Quickly conquer the martial arts world, and let your fists dominate the heavens!

With a gentle flap of his blood wings, Chen Zhan's figure drifted back several feet amidst the surging air currents, narrowly avoiding the inescapable net woven from red silk threads.

The threads brushed past his clothes, stuck to the stone wall, and instantly corroded countless tiny holes. Blackish-red venom flowed down the stone wall, making a sizzling sound.

The spirit hovered in mid-air, grinning strangely, "Hehehe."

The swollen blood sac on his face trembled violently. Dark red pus slid down the sac wall and dripped onto the ground with a sizzling sound, instantly corroding small pits into the bluestone tiles.

The red threads behind him, composed of blood serpents, intertwined and coiled wildly, forming a pair of wings half a zhang wide in the blink of an eye.

Its wings were covered with wriggling tiny blood serpents, and each flap of its wings brought with it a strong, fishy smell.

He imitated Chen Zhan, his wings hovering in the air, suspended in the cave.

"Hehehe... Dao Master, your cultivation technique is indeed very useful!"

The spirit let out a hoarse, strange cry, its voice filled with madness, and its wings suddenly flapped.

His figure shot towards Chen Zhan like an arrow released from a bow, and the blood-red threads around his body swelled up at the same time, like a giant blood-red umbrella that blocked all of Chen Zhan's escape routes.

"Okay, let's give it a try."

Chen Zhan was too lazy to argue with him, and his tone was flat and indifferent.

His blood-red wings suddenly unfurled, increasing his wingspan to over ten feet. With the infusion of his blood and qi, his speed reached its peak, and his figure transformed into a crimson afterimage.

At the same time, his blood and qi condensed wildly on his arms, instantly forming two ten-foot-long blood and qi swords. The swords were crimson red like flames, with dragon and snake patterns running across them, exuding a chilling killing intent.

The two collided violently in mid-air.

"Bang bang bang-!"

Violent collisions rang out one after another, and shockwaves spread in all directions.

The entire cave was shaking violently, and the stalactites on the ceiling broke off and fell, shattering into dust on the ground.

The longsword of qi and blood clashed repeatedly with the blood-red threads, sparks flying everywhere. Each collision was accompanied by the hiss of the blood serpent and the explosion of qi and blood.

However, after several exchanges of fire, the blood serpents on Fa Ling's body suffered heavy losses.

Some were directly crushed and evaporated by the Qi and Blood Longsword, turning into wisps of black smoke; others were knocked to the ground, writhing wildly, but could never reassemble on his body.

In contrast, Chen Zhan's dragon and snake blood armor became increasingly divine, crystal clear, as if carved from red jade. Not to mention damaged, it didn't even leave a scratch. On the contrary, his blood energy became more and more powerful.

"Crack——!"

With a crisp sound, Chen Zhan swept his left sword horizontally, accurately striking the left arm where the magical energy was surging.

The arm, composed of blood serpents, snapped off instantly. Countless tiny blood serpents writhed wildly at the break, trying to detach from the severed arm and reassemble into the spirit.

Seeing this, Chen Zhan waved his hand back, and a surge of powerful blood energy swept out, colliding violently with the blood serpents.

"Boom boom boom!"

A series of explosions rang out, and all the blood serpents that tried to escape were detonated, turning into pools of blackish-red slime.

Having lost an arm, the spirit let out a mournful roar:

"Impossible! Your total amount of vital energy and essence cannot be more than mine!"

"I've absorbed the lifeblood of thousands of people, how could I possibly be no match for you?"

With a roar, the vital energy within his body surged wildly.

Countless blood serpents surged from his body, intertwining again at the severed arm. In the blink of an eye, an identical blood-red arm was regenerated.

However, the energy in this newly grown arm was disordered and far less solid than before.

Chen Zhan looked at him and slowly nodded: "It seems that this is the only way. You can't possibly fully integrate the Blood Serpent with your own blood and qi in a short time. You can only simply use their power, which is far from enough."

Those who cultivate true qi have already established their martial arts path and have developed deep-rooted habits. It is by no means an overnight success to completely change their path to qi and blood martial arts.

After exchanging only a few blows with him, Fa Ling was able to make up her mind to imitate his Qi and Blood Techniques, and even managed to capture three or four parts of its essence.

In terms of talent alone, he is a rare genius in the martial arts world.

Unfortunately, his mind was twisted, and he went astray. The blood and energy he absorbed could not be refined and integrated with his own blood and energy to exert their due power.

No one is exempt from this.

Even though the essence of blood and qi in the relic was refined by him personally, it could only be used to repair his own injuries. He could not directly absorb it and fuse it with the blood and qi of the divine tiger in his body.

Therefore, Chen Zhan used relics to cure diseases and save lives.

At that time, the Soul-Slaying Dharma King forcibly absorbed the vital essence from the relic and forced open the Blood Armor, resulting in a bizarre and incongruous situation.

Even Fang Sheng, whose demonic form was not yet complete, could control him.

The current Dharma Spirit, similar to the Soul-Slaying Dharma King of that time, is using power to cause its body to mutate.
If it can be completely suppressed and integrated, it might actually be possible to help him find a way out.

But the chance is gone.

Chen Zhan's blood-red wings fluttered gently, and he retreated a few feet, creating distance between himself and the Dharma Spirit.

The Divine Tiger Qi and Blood within his body circulated once more, and a layer of fine, dark red down suddenly appeared on the blood-armored wings on his back. The down was as hard as steel needles, giving him a more savage and wild appearance.

It was a quick and decisive battle.

Once he made up his mind, the blood wings on his back suddenly trembled.

"boom--!"

Its speed suddenly doubled again, and its figure vanished from its original spot in an instant, leaving only a crimson afterimage.

"Whoosh!"

Almost simultaneously, Chen Zhan's palm landed precisely on Fa Ling's chest.

The compound eyes on Fa Ling's chest, composed of blood serpents, exploded instantly. Countless tiny blood serpents were evaporated on the spot by the power of blood and qi, leaving only a pitch-black blood hole.

This is far from over.

Chen Zhan suddenly unleashed his long-dormant boxing techniques, unleashing the three punches of Xingyi Quan: Beng, Zuan, and Heng.

The Bengquan (Crushing Fist) is like thunder crashing over a mountain, fierce and domineering; the Zuanquan (Drilling Fist) is like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, precise and cunning; and the Hengquan (Horizontal Fist) is like raging waves crashing against the shore, unstoppable.

"Bam—!"

"Bam—!"

"Bam—!"

The dull thuds of impact continued to resound. Fa Ling was firmly locked onto by Chen Zhan, and in the air, like a kite with a broken string, she was knocked about and thrown about, completely powerless to fight back.

Each punch was accompanied by the sound of blood splattering and bones breaking.

Just as he was about to condense his blood serpent defense, it was forcibly dispersed by Chen Zhan's blood energy, leaving him only able to let out a series of mournful roars, without even the slightest chance to resist.

With a single punch, Fa Ling's body flew backward like a cannonball.

Chen Zhan flashed forward, already appearing in his retreating path, his right fist poised to strike, blood and qi condensing on it, a burst of red light surging forth.

"Crushing Mountain Cannon Fist".

With a low shout, he unleashed a powerful punch.

This punch, imbued with most of his vital energy and carrying a world-destroying force, struck the spirit's face with pinpoint accuracy. "Pfft—"

The residual force of the cannon punch had not yet dissipated when the magic spirit's head exploded on the spot.

Crimson blood droplets mixed with grayish-white brain matter splattered, landing on the stone walls and the ground, instantly charred black by the rising steam.

The headless body lost its support and fell from the sky like a puppet with broken strings, crashing heavily onto the bluestone ground.

The uncontrolled flow of his vital energy erupted the moment he landed, exploding with a loud "bang," and his body completely disintegrated, turning into pools of viscous, dark red liquid.

Within the mucus, countless tiny blood snakes writhe wildly.

Dragging their half-bodied bodies, they scrambled towards the bronze cauldron, eager to return to their mother body and seek protection.

Chen Zhan, hovering in mid-air, naturally wouldn't give them that chance.

His fingertips circulated qi and blood, condensing into a wisp of pale golden flame. With a flick of his finger, the flame fell into the slime like a shooting star.

"Zizi-"

A piercing burning sound rang out, and pale golden flames instantly spread out, enveloping all the blood serpents and slime.

The blood serpents let out mournful cries in the flames, struggled for a moment and then lost all their vitality, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating into the air.

After defeating the demon spirit, Chen Zhan slowly retracted the blood wings on his back.

The surging energy around him gradually subsided, and the dragon-snake blood armor receded like a tide, revealing his original blue robe. He landed lightly, looking calmly at the charred marks remaining on the ground.

The spirit died just like that.

It's a bit of a letdown.

Chen Zhan had expected a close battle between two equally matched forces. Apart from the initial trouble caused by the Tongxuan Heaven Domain, the Dharma Spirit had mostly focused its efforts on external operations.

He truly excelled at manipulating puppets, absorbing vital energy, and winning people's hearts.

The Murong family had been operating in the Jiangnan region for a century, with deep roots, yet they still couldn't escape his schemes.

Even without Chen Zhan bringing his men, Fa Ling would never have let the Murong family go.

Murong Bo made the wrong choice in cooperating with Fa Ling from the very beginning. The two sides were not equal in strength, and sooner or later they would become fish on each other's chopping board.

Chen Zhan's gaze shifted to the bronze cauldron on the stone platform.

Perhaps sensing the death of the spirit, the three-headed blood viper inside the cauldron began to writhe violently, its tens of feet long snake body struggling wildly, the black iron chains being pulled with a "creaking" sound, trying to break free of its restraints and escape from this place.

Chen Zhan flicked his wrist, and another pure white relic flew out from his sleeve, hovering in the air.

He quickly formed complex hand seals, and the relic suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, its blood-red halo spreading out and enveloping the entire cave.

Sensing the aura emanating from the relic, the three-headed Blood Serpents grew increasingly ferocious, their three heads roaring madly, yet unable to break free from the chains binding them.

With a flick of his finger, Chen Zhan unleashed a torrent of vital energy from the relic, cascading down like a waterfall and condensing into a long river of vital energy in the void. He then precisely guided this energy to the body of the Three-Headed Blood Serpent.

Then, he pointed out another spark.

"boom--!"

The spark landed on the River of Qi and Blood, instantly igniting it. A raging fire serpent suddenly rose up, completely engulfing the Three-Headed Blood Serpent.

The flames burned brighter and brighter, turning the stone walls a deep red. The temperature inside the cave suddenly rose, and the fishy smell in the air was replaced by a strong, burnt smell.

The three-headed Blood Serpent writhed wildly in the flames, letting out deafening roars, but could only watch helplessly as its body was slowly burned by the flames.

At this moment, the screams outside the cave gradually subsided.

A moment later, a figure in blue flashed into the cave; it was Zhao Qingtan.

She had some bloodstains on her body, her hair was a little messy, and her breathing was slightly disordered, clearly indicating that the cleanup operation outside had not been smooth sailing.

"Is everything resolved?" Chen Zhan asked.

Zhao Qingtan nodded in response: "All the monks practicing evil arts in Putuo Temple have been killed, and the rest of the coerced monks have surrendered."

"In addition, I found about 300 people who were imprisoned in the underground space on the west side. They have all been rescued, but most of them are weak and need to be treated as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhan nodded slightly, his gaze returning to the three-headed Blood Serpent.

At this moment, the essence of the three-headed Blood Serpent had already been largely extracted by the magic spirit, and it was also continuously burned by the flames. Its aura was extremely weak, and its three heads hung limply. It didn't even have the strength to roar anymore, and could only occasionally let out a few weak moans. Its aura was getting weaker and weaker.

"Have your men deal with this place. Bury it with the mountainside and make this space disappear completely from the mountains," Chen Zhan ordered in a deep voice.

"it is good."

Zhao Qingtan responded and looked at the three-headed Blood Serpent on the stone platform. At this moment, it had completely lost its breath, but the flames were still burning, turning its body into a pile of ashes.

She frowned slightly: "Although the mother of that thing is dead, the blood serpents that separated from the blood sac will not die with it. If given the right conditions, they might be able to grow again."

Chen Zhan was naturally aware of this.

Throughout the cave, tiny blood snakes were scattered everywhere, wriggling wildly in the corners, trying to hide.

"I'll clean up the mess, you go and call for help."

"Okay." Zhao Qingtan didn't hesitate any longer, turned around and quickly left the cave.

Chen Zhan took a deep breath, and the power of his blood and qi surged once more, slowly expanding his own domain.

His domain covered the entire cavern, and he could clearly sense all the blood serpents hidden in the corners.

With a thought, the energy within his domain transformed into countless tiny blades of energy, precisely slashing at each blood serpent and annihilating them all without leaving any survivors.

A moment later, Zhao Qingtan arrived with Gu Yu and several Dragon God Guards dressed in black.

Gu Yu was still holding two monks who were tied up, and his face showed some disappointment. It was clear that he had missed the big battle and had not been able to show off his skills.

Chen Zhan briefly explained the situation inside the cave, and arranged for several Dragon God Guards to seal off the area and collect the corpses and ashes on the ground.

He then turned around and left the cave with Zhao Qingtan and Gu Yu.

By this time, the sky outside Putuo Temple was beginning to lighten, and the fierce battle of the night had finally come to an end.

Down the mountain, the rescued people were being properly cared for by the Dragon God Guards. Many of them were sobbing softly, their faces filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

But in reality, most people who stayed overnight on Mount Putuo had no idea what was going on.

Zhao Qingtan walked to Chen Zhan's side and said softly, "All the monks who surrendered in the temple have been taken into custody. What should be done with them afterward?"

Chen Zhan said, "You handle it. I'm not a government official. Wouldn't it be better if you, a second-rank official, handled it personally? Putuo Temple and the Murong family have amassed countless riches, which can be added to the national treasury and prepared for use as supplies for the war."

Zhao Qingtan nodded.

But then he asked, "Will Brother Zhan continue his travels?"

"Yes, we'll detour to Dali."

"That"

"You should prioritize national affairs; there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Clearly, she also wanted to continue traveling with Chen Zhan, but the matter at Putuo Temple was too important for her to handle personally. (End of Chapter)