Chapter 75

Lu Fan lightly inhaled, his tone unhurried, as if he had regained his previous calm. To Wei Kuangdao's ears, it was extremely grating. This brat has insulted him several times, even made him lose face, and now he publicly discusses the Divine Palace; if we let him go today, the Divine Palace's dignity will become a laughingstock!

"Hmph! Brat, you're courting death!" Wei Kuangdao's face twisted ferociously; he swung his blood blade wildly, cleaving Second Uncle Lu, and lunged at Lu Fan.

"Spying on our Divine Palace's secret arts deserves death!" Wei Kuangdao's blade flew up; his strength surged, gathering the full might of the Blood Slaughter Pagoda Formation; his aura rose without limit, breaking through the Martial King peak barrier and becoming a Qi Refining Martial Venerable.

Everyone present was shocked and pale; Lu Shanxing and Second Uncle Lu were also panicked and fearful, mixed with worry for Lu Fan. Meanwhile, the Grand Elder's side wore a look of delight—if Lu Fan died, the formation would lose nine-tenths of its power, and the Lu family would henceforth change heaven.

"The Blood Dragon Technique appears unrivaled, but its drawbacks are huge. The Martial King realm is a threshold you cannot cross."

Lu Fan shook his head; the Martial Venerable came charging, yet he acted completely unconcerned, pityingly saying, "Forcibly relying on the formation's might—you're seeking death!"

As his words fell, he shook his arms, kicked his legs, and leapt into the air; Lu Ran and Lu Tianchou were pulled out of the blood dragon by him. Though unconscious, their breath was steady, with no threat to life.

"What? Little Fan…" Lu Shanxing's face showed shock; at last he realized. Lu Fan had gone to such trouble, all for those two traitors, Lu Ran and Lu Tianchou.

Second Uncle Lu's expression also changed; upon understanding Lu Fan's previous actions, he realized. He never imagined that the "little beast" he daily shouted to beat and kill would act this way; his heart trembled, and he instantly regretted his past deeds.

"Hmph! Womanly benevolence—today you deserve to die!"

Wei Kuangdao's cultivation level—within this moment he had already reached Lu Fan's front. The opponent was merely a lowly Transformed Tendon Realm Martial Artist, accompanied by two people, unable to even look after himself; his death today is self-inflicted.

"Blood Dragon Transforms, Pagoda Manifests!" At this moment he paused, his hand with the blood blade flipping around the blood dragon, and a mysterious might burst forth.

The blood dragon's entire body surged; its previously indistinct, twisting phantom solidified completely, every detail visible.

An unparalleled slaughter aura erupted suddenly; the Small Formless Formation collapsed instantly, and the martial artists fell unable to rise. Around the Blood Slaughter Pagoda Formation, the Divine Palace's armored troops grew weak in breath, yet their blood armor shone brightly, and strands of blood qi converged toward the blood dragon.

Lu Shanxing, the Grand Elder, and Second Uncle Lu seemed to have seen a ghost; their bodies trembled involuntarily. Though all three were Martial Kings, they felt fear under the aura of the Blood Dragon Dharma Aspect, unable to control their own bodies.

Wei Kuangdao laughed to the heavens, triumphant and unrestrained to the extreme, glancing around, then fixing his gaze on Lu Fan, ferociously declaring, "All those of the Lu surname shall die today—not one spared! Let's start with you!"

As his voice fell, he flung his blood blade with the force of splitting mountains and parting seas, lunging to cover Lu Fan from above. At the same time, the Blood Dragon Dharma Aspect roared, bearing a chilling might, opening its bloody maw and lunging toward Lu Fan.

The entire formation's might condensed wholly upon Wei Kuangdao and the blood dragon; the martial artists around who had formed the Small Formless Formation could not resist it—how could Lu Fan alone withstand?

Second Uncle Lu and the others wore faces of chilled dread, staring toward Lu Fan with a hint of regret. The Lu family had finally produced such a genius, yet he was about to perish; they wished to intervene, but were utterly powerless.

In their minds, Lu Fan employed unfathomable mysterious means, utilizing the Blood Slaughter Pagoda Formation's might to unexpectedly condense a blood dragon phantom. Originally a marvelous counter technique, this time it had been seized by Wei Kuangdao. Moreover, he condensed a Blood Dragon Dharma Aspect, greatly increasing the formation's might.

This could be said to be Lu Fan showing off his skills before a master—lifting a stone only to drop it on his own foot.

What a pity! How ridiculous!

Yet Lu Fan's face now wore a calm unlike any he had felt after emerging from the dazzling phantom mirror.

"The Blood Dragon Technique is cruel and bloody; though it seems to bring swift progress, its hidden dangers are immense. I warned you about this back in the academy, yet you still seek death—don't blame me!"

Lu Fan shook his head slightly; he had no intention to kill. Even counting the old traitor Yuwen Pojun and his own grudge of deadly enmity, he had never borne ill will toward anyone of the Sacred Martial Palace. It's just that Wei Kuangdao repeatedly sought trouble with him, and today even spewed mad words, vowing to exterminate the Lu clan.

He had already acknowledged his identity as a member of the Lu family—how could he allow others to act wantonly?

Wei Kuangdao's face was full of mockery; he simply thought Lu Fan had been frightened stupid. This was also his first time condensing a Blood Dragon Dharma Aspect; previously he could hardly form even a blood dragon shadow. Today he had reached an unprecedented peak.

"Heh heh! Arrogant and ignorant!" He laughed loudly, his blood blade crashing down—it seemed Lu Fan was about to be split in two.

At that moment, the blood dragon closely following behind swung its tail and suddenly lunged to tear at Wei Kuangdao.

"Ah! What's going on? How did the Blood Dragon Dharma Aspect lose control?"

Wei Kuangdao's face changed drastically; a strange devouring force gathered behind him, wrapping his body. Suddenly his heart filled with dread, a thread of death threat coiling around his mind.

He could no longer attend to Lu Fan before him; he turned his body, flipped the might of his blood blade, and smashed it toward the blood dragon.

"Boom!"

A heaven-shaking explosion rang out, and boundless slaughter aura surged in all directions. The Blood Slaughter Pagoda Formation shattered outright, yet its might did not dissipate, gathering around Wei Kuangdao and the blood dragon.

Precisely speaking, it was swept away by this person and beast.

"Damn it! Blood Slaughter Pagoda, heed my command!" Wei Kuangdao escaped the catastrophe, yet felt no relief, only extreme vexation. Clearly, his own condensed Blood Dragon Dharma Aspect—why did it lose control and attack him?

His first thought was Lu Fan—after all, the opponent had just used the formation's might to condense a blood dragon phantom. But he clearly sensed that the Blood Dragon Dharma Aspect had no connection whatsoever to Lu Fan; indeed, this thing was muddled and lacked any consciousness of its own, so it shouldn't obey his commands, right?

"Little Fan! What's happening? How did this blood dragon suddenly lose control?"

Lu Shanxing arrived like a ghost, his face full of suspicion. The sudden change should be related to Lu Fan, yet he couldn't see where Lu Fan had made a move.

Second Uncle Lu's expression was also strange; he had thought the Lu family was doomed today, but now it seemed there might be a turnaround.

"Lord Kuangdao, Lu Fan is a heretical demon—he must die today!"

The Grand Elder was in a panic, yet at this critical moment he still hadn't grasped the situation; moreover, he placed unrealistic fantasies on the other side, which is truly pitiful and lamentable.

But Wei Kuangdao at this moment could not even look after himself, so he had no time to deal with him.

"Damn it! The Blood Slaughter Pagoda Formation has collapsed—why hasn't this Blood Dragon Dharma Aspect dissipated yet?"

Just moments ago he had placed great hopes in it, relying on it to boast of slaughtering the entire Lu clan, not sparing a single one; now it had become his stumbling block.

The blood blade opened and closed, the blood dragon roared. One person and one beast clashed, slaughter aura entwining, blood sea surging. The entire formation's might gathered in this space, each vying for dominance.

Lu Fan, seeing this scene, gave a faint smile and said to Lu Shanxing beside him, "Take a look at these seal symbols—don't they look familiar?"

He lightly waved his hand; the blood dragon's scales flipped, and seal imprints sprang out, linking together to form a formation.

Ye Shanxing blinked slightly, then suddenly realized, recalling that three days ago Lu Fan had summoned that flame beast phantom; back then it had been the same seal method.

"Uncle Shanxing, is there something wrong with this seal method?" Second Uncle Lu wore a strange expression; these seal imprints were not the means Lu Fan previously used to control the Blood Slaughter Pagoda Formation and condense the blood dragon phantom—so what relation do they have to this scene?

"Damn it! Sure enough, you brat stirred up trouble—I said the Blood Dragon Dharma Aspect wouldn't act up like this!" While Wei Kuangdao fought the blood dragon, vying for the formation's might, he was also distracted by Ye Fei over here.

Having figured out the cause, he did not get angry but laughed, shouting wildly, "I can't control the Blood Dragon Dharma Aspect, but my Blood Slaughter Pagoda Formation certainly isn't limited to this mere might!"

As his voice fell, he swung his blood blade wildly, releasing it to lunge at the blood dragon, while he retreated to the side of the blood-armored guards; with a sweep of his sleeve, a surge of blood sea erupted, actually sweeping toward the surrounding blood-armored soldiers.

In the blink of an eye, over a hundred blood-armored guards' silhouettes vanished, all sinking into this blood sea. As it churned and surged, armor flickered within indistinctly—no trace of the blood-armored soldiers remained.

"You actually forced me to use this move—your Lu family can be proud!"

Lu Fan furrowed his brow, yet whispered, "At last it has come—I've waited for this moment a long time!"

As his voice fell, he leapt his whole body upward and rushed toward the surging blood sea.

With one hand he formed the seal, and with the other he shook sharply, causing a blood-colored breastplate to appear, mottled in appearance—this was exactly the piece of armor Lu Fan had snatched amid the chaos when Wei Kuangdao fled the academy that day.

"This is…" Upon seeing the breastplate, Wei Kuangdao's face changed drastically, and the words of the elder who had transmitted his divine technique and formation back then involuntarily echoed in his ears.

"Armor exists, formation exists; armor perishes, formation perishes! The day the Blood Dragon Battle Armor is lost is the day of your doom!"

He couldn't help feeling a wave of panic; the mighty surge of the Blood Sea did not diminish, but he had already lost confidence in his heart.

Lu Fan leapt over, his whole body basically lacking any strength, at most insignificant in the eyes of the Martial King. But Wei Kuangdao seemed to have seen an unparalleled killing god, and actually fled without fighting, even neglecting to control the Blood Sea.

"You coming here today has already destined your doom!"

Lu Fan shouted loudly, and the Blood Armor spoken of surged forth; a burst of might erupted, indeed drawing forth over a hundred sets of armor from within the Blood Sea, forming a formation that enveloped Wei Kuangdao, instantly suppressing him.

Yet this wasn't over; his seal art surged into the Void, and the Blood Dragon Dharma Form came dancing forth, streaks of Desolate Seal flashing, the unconscious Blood Dragon, however, transformed from a dead thing into a greedy ferocious beast, diving into the Blood Sea.

"Don't! You can't kill me—I'm the chief of the Holy Temple Judgment Hall, second only to the Hall Master!" Wei Kuangdao couldn't muster any resistance; all around was strange devouring force, devouring his surrounding Blood Evil True Qi. Left with no choice, he ended up uttering such ridiculous words.

"Aooo!"

The Blood Dragon danced, the Seal Art flowed. All the evil qi within the entire Blood Sea was devoured by the Blood Dragon Dharma Form. Wei Kuangdao's breath gradually weakened.

The Desolate Seal inherently possesses devouring power; combined with this Blood Dragon Dharma Form, the two united—how could Wei Kuangdao possibly resist?

In a moment, the formation dissipated, leaving only the Blood Dragon Dharma Form, and beneath it, Wei Kuangdao wore a dead‑gray, dazed expression.

"His aura—could it already be ruined?"

Second Uncle Lu sensed Wei Kuangdao's utterly empty surroundings, his face filled with disbelief as he exclaimed.

"Hmph! Not yet ruined, just one step away!" Lu Fan gave a soft hum, then said lightly: "The Blood Dragon Technique is overbearing and peerless; Wei Kuangdao relied on human essence and blood to cultivate it, making this Blood Dragon Dharma Form even more overbearing—something he cannot control, and now he has brought this upon himself."