Mo Xuan frowned tightly, a sharp glint flashing through his eyes.
"The upper ranks? Elder level?"
He slowly shook his head and said gravely,
"The academy's elders are all at least Dou Wang level. No matter how strong Blood Fiend Son is, he couldn't silently replace one of them!"
Bing Hong gave a cold laugh. The chill at her fingertips condensed into a sharp Ice Blade, which she lightly drew across the tabletop, leaving behind a deep mark.
"Mo Xuan, you underestimate Blood Fiend Son too much."
Her voice was icy as she enunciated each word.
"With the strength of a Seven-star Battle King, coupled with the Blood Demon Sect's secret arts, do you really think hunting an ordinary Dou Wang Elder would be difficult?"
Mo Xuan's pupils contracted slightly, but he still retorted,
"Even if he can kill one, the academy elders are familiar with one another. Their aura, habits, speech, and behavior—how could any of that be easily imitated?"
A cold gleam flickered in Bing Hong's eyes as she slowly said,
"What if he doesn't need to imitate them at all?"
Mo Xuan froze.
"What do you mean?"
Bing Hong tapped lightly with her fingertip, and cold air traced a blurry image in the air.
An elder's corpse was swallowed by blood-colored battle qi. Flesh and bones dissolved inch by inch until they finally became a wisp of blood mist that merged into Blood Fiend Son's body.
"The Blood Demon Sect's secret art—Soul Devouring Spirit Stealing."
"Devour their flesh and blood, refine their soul, seize their memories."
"From then on, he becomes 'that person.'"
Mo Xuan's expression changed drastically. He abruptly rose to his feet, murderous intent surging in his eyes!
"You mean one of the elders now may no longer be the real person?!"
Bing Hong nodded