Chapter 1191

Whoosh!

In an instant, the grass and trees all around began to sway wildly.

A pitch-black, ghastly dagger appeared at Elder Cheng's neck, its razor-sharp tip a hair's breadth from his skin.

The stabbing pain drained the color from Elder Cheng's face, and a fine sheen of sweat broke out across his brow:

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"Hmph! What a useless trash!"

Di Shitian sneered.

Then with a flick of his arm, he hurled Elder Cheng away.

"Thank you, thank you, senior, for the mercy of sparing my life!"

Elder Cheng's heart hammered wildly; he felt as if he had been reborn from the brink of death.

But Di Shitian paid him no attention at all.

Swish!

His foot stamped the ground, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

He charged toward the direction Elder Cheng had been thrown.

"Emperor's Fist!"

A low shout.

In a flash, a heavy punch was thrown.

Bang!

A muffled thud was heard.

Then Elder Cheng, who had been hurled a hundred meters away, was instantly blown apart by the punch.

Fresh blood spurted out, staining the ground red.

Di Shitian's hands, too, were faintly smeared with blood.

But he paid it no mind, merely continuing to search the surroundings.

"What should we do?"

Gai Nie's face flickered between gloom and uncertainty.

"This Xuemo Sect is far too terrifying; we're no match for them at all.

If we fight head-on, we're sure to die!"

Wu Changge's eyes revealed wariness.

This group was clearly no ordinary band of bandits—otherwise they wouldn't possess such devastatingly powerful missiles.

Besides, he had seen the might of the Xuemo Sect in movies before.

Although the number of these red-clad people was small, each and every one of them was overwhelmingly powerful.

"How about we throw in with the Xuemo Sect? Their cult leader should reward us with elixirs and magic treasures!"

Another small thug suggested.

"What do you know?"

Elder Cheng immediately glared at him fiercely.

The 966 Sect is savage and brutal.

"If we join them, the Xuemo Sect will surely treat us as cannon fodder. I'd rather die in battle than betray everyone!"

Elder Cheng said coldly.

"Exactly! The Xuemo Sect is savage and brutal, bloodthirsty and vicious—they're utterly unworthy of cooperating with us!"

The others all voiced their opposition one after another.

After all, they had no desire to throw their lives away!

"Since that's the case, you can all go die!"

But just at that moment.

Fairy Chi Lian suddenly struck; her jade hand clawed at the air, and in an instant a sea of blood-cloud descended to enshroud them.

"Careful!"

Di Shitian's face shifted slightly, and he hurriedly drew his sword to block.

Crack!

But Fairy Chi Lian's blood-claw was as if cast from steel—unbreakable.

In the blink of an eye it pierced straight through Di Shitian's chest, running him through completely.

"You... you people!"

Di Shitian clutched the gaping hole in his chest, unable to believe it.

He, a great Demon Lord in his own right, had actually been killed by a sneak attack.

"Hehehe, my blood is already boiling; today none of you shall escape!"

Fairy Chi Lian's lips were withered and pale, like a shed snakeskin, and her pupils glowed with a green light, chilling the heart of anyone who looked.

She stuck out her crimson tongue and licked the fresh blood on her wrist.

Then she suddenly opened her mouth and sucked in.

Whooosh!

The scalding fresh blood was instantly swallowed up completely.

"Blood Demon Great Art?"

Di Shitian's face was one of horror; he could not believe it.

Although he had never seen this technique before, the terrifying sight alone let him guess at least part of it.

This technique was, shockingly, one that absorbed human essence.

Moreover, once this technique was cultivated to its peak, it could even devour ghosts and monsters.

"This witch is utterly devoid of conscience!"

Seeing Di Shitian burned with rage, but at this moment he was still shaken; even with his strength, he was no match for Fairy Chi Lian at all.

"Hehe, now it's your turn!"

Fairy Chi Lian let out a sinister laugh.

"Senior Sister, you mustn't!"

At this moment, Wu Zhangge hurriedly tried to dissuade her.

But Fairy Chi Lian did not hesitate in the slightest; with a flip of her palm, a blood-red bead suddenly appeared.

The bead was covered in runes, flickering with an uncanny radiance.

"Go!"

With a wave, the blood-red bead instantly shot forth.

Its speed reached the extreme; in the blink of an eye it was right before Wu Zhangge.

Then it exploded with a boom.

A clump of unbearably foul fog spread out, blocking everyone's line of sight.

When the fog receded, Wu Zhangge and the other two were all collapsed on the ground, motionless, seemingly dead beyond a doubt.

"Haha, you're finally dead!"

Seeing this scene, Elder Cheng was overcome with excitement.

"Let's go, hurry and report to the Cult Master—we're going to earn merit!"

Elder Cheng shouted excitedly.

The others also revealed looks of joy, then followed Elder Cheng as they hurried off.

As for Seeing Di Shitian and the others' corpses, they couldn't be bothered to deal with them!

The night was deep, wind blowing through the sea of trees.

Leaves rustled, like the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a rapid sound of tearing through the air came.

A figure cut through the darkness and landed in the forest.