Slaying Blood Kill

"Trying to run?"

Ye Xiwen sneered and instantly gave chase. Though he had used Blood Kill as a whetstone to temper himself, being completely suppressed and blasted away time and again had left a bellyful of fire in him.

If he did not blow Blood Kill apart, how could he answer for all that vital blood he had spat out?

Clang! A clear sword cry rang out. Sword light illuminated half the cosmos as Ye Xiwen raised his sword and slashed down on the spot.

The moment Blood Kill saw that Ye Xiwen's sword had sealed off every path of retreat, a savage glint flashed through his eyes. Since making his name, he had slaughtered who knew how many people to earn the title Blood Kill and its fearsome prestige. Naturally, he was no coward who bullied only the weak; who knew how many lives he carried on his back.

Now that all retreat had been cut off, the desperation instead forced out his ferocity. He understood that if he did not kill Ye Xiwen now, he would never escape. The battle might be decided in mere moments. If he could not kill Ye Xiwen, he might not even live long enough for Blood Lord to come to his rescue.

Even now, there had been no word from Blood Lord. Clearly, the several Great Sages within Medicine King Valley had entangled him. At the very least, he would not be able to aid Blood Kill anytime soon.

A blood-colored tide suddenly surged madly from his body. He was truly making one last stand. If he could not fight Ye Xiwen to the death now, only death awaited him. All his martial arts began operating at once, manifesting behind him in a succession of strange phenomena.

A colossal blood phantom formed