Battling Blood Owl

"You're courting death!"

A terrifying pressure, ten or a hundred times stronger than Lord Crocodile's earlier pressure, surged forth.

It was as though a Myriad Jun Mountain had materialized, crashing down into the main hall.

Rumble!

The entire nine-tier platform of the Yellow Sand Cult trembled violently.

The sturdy stone buildings groaned as if they could no longer bear the weight.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The servant girls in the main hall had no cultivation whatsoever.

Under this overwhelming pressure, they were crushed into heaps of bloody mush before they even had time to scream.

Several high-ranking members of the Yellow Sand Cult were also pinned firmly in place, unable to move.

"You didn't run away, and that would have been one thing!"

"But you actually came knocking on my door!"

"If that's the case, then I'll grant your wish..."

Blood Owl's tone was laced with boundless chill.

"In a moment, I'll use all 108 forms of torture on you, one by one!"

What Jiang Fan had done before was certainly hateful.

But now, his arrogant decision to come here of his own accord was an even greater insult and provocation to Blood Owl.

Thus, Blood Owl had completely descended into madness.

Jiang Fan merely smiled when he heard this.

"Is that so?"

"I'm just afraid that you, the Vice President of the Blood Butcher Organization, still aren't quite up to the task!"

"All you can do is bare your fangs and wave your claws. You don't have any real attacking power!"

He seemed completely unaffected by Blood Owl's pressure, still standing proudly in the main hall.

His words were full of mockery, and he appeared exceptionally relaxed.

This sent Blood Owl into an even greater rage.

"Die!"

Blood Owl did not move. He simply reached out with his right hand