnatural death.

Before dying, Nian Yilao watched the departing Meng Su quietly. His Divine Sense fell into endless darkness. Until his death, he never saw clearly how that blade had cut him in two; he had only seen a flash of golden light.

Meng Su walked two steps in the heavy snow, walked to the front of the Blood Demon Sect city, walked to the place where Nian Yilao had originally stood, and slid a black ring off Nian Yilao's severed finger. This was Nian Yilao's storage ring.

Meng Su wiped the Divine Sense from the ring, opened it, and found a Demon Scripture. There was also countless gold and silver, and Gathering Spirit Pills. He also discovered a jade slip inside the ring.

After Meng Su opened the jade slip, he discovered that it was a coordinate, a coordinate that could be reached via a teleportation station; he did not know where it pointed.

He did not discover Yaya's aura. Clearly, this person had not been treasure hunting in Shentie Town.

Meng Su flipped through the Demon Scripture and took a look, finding the method to control the Blood Puppets.

Blood Puppets were similar to a soul contract. It was equivalent to the soul contract signed after capturing a demon beast.

These Blood Puppets were actually spirit bodies without Divine Sense refined using blood. They contained immense Blood Spirit Power. If Nian Yilao had not underestimated Meng Su and had burned the Blood Puppets right away to obtain the Moment Supreme Power, then Meng Su would have had much more trouble resolving it.

By the time he realized, it was already too late; Meng Su had not given him the chance to use the Blood Puppets.

Meng Su looked at the Blood Puppets behind him; there were nine Blood Puppets in total. He could use them nine times to obtain the Moment Supreme Power nine times.

Meng Su wiped the original soul contract off the Blood Puppets, signed his own soul contract, and slowly walked toward the city wall of the Blood Demon Sect.

As he walked, Meng Su's bones rattled, the muscles on his face twisted, and his height increased. After ten steps, his entire person, even his aura, had become the likeness of Nian Yilao.

Demons are skilled at illusion, not to mention that Meng Su's Demon Heart was a First Grade Great Demon.

Hong Daming and his two disciples on the city wall had regained their freedom after the real Nian Yilao died. They watched Meng Su approaching step by step and also saw Meng Su transform into the likeness of Nian Yilao. Seeing the approaching Meng Su, they dared not flee, nor did they dare to attack.

Meng Su slowly walked onto the city wall and glanced at the tall, thin woman. A look of disdain appeared on his aged face: "Flat in front and flat in back, nothing to speak of."

The woman was too scared to move. She also dared not answer.

Meng Su cast his gaze onto Hong Daming's face and asked: "What is my name?"

Hong Daming was stunned. At this moment, if they said one wrong word, the three of them would fall into a state of eternal damnation. Hong Daming saw Meng Su change from the likeness of an old farmer to the likeness of Nian Yilao and knew what Meng Su wanted to do. He lowered his head slightly and said cautiously: "Hong Daming, Helmsman of the Seventh Branch of the Blood Demon Sect, pays respects to Lord Nian."

"Hehe." A light chuckle.

When Hong Daming raised his head, Meng Su had already disappeared. Hong Daming wiped the sweat from his head; the three of them had already walked a round on the road to the underworld.

"Who is this person?" the long-legged girl asked Hong Daming curiously.

"Nian Yilao." Remember, if you want to stay alive, you never saw the person just now; he is Nian Yilao.

Hong Daming let out a breath and muttered: "Ten Great Asura Gods, hehe. It's over."