Death of the Black Deacon

The invisible gang winds transformed into blades and slashed at the towering blood sea, but achieved little. As soon as the gang winds cut open the curtain of blood, more black blood surged over to fill the breach.

Song Changsheng's expression was grave. He picked up the Treasure Gourd and took several deep gulps, whereupon even more immense Spiritual Power erupted from him. A massive phantom Bronze Bell appeared, releasing peals of resounding chimes.

The blood sea began to churn violently, even showing signs of flowing back.

Standing high above, the Black Deacon gave a cold smile and calmly raised his right arm. A blood river filled with the wails of vicious ghosts surged from his wide sleeve.

No one knew how many living beings this blood river had devoured. Countless yin souls howled within it, and the piercing cries left everyone present faintly dazed.

"Splash!"

The blood sea crashed heavily against the phantom Bronze Bell with the force of ten thousand jun, and in an instant, the phantom bell shattered into Points of Light and dissipated.

"Pfft—"

Song Changsheng was struck as if by lightning. His throat tasted sweet, and he opened his mouth to spit out a cloud of Blood Mist.

"Changsheng?" Zhu Yiqun and the others tensed, watching the injured Song Changsheng anxiously.

Song Changsheng's Sword Brows stood sharply upright. The blood at the Corner of the Mouth made his face seem somewhat savage. He took out a handful of Essence Recovery Pills, stuffed them In the Mouth, and chewed them fiercely before once more stabilizing the formation that stood on the verge of collapse.

The Black Deacon raised a brow and said leisurely, "If it were the original Mystic Sun Heavenly Gang Array, This Seat truly might not have been able to do anything to you. But now... it is simply not worth looking at!"

"Boom!"

With a thunderous crash, the blood river that had shattered the phantom Bronze Bell transformed into a lifelike Blood-Colored Flood Dragon. Its enormous eyes, like Bronze Bells, glared as it slammed into the light shield formed from Yang Qi.

The entire grand formation shook violently. A small black dot immediately appeared on the light shield, and then, centered on that dot, cracks began to spread like a Spiderweb.

Song Changsheng gritted his teeth and poured all the Spiritual Power in his body into the grand formation.

But This was all futile.

The Yang Qi gathered by the grand formation was insufficient, and Song Changsheng's cultivation could not fully bring out the formation's power. In the end, he could only watch helplessly as the light shield shattered like a mirror.

"Roar—"

After breaking through the light shield, the Blood-Colored Flood Dragon threw back its head and let out a piercing roar, as though declaring its existence to all directions.

Song Changsheng's face was deathly pale. The destruction of the grand formation had inflicted severe backlash upon him.

"Hmph, devour them!" The Black Deacon issued the command, and the Blood-Colored Flood Dragon, a Hundred Zhang long, opened its Bloody Maw, intending to swallow everyone.

Though Song Changsheng was mentally exhausted, he remained calm in the Bottom of One's Heart. Facing the overwhelmingly oppressive Flood Dragon, a talisman had already appeared in his hand. This was his final trump card!

Before he could activate it, Zhuang Yuechan was already one step ahead of him. She crushed the Jade Pendant in her hand, and a dark blue Spiritual Power shield immediately enveloped them.

When the Blood-Colored Flood Dragon struck it, it merely trembled slightly.

Song Changsheng and the others' Eyes Widened. At that moment, their curiosity about Zhuang Yuechan's identity reached its peak.

Feeling everyone's gazes, Zhuang Yuechan gave a Bitter Smile. "This is a Talisman Treasure my master gave me for protection. It can last for At Most the time it takes to burn one incense stick. If Reinforcements still do not arrive by then, we truly will fall here today."

The time it took to burn one incense stick.

Song Changsheng and the others felt heavy-hearted. Although they had all called for help from their elders, this place was simply too far from the Market. Even Foundation Establishment Cultivators traveling at full speed would need quite some time. The situation did not look good...

"Who exactly are these people? They even have a Talisman Treasure!" The Black Deacon was nearly driven mad. He had actually failed to take down a few Qi Condensation Cultivators for so long. If word got out, would people not laugh their teeth out?

Just as he prepared to continue his fierce assault, a deep, icy voice slowly carried over from afar. "What a remnant of the demonic cult. You actually dared to arrange such a demonic formation. You are simply courting death!"

"Who is it?" The Black Deacon was abruptly startled. He turned to look behind him, only to see a golden Rainbow Light race over from the horizon, Swept Across by boundless Killing Intent.

"I'm your Grandfather Niu!"

With a thunderous shout, a burly figure Appeared. He stood over nine chi tall, built as strong as an ox, with a face full of fierce flesh. The moment he appeared, he pounced straight at the Black Deacon on the hillside.

White Bones Filling the Wild!

The Black Deacon held up both hands, and waves of ghostly wails immediately rang out around him. The hillside beneath his feet transformed into grim white bones, suffused with endless Death Qi. The surrounding plants rapidly withered, turning the area into barren wasteland.

"Screw your mother!" the Burly Man cursed, swiftly closing in. He swung a fist the size of a sandbag at the Black Deacon's face.

The Black Deacon's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly raised an arm to block, crying out, "You do not fear Death Qi?"

The only response was a rain of fists as swift as afterimages, each punch heavier than the last. The Black Deacon struggled left and right, gradually falling into a disadvantage.

Inside the light shield, Zhu Yiqun said in stunned disbelief, "He is completely unafraid of the Blood Demon's Death Qi. This senior's physical body must be Comparable To a Spirit Artifact, right?"

"At this rate, that Blood Demon probably will not last even half a shichen. It is practically a crushing advantage."

This was Song Changsheng's first time witnessing a Body Cultivator of the Foundation Establishment Realm. He had not expected one to be so formidable. He was simply a humanoid Spirit Artifact; ordinary attacks could not harm him at all.

"Hahaha, demon brat, is that all you can do? Your Grandfather Niu has only just finished warming up." The Burly Man's laughter boomed like thunder, filled with utter contempt.

The Black Deacon shouted with an ugly expression, "Arrogant! Do not celebrate too soon..."

"I am arrogant. Come beat me to death, then!" The Burly Man had no intention of listening to more of his nonsense. He drove an old fist into the Black Deacon's chest, instantly breaking several of his ribs and sending his entire body Flying Backwards.

The Burly Man gave the Black Deacon no chance at all. He rushed forward and hammered him with a barrage of blows, treating the dignified Foundation Establishment Late Stage Blood Demon like a humanoid punching bag.

Watching such a "brutal" scene, Zhu Yiqun scratched his head and said with an awkward laugh, "This senior truly is a man of temperament."

The Corner of the Mouth beneath Zhuang Yuechan's veil twitched slightly as well. This scene truly damaged her sect's upright image.

"You have gone too far!!" The Black Deacon's eyes turned crimson as his body rapidly expanded. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a blood-colored giant several zhang tall.

"You still won't submit?" The Burly Man glared, once again raising his fist. A faint layer of golden light covered it, dyeing the fist a brilliant gold.

As the punch flew out, its wind roared like galloping thunder.

Song Changsheng only saw a flash of golden light before the Burly Man's fist had already pierced the Black Deacon's heart.

Looking at the hole in his chest, the Black Deacon's eyes were filled with disbelief. He shot the Burly Man a venomous glare, and cracks immediately began spreading across the surface of his massive Blood Demon body. In the end, it turned into a Pool of Blood.

A streak of blood shot into the sky and fled rapidly toward the horizon.

"You still want to run before your Grandfather Niu?" The Burly Man strode forward on his huge feet and caught up with the Black Deacon's soul In an Instant. With a clenched hand, Annihilation of Body and Spirit!