"Damn it, who is it! Come out and face me!"
Hearing Chu Fengmian’s taunting voice, Mu Yuanhuo roared in rage.
Within the blood fog, a sudden downpour of blood rain began to fall.
Each drop of this blood rain was highly corrosive, and any ordinary Martial Artist who came into contact with it would surely lose their life.
"Die! With the blood sacrifice of these ten thousand people, my demonic power will be fully developed!"
Mu Yuanhuo laughed loudly, his demonic practice allowed him to absorb more blood from the people he killed, transforming it into demonic blood to enhance his own power.
"Such minor demonic power, and you dare to be arrogant?"
Chu Fengmian laughed out loud, stomped his foot and his figure suddenly surged upward towards the sky.
His Sword Edge flickered in his hand, turning into a barrier of sword Qi, and Chu Fengmian easily blocked the torrential blood rain.
"Prince, leave this demon to me. You all handle the other bandits."
Chu Fengmian turned around and spoke to Prince Xuanqi, then charged towards Mu Yuanhuo, unleashing a flurry of Sword Edge slashes.
"Hmph, I wondered who it was, so it’s just a little fellow from the Wusheng Academy?"
Mu Yuanhuo sneered as he looked at Chu Fengmian.
"A mere newcomer at bodily realm planning to kill me, you must be dreaming!"
"Blood Rain Sky Demon!"
Mu Yuanhuo burst into laughter; around him, countless blood-colored mists condensed, transforming into a blood-red demonic figure.
He charged towards Chu Fengmian, making a ferocious grab.
"A talent from Wusheng Academy shall add quite some power to me, Wusheng Academy wants to kill me? I will start by killing a talent today to show the academy how formidable I am!"
Mu Yuanhuo spoke as he laughed, considering Chu Fengmian as good as dead.
His grab, not even a Divine Veins realm Martial Artist can withstand easily, let alone resist unless it was one of the top ten disciples from the inner gates of Wusheng Academy.
Looking at Chu Fengmian’s unfamiliar face, likely a newcomer, how could such a person withstand his demonic power?
"All you’ve learned is some superficial demonic power, you can’t even control it yourself, yet you want to kill me?"
A cold smirk appeared on Chu Fengmian’s lips.
As soon as Chu Fengmian spoke, he thrust his Sword Edge forward, and the blood hand Mu Yuanhuo had formed shattered with a shake from Chu Fengmian’s Sword Edge.
Easily dissolved by Chu Fengmian.
"Impossible! How can a little fellow at bodily realm withstand my demonic power?"
Seeing his blood hand shattered, Mu Yuanhuo cried out in disbelief, even more frantically pushing the demonic power within his body.
"Blood Demon Descent! Calamity befall mankind!"
The blood-colored figure enveloping Mu Yuanhuo’s body grew even larger, crazily emitting a terrifying blood Qi.
This blood Qi, who knows how many people had been slaughtered to condense it.
Chu Fengmian caught sight of this, and Mu Yuanhuo must have killed at least ten thousand people to have such thick blood Qi.
"For practicing demonic power, you’ve massacred extensively, you’ve already become demonized, a true demon!"
Chu Fengmian looked at Mu Yuanhuo, saying coldly.
Mu Yuanhuo had practiced demonic power for merely half a year, killing so many people in such time, if Mu Yuanhuo were to continue.
He could possibly become a great demon of the Nine Domains.
"Fallen into demonhood? As long as there is power, what does demonhood matter?"
Mu Yuanhuo listened to Chu Fengmian’s words, his lips curling into a sneer.
"I have fallen into demonhood now! Once my demonic power is fully developed, I will destroy the Martial Victory Academy and the four great sects! Every living creature will be nourishment for my flesh!"
"Then today, I will break your demonic power, so you cannot continue your evil deeds!"
Chu Fengmian snorted coldly.
The Xuanqing Sword, its edge flashing, a streak of Sword Qi charged towards Mu Yuanhuo, fiercely slashing over.
Under this Sword Qi, a layer of blood mist around Mu Yuanhuo suddenly shattered, exposing his half-human, half-demon form.
"So Mu Yuanhuo has really become a demon!"
Countless soldiers, even some bandits, couldn’t help but raise their heads and shout upon witnessing this scene.
Now, Mu Yuanhuo barely retained any semblance of a human, he was a true monster.
"Damn it, how could a mere boy break my demonic power!"
Seeing his demonic power broken, Mu Yuanhuo screamed in disbelief.
What made it even harder for him to accept was that Chu Fengmian was still just a body-refining Martial Artist. How could a body-refining Martial Artist defeat him?
"Have you hidden your realm?"
Mu Yuanhuo looked at Chu Fengmian and shouted angrily.
"Damn, have I actually fallen into your trap today? But it won’t be easy for you to kill me!"
While speaking, a layer of blood mist emanated from his body.
With a "Boom!", Mu Yuanhuo’s figure suddenly shattered, leaving behind only a trail of blood light, escaping towards the deep west-north deserts.
"I will remember today’s enmity! Once I have recovered my strength, I will blood-wash every city in the west-north deserts to avenge today!"
Mu Yuanhuo’s voice grew more distant and more haughty, as he swiftly fled.
"This is bad, we can’t let him get away!"
These bandits could be killed in large numbers but it was useless unless they killed Mu Yuanhuo to resolve the bandit scourge in the west-north deserts.
"Don’t worry, Prince, this demon can’t escape."
Chu Fengmian sneered, his figure also transformed into a phantom, flying towards the direction from which Mu Yuanhuo had just escaped.
"Blood Escape, I didn’t expect Mu Yuanhuo to master such a profound Escape Technique. However, with his strength, he shouldn’t be able to sustain it for long!"
Chu Fengmian’s movement technique was fully activated, his speed comparable to a peak Divine Sea realm Martial Artist.
His figure flashed through the desert, instantly covering a hundred meters, merely following the trail of blood light.
This Blood Escape was indeed among the most profound Escape Techniques in the Nine Domains, extremely fast but also extremely costly. It consumed nearly half of one’s essence blood.
Without spending years to recover, it could only be used as a last resort.
Chu Fengmian hadn’t expected that in this remote Martial Victory State, Mu Yuanhuo would still be able to resort to Blood Escape, allowing him a temporary escape.
But he could not escape; Chu Fengmian’s Divine Sense had already completely locked onto him. The moment Mu Yuanhuo tried to rest would be Chu Fengmian’s moment to strike.
With Divine Veins, Chu Fengmian’s Spiritual Power was almost limitless. What could Mu Yuanhuo do against Chu Fengmian?