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Chapter 326 Bloodwing Demon

Chen Zhan landed slowly amidst the watchful and wary gazes of the demonic cult members. His crimson wings were not fully retracted, but rather slightly folded, still trembling gently in the night wind.

The crimson light on its wings was particularly striking under the moonlight. The blood-red wings opened and closed with lifelike detail, almost identical to the wings of the giant bird beside them.

The Bloodwing and the Giant Bird's Wings are only different in color and size.

The woman in black looked up and recognized Chen Zhan at a glance. Her pupils first contracted slightly in surprise, then the astonishment in her eyes turned into intense shock, her gaze fixed on the blood-red armor wings behind him.

The Soul-Slaying Dharma King beside him was struck dumb, staring intently at the pair of wings, his lips trembling, his voice filled with disbelief and bewilderment:
"How come... this is the Dragon-Snake Demon Armor! How do you know this technique?"

"And you can even conjure up a large wing! Back then, even with the power of the relic, I could only barely conjure half a wing shadow, and I couldn't possibly transform it into such a complete large wing. How did you manage to do that?"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the black-clad saintess beside him.

The saintess frowned slightly, stopping his loss of composure, then stepped forward, her posture unusually respectful, and her tone extremely low:
"Are you a fellow follower of the Persian Holy Church?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhan simply shook his head slightly, his imposing aura remaining unchanged.

Seeing his denial, the saintess's doubts deepened, and she took another half step forward: "If you are not a member of the Holy Sect, then how do you know the Dragon Serpent Demon Armor, the supreme martial art of our Holy Sect?"

The cultists behind her also looked alarmed and gripped their weapons tightly.

However, due to the terrifying pressure emanating from Chen Zhan, no one dared to step forward rashly. They could only nervously watch their own Holy Maiden confronting the other party in the arena.

Chen Zhan paid little attention to Saintess Zhen Yue's questioning, and there was nothing to hide. He simply raised his hand slowly.

In an instant, the crimson armor that had been concentrated only on his back began to spread.
Strands of crimson blood flowed rapidly along his arms and torso like living things, and in just a few breaths, they covered his entire body, transforming into a magnificent and complete suit of blood armor.

The armor's patterns resembled scales, gleaming with a cold, crimson light. His wings were fully unfurled, their surfaces shimmering with light. Each flap of his wings brought forth a low, oppressive whistle, and his aura suddenly surged several times over, as if a demon god had descended upon the world.

Chen Zhan looked down at Saintess Zhen Yue and said calmly, "Then what is this form you're in now?"

Saintess Zhenyue frowned, somewhat displeased with Chen Zhan's evasive attitude towards her questions.

But faced with Chen Zhan's overwhelming pressure, she dared not be negligent in the slightest and replied in a restrained tone: "This is the highest form of the Dragon-Snake Blood Armor, named the Bloodwing Great Demon!"

"I see. The name is not bad. We'll use it then."

Chen Zhan spoke in a flat tone, as if he had only received an insignificant title.

Saintess Zhenyue was stunned, her eyes filled with astonishment.

The Bloodwing Demon's form can only be activated by perfecting the Dragon-Snake Demon Armor. Once achieved, it can fly and disappear into the earth with almost no flaws. Throughout the entire history of the Holy Church, apart from the first and second Holy Lords, no one has been able to do it.

Chen Zhan had clearly reached this level, yet he didn't even know the name of this form...

What's wrong with this person? Has he lost his memory?

As she was pondering to herself, Chen Zhan seemed to suddenly remember something and slowly asked, "What did you just ask? Oh, right, how do I know the Dragon Serpent Demon Armor?"

"Yes, I created this move myself."

Chen Zhan's tone remained calm and composed, yet it sent a shiver down the spines of the two people in front of him.

His voice was very soft; those in the distance couldn't hear it at all.

Only Saintess Zhenyue and King Tuhun heard it clearly, but Saintess Zhenyue showed confusion after her initial shock.

A master of Chen Zhan's caliber, and seemingly an enemy rather than a friend, would not have killed the Heavenly Cang Dharma King and his companion just now. He doesn't seem like someone who would joke around.

“Friend, this joke is not funny. The Demon Armor was created by the first Holy Lord of our Holy Church, and you look to be no more than twenty or thirty years old.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhan grinned, not intending to explain anything further.

His blood-red wings suddenly unfurled, and the crimson light surged dramatically, like a blazing flame piercing the night.

Before Zhen Yue could process the absurdity of his words, she saw a flash of red before her eyes, and Chen Zhan's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, "Boom!"

A deafening roar erupted, and Saintess Zhenyue and the Soul-Slaying Dharma King felt the ground beneath their feet tremble violently, as a gale carrying debris rushed towards them.

They looked up and saw Chen Zhan hovering in mid-air, with red light shooting out from the blood wings on his back like dense crimson arrows, slamming down on the abandoned village below.

Each red beam of light was accompanied by a loud bang, and the wooden beams and earthen walls of the house collapsed, sending bricks and tiles flying everywhere.

But in the blink of an eye,

Large areas of houses were destroyed, and dust rose like a thick fog, obscuring the view.

Chen Zhan did not stop. His blood wings continued to flash, and the range of the red light shooting out continued to expand, turning all the houses within dozens of feet into ruins.

Then, his wings spread out completely, their two-zhang wingspan covering the sky and the sun, and he flapped them out suddenly!
A fierce wind howled and swept down like a raging torrent, sweeping away all the dust in the sky. The remaining dirt and broken beams were blown away by the wind, revealing the scene beneath the ruins.

The entrance to a dark, underground chamber suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

Inside the dark room, two figures were bound to a stone pillar with thick ropes. Their clothes were tattered, and their bodies were covered with wounds of varying depths. The bloodstains had dried into dark red patches, clearly indicating that they had suffered considerable torture.

These two people were none other than Han Tiange and Yan Tieshi, who had previously gone missing.

Han Tiange and the other person were also awakened by the violent bombardment. When they looked up, they saw Chen Zhan with the blood moon hanging in the sky.

Chen Zhan flapped his wings again, and strands of blood energy flew out, "slap slap slap~"

The ropes binding them snapped as the blood-and-energy threads twisted around them, causing Han Tiange and Yan Tieshi to stagger and fall to the ground. However, both still possessed martial arts skills, especially Yan Tieshi, who had trained in boxing and had a well-developed physique. Although his injuries were severe, he was still able to move.

Yan Tieshi helped Han Tiange up and helped her crawl outside.

Chen Zhan watched Han Tiange and the other person climb out, then turned his head and looked at Zhen Yue and her group.

Zhen Yue had already led the demonic cult members behind her to a distance not far from Chen Zhan, but she did not take another step forward.

She knew perfectly well that the Bloodwing Demon form of the Dragon-Snake Demon Armor, when fully developed, was far more powerful than her Innate Realm, and she had no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation.

But she had her reasons for not taking advantage of the chaos to evacuate.

In just a short moment, she had tried several times to communicate with the Buddha relic in her palm, and finally succeeded in mobilizing a trace of its vital energy.

The moment that wisp of essence was absorbed into her body, she felt refreshed and invigorated. The fatigue from the previous fierce battle vanished completely, and she felt full of energy. Even her internal strength seemed to have increased.

Holding the Buddha's relic, Zhen Yue's faith increased.

His previous apprehension towards Chen Zhan had largely faded. He stared intently at the blood-red wings behind Chen Zhan, his eyes filled with certainty and fury, and suddenly roared:

"And you still say you're not a member of the Persian Ming Cult!"

Before she finished speaking, she flicked her wrist and unleashed the White Python Whip Technique once more. The long whip, like a serpent spitting its tongue, carried a sharp, whistling sound as it went straight for Chen Zhan's face.

Chen Zhan glanced at them indifferently, without taking any initiative to make a move. However, the blood wings on his back seemed to have intelligence and automatically protected their master, with the wings slightly tilted to the side to block in front of him.

“Bang, bang, bang—”

A series of rapid collisions rang out, like the clang of metal on metal, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

The white python whip lashed fiercely at the blood wing, but instead of breaking through the defense, it bounced off and trembled repeatedly, sparks flying from the point where the whip touched the blood wing.

Han Tiange and Yan Tieshi managed to climb out during their fight, both of them slightly out of breath.

However, when he looked up and saw that Chen Zhan's blood armor was fully released, he froze on the spot.

"Dragon-Snake. Dragon-Snake Blood Armor? Or is it in Bloodwing form?"

Yan Tieshi stared intently at Chen Zhan's appearance, his Adam's apple bobbing, his heart filled with disbelief.

The Dragon-Snake Blood Armor is a superior technique from the Demonic Codex, and only Dharma Kings within the sect are qualified to cultivate it; moreover, only incomplete versions have been passed down.

And Chen Zhan's appearance at this moment
It was clearly the form of the Bloodwing Demon recorded in the Holy Church's scriptures. He had never even heard of anyone who could actually cultivate it successfully, let alone see it with his own eyes...

Not only was Yan Tieshi speechless with shock,
Han Tiange was also stunned, his eyes filled with shock.

She had long known that Chen Zhan was extremely skilled in martial arts and had vaguely sensed that he had intricate connections with the Holy Sect, but she never expected that Chen Zhan would be able to master the Dragon-Snake Demon Armor.

Shocked, Han Tiange regained her composure and, ignoring the pain in her body, spoke first:
"Young Master Chen, thank you for saving me."

She hesitated for a moment, carefully considering how to address him.

The two weren't particularly close, and Chen Zhan looked even younger than her, so calling him "senior" seemed too formal.

But since the other party had saved his life, he needed a way of addressing him that wouldn't seem distant. After much thought, "Young Master" seemed the most appropriate.

Yan Tieshi, who was standing to the side, also realized what was happening and quickly bowed respectfully, saying, "Senior, thank you for saving me."

He had received martial arts instruction from Chen Zhan, and he remembered this kindness in his heart, so it was reasonable for him to call him "senior".

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhan nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the two men's numerous wounds:

"Hmm, the remaining three, they're all dead?"

Upon hearing this, Han Tiange and Yan Tieshi's faces instantly darkened, and the slight relief they had felt from being rescued vanished.

Han Tiange nodded slowly, his voice low and filled with undisguised guilt: "Well... I couldn't save those three brothers who set up the trap with their lives."

Yan Tieshi clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, confirming Han Tiange's words.

Chen Zhan did not have a deep impression of other aspects of Persian Christianity.

All that is clear is that Han Tiange and Yan Tieshi are not the kind of people who indiscriminately kill innocent people, but the Nanyang Demonic Cult has obviously gone completely down the evil path.

When he arrived at the village, he immediately noticed the heavy stench of blood in the air. As he flew past, he also caught a glimpse of the corpses of many villagers piled up by the roadside.

They all died tragically, resembling mummified corpses.

As she pondered, a sharp whistling sound broke through the air once more, and Zhen Yue's white python whip lashed out again.

Chen Zhan suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of crimson light in them, and his cold gaze shot straight at Saintess Zhen Yue.

Zhen Yue, dressed in black and masked, felt a chill run down her spine. A deadly sense of crisis instantly enveloped her. She hurriedly tried to retreat, but it was too late.

Chen Zhan's hand gripped the whip tip tightly, like an iron clamp.

With the blood armor condensed, he exerted a little force with his five fingers, and the white whip instantly straightened. The next moment, a series of crisp "crackling" sounds rang out, and the divine weapon whip that could cut through iron like mud was crushed inch by inch by him.

"You retreat first!"

Saintess Zhen Yue's expression changed drastically, and she shouted sharply.

(End of this chapter)