Wang Zhifanâs indifferent yet confident words immediately left the surrounding people, including the demonic figure, slightly stunned.
Sect Leader Xiong of Wuji Sect thought he was a young man letting his hot blood get the better of him and trying to show off. He hurriedly reminded:
"Mr. Wang, this accursed demon skill is formidable; you mustnât take risks! Wait for the qin master and abbot to arrive, and we shall ambush and kill it together!"
Sect Leader Xiong spoke while keeping a close eye on the demonic figure with the sinister male visage, yet he dared not rush over. He knew the demonâs speed was faster, capable of transforming into various shapes to evade him. He didnât want to let this guy slip away easily either.
"Hehehe... A mere junior dares utter such wild words... Today, I will swallow you whole, bit by bit!"
After Wang Zhifanâs confident speech, the demonic figureâs eyes briefly showed surprise, then turned sinister and disdainful. A member of the demonic path like him loved to torture arrogant challengers, finding the most pleasure in watching them die in pain.
"Swallow me whole? Do you, this ghostly creature, really have the power? I think youâre the one spouting nonsense like a rotten pigâs blood!"
Who knew Wang Zhifan, facing the demonâs threat, not only felt unafraid but was full of spirit as he strode forward with his blade, cursing the demon all the way, exhibiting total fearlessness.
"Very well... Junior... You are the most arrogant person this deity has ever met!"
The demon, immediately angered by Wang Zhifanâs brazen words, had just consumed the flesh and blood of the Wind Snow Towerâs master, and his body had recovered to its peak. He instantly transformed into numerous blood droplets, attacking the approaching Wang Zhifan!
Likewise, Wang Zhifan, true to his word, charged forward with the Wolf-Slaying Blade, launching a fierce attack without employing the usual evasive maneuvers.
Upon witnessing this scene, the Sect Leader of Wuji Sect felt deeply disappointed. He hadnât expected Wang Zhifan, the young man, to be so impetuous â something he never noticed before.
Even Mr. Luu, Sect Leader of the Quicksand Sword Sect, who had been keeping a distance to evade the demon, involuntarily frowned, unable to understand where Wang Zhifan suddenly found the courage after previously being chased all over the sky by the demon.
In the center of the battlefield, the demonic figure transformed into numerous blood droplets surrounding Wang Zhifanâs body, evading the edge of Wang Zhifanâs blade, attempting to directly attach to this boastful young man, to devour his flesh bit by bit.
Having fought Wang Zhifan before, he knew the young manâs speed was fairly quick, making it difficult to chase when he fled. Thus, the demon found it amusing rather than truly getting angered that the opponent suddenly chose head-on confrontation.
And just as the onlookers were about to deem Wang Zhifan who appeared to be willingly walking into a trap as doomed, he felt satisfied in his heart. Actually, if he wanted to quickly kill this demonic figure, it would be easy, but he didnât wish to expose his capabilities beyond being a swordsman in front of the worldâs other masters. Therefore, getting close to this fast and shape-shifting demon was crucial, and now that the demon had taken the bait and rushed to his face, it was exactly as he desired.
"Dream Splendor Frenzy Slash!"
When the multitude of blood droplets almost engulfed Wang Zhifanâs figure, he finally launched his counterattack from desperation.
Suddenly, blade lights glittering like polar auroras burst forth almost simultaneously from all sides beneath the blood droplets, instantly slicing the entire bloody mass into hundreds and thousands of pieces, akin to thunderous bursts exploding in the crimson cloud, creating a spectacular sight.
Immediately following that, a cry came from the blood droplets formed by the demonic figure, as all the droplets scattered hurriedly away from Wang Zhifanâs vicinity, reforming at a distance into a humanoid form, appearing somewhat pitiful with multiple injuries.
At this point, the demonic figure, having suffered a significant loss, now looked at Wang Zhifan with a changed expression â from disdain to seriousness and furious anger â realizing that this opponentâs strength was vastly different from before; he couldnât even land a hit and was instead one-sidedly overpowered.
"Why canât I touch you?"
Amidst shock and suspicion, the heavily wounded demonic figure couldnât help but question Wang Zhifan. It wasnât foolishness but rather the bizarre close-yet-unreachable scenario that defied his understanding.
"Heh... If youâre weak, train more, donât immediately ask questions... Do you think Iâm your dad? Should I tell you everything?"
Wang Zhifan naturally didnât reveal that it was the Biological Force Field blocking him and continued to curse and provoke the opponent.
"Good! Good!! Good!!!"
The now pitiful-looking demon, after listening, shouted "good" three times with a crazed expression. His face, initially full of heavy anger, twisted into a grin, signifying that Wang Zhifanâs antics had thoroughly enraged him.
"You little bastard... This minor injury is nothing to this deity! Today, even if it costs me my life, I will kill you!"
Saying those heated words, the demonâs body turned once again into a massive blood mist, flying towards Mr. Luu, Sect Leader of Quicksand Sword Sect.
"Stop him! He intends to absorb blood to heal!"
The Sect Leader of Wuji Sect, witnessing the scene but not comprehending the previous fight, shouted urgently, speeding off in pursuit of the demonic figure.
It wasnât his fault for not attacking immediately after the demon was injured; he knew all too well that this demon was a type that he couldnât handle. Although his defense was strong enough to confront the demon, the demon had a speed advantage, wasnât particularly vulnerable to his physical attacks, and was extremely efficient at recovering injuries through absorbing flesh and blood. He could only be continuously toyed with.