Chapter 652 - 225 The Divine Pill Xuanming! Superior Xuanming!_1

"Huff!"

With a slight intention, Su Changkong condensed spiritual energy into a white crane enveloped in a faint aura. He leaped onto its back, and the crane’s ethereal wings flapped as it soared into the sky, escaping into the distance.

"That person... left on a flying mount?"

Surrounding Profound Darkness Mountain, the martial artists of Profound Darkness Sect constantly monitored the skies above. The sharp-eyed among them spotted a white phantom swiftly rising towards the heavens, disappearing into the distance. Instantly invigorated, they knew the enemy had departed.

"Quick... return to the sect and see how the Deputy Sect Master and the others are doing?"

The martial artists of Profound Darkness Sect immediately returned within. Upon arrival, they were each tremendously shaken.

"The spiritual energy of Profound Darkness Mountain has disappeared entirely… Has the Spirit Vein been destroyed? Such vicious poison! Such ruthless methods!"

"The Deputy Sect Master has vanished as well, and not even their corpses are to be found, they must have met a tragic fate!"

"The Spirit Field, Book Collection Pavilion, and Treasure Pavilion have all fallen victim to that person’s malicious deeds!"

The martial artists of Profound Darkness Sect stared blankly, some in disbelief. Just yesterday, everything had been fine with their Profound Darkness Sect. But in one day, the reputable masters were grievously injured or killed, including the Deputy Sect Master.

The Spirit Fields, Book Collection Pavilion, and Treasure Pavilion inside the sect had been raided clean, leaving nothing behind. These were the very tactics they of Profound Darkness Sect used against other forces and Warrior Sects in the past!

"Sect Leader... when will you return? Such a person, who has lost all humanity, must be torn to pieces and skinned alive!"

The surviving elders of Profound Darkness Sect had red eyes; that martial artist’s actions were even more ruthless than bandits and more brutal than robbers.

The Spirit Vein was destroyed, the sect’s secret manuals, spiritual medicine, spirit stones, and spirit pills were all taken, leaving Profound Darkness Sect severely wounded, and it would be difficult to recover for a long time!

Some martial artists of Profound Darkness Sect had red eyes, hoping only for the return of Sect Leader Superior Xuanming. Given his temperament, he would certainly not let this slide easily; no matter the identity of the perpetrator, a heavy price must be paid.

Su Changkong didn’t care about how the martial artists of Profound Darkness Sect were outraged or how they contemplated revenge against him.

Su Changkong’s goal was to strengthen his own power. If he was strong enough, these so-called evil Demon Sect martial artists were nothing more than ants that he could squash in the palm of his hand!

Blood Demon Door, one of the Thirty-six Demon Gates located in the northern reaches outside the Great Flame Empire, atop Blood Demon Mountain. The foundation of Blood Demon Door was not much inferior to Profound Darkness Sect, and their Sect Master, Blood Demon Child, had a fearsome reputation, having slain three Five-Qi Grandmasters years ago.

Now he was quietly cultivating within Blood Demon Mountain.

In just a few hours, Su Changkong had traversed tens of thousands of miles, arriving above Blood Demon Mountain.

Blood Demon Mountain, the air teemed with the stench of blood. The buildings were all of a dark crimson, and the disciples of Blood Demon Sect clad in dark red garb bustled about, most pale-faced with red eyes.

Su Changkong, sitting on the back of the crane’s shade, took a light sniff, "This thick scent of blood… It’s not just from beasts, but humans too! The source is behind Blood Demon Mountain!"

His eyes as sharp as an eagle’s, he saw an open hillock behind Blood Demon Mountain, and with his keen spiritual perception granted by Guiding Technique, Su Changkong saw in the caverns, a rich bloody air like a small lake. Amidst the churning blood Qi, there was a vague figure entwined within.

This person’s Qi and Blood were strong like the ocean or a lake. Purely in terms of Qi and Blood, they were nearly equal to Su Changkong, who had condensed True Blood—perhaps even slightly more powerful.

However, unlike the fiery quality of Su Changkong’s Qi and Blood, this person’s was cold, chaotic, and evil.

"According to the information provided by Duanmu Tao, Blood Demon Door has an almost unparalleled Martial Art known as ’Blood Demon Skill.’ This cultivation technique is profound and inscrutable, primarily cultivating Qi and Blood, which during the process requires drinking Hundred Spirits Blood... concocted from a variety of rare birds and exotic beasts mixed with human blood.

With such a dense Quality of Qi and Blood, he is likely none other than the Sect Master of Blood Demon Door, Blood Demon Child!" Su Changkong silently concluded, realizing the person emitting that chaotic and vast Qi and Blood was indeed the Sect Master of Blood Demon Door.

"Then I’ll slaughter him first!"

Su Changkong’s eyes grew cold as he drew the Star Pattern Gold Strong Bow, nocked an arrow, and with his Essence Qi Spirit, in an instant pierced the void.

The Star Pattern Gold Arrow absorbed nature’s spiritual energy mid-flight, splitting into three—one wind and one lightning arrow whirling around it, thundering with the roar of wind and lightning, and shot straight towards Blood Demon Child in that small mountain cave.

Su Changkong knew he desired Blood Demon Mountain’s Spirit Vein; a confrontation with Blood Demon Child was inevitable. It was also a chance to gauge the power of the Sect Master of Blood Demon Door.

"Hm?"

At that moment, within the cave, a handsome man with pale skin and blood-red eyes soaking in a bloody lake abruptly opened his eyes. As soon as Su Changkong released the arrow, he sensed it.

The next instant, three beams of arrow light pierced the mountain wall, causing it to collapse from the top and targeting the Blood Demon Child precisely in the bloody lake.

"Sss!"

Strangely, the three arrows, as they passed through the mist of blood, slowed like they were in thick glue, their power dissipating gradually until a tide of blood enveloped the arrows, effortlessly neutralizing Su Changkong’s shot as if it were light as a feather.