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Chapter 117 An Ordinary Minor Sect Leader

On the steps, Yun Songzi, who had been watching the show with his eyes half-closed, revealed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Good heavens..." he thought to himself, "This kid has actually integrated the completed 'Dragon Steps' with the Locust Tree Breath Concealment Technique to such an extent."

To outsiders, Meng Xihong's movements appeared and disappeared like a ghost.

But in the eyes of a great being like Yun Songzi, it was clear.

Meng Xihong first used the Breath Concealment Technique to reduce his aura, spiritual energy fluctuations, and even his presence to nothingness, and then unleashed the unpredictable "Dragon Steps" technique in an instant.

The transition between appearance and disappearance was seamless, with almost no delay.

“This kid…” Yun Songzi stroked his beard, a big smile spreading across his face.

Meanwhile, Blood Raven felt a chill run from his tailbone straight up to the top of his head, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

What kind of bizarre movement technique is this? What kind of killing technique is this?
"you wanna die!"

A mixture of shock, anger, and fear gripped Blood Raven, who dared not show the slightest contempt. He suddenly spread his arms wide, and beneath his wide black robe, a thick, inky aura of bloodlust erupted!
"The river of blood is overwhelming!"

With a flick of his wrist, a crimson whip made entirely of viscous blood appeared out of thin air—his natal magic weapon, the Blood River Whip!

The long whip lashed out, instantly transforming into a raging sea of ​​blood, within which countless wronged souls wailed, carrying a malevolent aura that corroded spiritual power as it crashed down upon Meng Xihong!
However, even when faced with this wave of blood that would strike fear into the hearts of cultivators of the same level, Meng Xihong's face remained expressionless.

He simply raised his right hand, fingers spread, and gently clenched it against the surging, bloody filth.

"Noisy."

Om-!
A strange buzzing sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

The chaotic, glazed halo surrounding Meng Xihong suddenly expanded outwards, and the five elements of spiritual power spun rapidly in his palm at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, interacting and restraining each other, eventually transforming into a five-colored vortex the size of a millstone.

The moment the towering wave of blood collided with the five-colored vortex, it emitted a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound.

It was like boiling oil being poured onto ice; the filthy, bloodthirsty aura was rapidly decomposed, purified, and obliterated.

Just two breaths.

The terrifying river of blood was completely swallowed up by the vortex in front of that palm.

The world has returned to clarity.

Only that figure in the black robe remained, standing with his hands behind his back, spotless.

"..."

The whole place was in deathly silence.

Whether it was the more than three hundred new disciples in front of the mountain gate or the tens of thousands of onlookers craning their necks on the ships in the waters below, they all seemed to have their throats tightly gripped, forgetting even to breathe.

On the ship, Sun Xuan of the Xuanfu Sect had his mouth agape wide enough to fit a duck egg, and his eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

What did he see?
Blood Raven's infamous "Blood River Raging" was wiped out in a single move.

Is this the early stage of Foundation Establishment?
You call this a greenhorn who has just established his foundation?
A thousand demonic beasts galloped through Sun Xuan's mind.
"Luckily I was smart enough to hold back, otherwise my mid-Foundation Establishment cultivation would have ended up the same way as his." He muttered to himself, his lips trembling.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

That was no ordinary spell! It was the "Blood River" that he had refined for a hundred years, devoured tens of thousands of souls, and integrated with his own life essence!
It is the supreme demonic art of his Blood God Sect!
This river of blood is extremely filthy and defiled; it can contaminate magical treasures and erode one's foundation of cultivation. This is the basis upon which he established his dominance in southern Qingzhou! It is the embodiment of his Daoist heart!
Blood Raven was acting like a madman; he couldn't accept this fact that was enough to shatter his Dao heart.

He let out a sharp cry, opened his mouth abruptly, and spat out a large ball of purplish-black vital essence blood.

The essence blood fell onto the Blood River Whip, and the whip immediately let out a shrill shriek. The whip body swelled to ten zhang, and countless painful and distorted faces appeared and disappeared on the whip body. An aura ten times stronger than before suddenly erupted!

"Blood Soul Devourer! Swallow him for me!"

The Blood Raven's face was ferocious as it fully unleashed the deadliest power of this magical artifact.

woohoo~
The wailing and howling of ghosts shook people to the point of breaking their spirits.

From within that blood whip emerged nine ferocious and terrifying blood-red souls, each possessing an aura comparable to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, baring their fangs and claws as they lunged at Meng Xihong.

"The devil is twisted."

He stopped passively defending himself and stepped forward. There were no elaborate spells, no dazzling lights.

He simply threw a punch.

This punch may seem ordinary, but it actually contains the profound principles of the five elements' mutual generation and restraint, and a righteous energy originating from the "literary spirit and integrity"—extremely yang and strong, capable of dispelling all evil—perfectly integrated into the fist!

This is a fusion of immortality and martial arts, and even more so, the simultaneous cultivation of both literary and martial arts!
This punch is called "Righteous Suppression of Prison"!
boom!
A dull thud!

Meng Xihong's fist struck precisely the head of the foremost soul entity.

There was no explosion, no shock wave.

That soul, comparable to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, was like a snowman exposed to sunlight. Before it could even utter a scream, it was "hissed" and purified into the purest Yin energy by the righteous energy contained in the fist, dissipating into the world.

One punch!
Another punch!
Meng Xihong moved among the remaining eight soul entities as if strolling in a garden. With each punch, a soul entity would inevitably shatter in response.

His movements were fluid and graceful, even possessing a beauty reminiscent of a master martial artist.

However, to the members of the Blood God Cult, this scene was ten thousand times more terrifying than the slaughterhouse of the Asuras of Hell.

boom!
When the last soul was destroyed, Meng Xihong's figure appeared like a ghost in front of Blood Raven.

The two were less than three feet apart.

Blood Raven felt a chill run through him, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Looking into those calm, unwavering eyes, an unprecedented fear instantly overwhelmed all his reason and ferocity.

"Who...who exactly are you?" His voice was dry and hoarse, filled with trembling.

Meng Xihong looked at him, his expression indifferent, and slowly spoke:
"Just an ordinary sect leader."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slapped Blood Raven across the face.

crisp.

Loud and clear.

Snapped!
The slap wasn't deafening, but it was strangely crisp.

After that crisp sound, the wind stopped, the water became still, and the breathing of tens of thousands of people ceased.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Everyone stared wide-eyed as the infamous Blood Raven Master was sent flying through the air at high speed, like a top struck by a tremendous force.

His distorted face, the left half of which was visibly collapsing inward, his gleaming white teeth mixed with blood and foam, drew a horrifying arc in the air.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a heavy object falling into the water broke the silence, and the Blood Raven's body crashed into the water a hundred feet away, creating a towering column of water.

In front of the mountain gate, Meng Xihong slowly withdrew his hand, placed it behind his back, and remained calm.

The entire venue remained deathly silent.

The Blood God Cult members, however, were utterly shocked.

This shock did not stem from loyalty to the Blood Raven, but from an instinctive fear of absolute power and a sudden awareness of one's own predicament.

Beneath the deathly silence, a dozen undercurrents, each with its own distinct thoughts, flowed.

One of the closest believers instinctively took a half-step back; this subtle movement was incredibly jarring in the frozen air.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Meng Xihong was no longer that of greed as one looks at prey, but rather one of utter horror as one looks up at a god or demon.

Meanwhile, the fear in the eyes of the other, slightly higher-ranking man in black robes quickly faded, replaced by a hint of hidden greed and scheming.

His gaze darted rapidly between the falling blood crow and the figure in the black robe, and the knuckles of his hand holding the magic weapon twitched slightly.

Lord Blood Raven... was actually slapped in public! This is more damaging to his prestige within the sect than killing him with a sword.

What does a person who has lost prestige and is seriously injured mean to this pack of jackals?
Fear, greed, suspicion... these feelings quietly took root in the hearts of these demons after that slap.

(End of this chapter)