Stopping Bloodshed with Bloodshed II

Thousands of miles away.

He Country · Mingwei City.

The rain was torrential.

On the somewhat chilly Sidajia Lake, in an open space beside a cedar forest.

A dense swarm of soldiers in white armor and hats, resembling an ant colony, were engaged in a fierce battle with another group of masked men in dark green bodysuits.

The white-armored soldiers bore the official snowflake markings of the He Country.

The masked men had snow leopard patterns with three tails tattooed on their backs. The patterns were simple, outlined with just a few lines, making it easy to recognize at a glance.

At this moment, the rain poured down, and the white-armored soldiers, who should have had the numerical advantage, were instead forced to retreat step by step by the fearless masked man with the three tails.

Deep in the cedar forest, past the corpses of both sides scattered everywhere, in a clearing after logging.

King Mu Li and a thin, balding old Daoist priest stood side by side, gazing into the distance.

"It's been so many days, and it's still not over?" King Mu Li looked worried as he gazed at the mysterious, dark green building that was faintly visible in the forest.

That was a cruel Secret Teaching that the He Country had only recently discovered. Its name was Mosang.

The doctrine calls on people to abandon their physical bodies and dedicate them to the Secret God of the Mo Sang Sect in exchange for the eternal blessings of ascension to the Mo Sang God Kingdom.

The discovery of this Secret Teaching caused a sensation throughout the He Country.

Not for any other reason, but because tens of thousands of skeletons were unearthed underground at one of the sect's outposts.

King Mu Li was furious and sent troops to besiege the enemy, but they suffered repeated defeats and returned empty-handed.

They then had no choice but to seek help from a master of the Blood Immortal Path Sect.

The Blood Immortal Path has now become a truly legal cultivation organization in the He Country. Its leader was the Daoist Hong Xian who fled the Human Immortal Temple.

Back when Daoist Hong Xian was old and frail, he was transformed into a Blood Descendant of a generation. After nearly a century of accumulation, his power exploded like a geyser. In just half a year, he stepped into the realm of Grandmaster. After that, he soared to great heights. Now that he has become the Dao Lord, with the help of the He Country, he shows signs of reaching the realm of Great Grandmaster.

Upon hearing the king King Mu Li, ask a question, his eyes also flashed red, and he stroked his beard in deep thought.

"I have already dispatched thirteen cave masters from the Blood Immortal Path to enter together. At the very least, they should have made some noise by now. But now..."

He gazed at the towering, dark green building, hundreds of meters high, and felt a vague sense of apprehension.

"Now, I'm afraid the odds are against us."

"Master, why don't we join forces and enter together?" A tall man, clad in dark gold armor and masked, with his arms crossed, suddenly spoke from the shadows not far away.

He was the black-robed expert who escorted King Mu Li away back then.

Finally, he was severely injured in a fight with Fan Heng of the Reverse Time Society and barely managed to escape.

Upon returning to the He Country and seeing his lord again, he discovered that his lord's temperament had changed drastically.

Originally King Mu Li was proud of being the son of Gods and Buddhas of the Great Ling Imperial Clan. However, after the Great Ling's defeat, he changed his ways, prioritizing the suffering of the people and the equality of all. He treated the virtuous with respect, and sought immortality through Daoist practices.

The statues of the Gods and Buddhas and Earth Mother inside the palace were increasingly neglected.

What surprised him even more was that the Prince had built a Great Way Daoist palace called Blood Immortal Path near the palace.

They treated an old Daoist priest, whose cultivation was no more than that of a Grandmaster, as an honored guest.

Initially, due to his severe injuries, he could only send his disciples to fight him, but they all returned empty-handed.

At that time, I didn't quite understand, but later, seeing the Prince cultivate with the Blood Immortal Path every day, although he is now old, his body is becoming stronger and more vigorous, his energy is abundant, his aura is stronger, and his martial arts physique is much stronger than before.

Only then did he finally understand the true power of the Blood Immortal Path.

Soon, as time went by, the Prince promoted the cultivation of Immortal Path throughout the country. Although few followed him, it required consuming the blood of animals to cultivate, which kept many people away.

But gradually, as the years passed, people discovered the various benefits of the Blood Immortal Path and began to accept it.

At this very moment Mo Sang Sect and the Blood Immortal Path clashed.

In one victory, the Blood Immortal Path discovered ten thousand skeletons beneath the Mo Sang Sect's stronghold, shocking the world! "General Feng, have you considered that while the thirteen cave masters of our Blood Immortal Path Sect are not individually strong, only at the Three Voids level, when they join forces, even a Grandmaster would perish? Yet now, all thirteen of them have entered together, without even a peep or a reply. There must be something fishy going on here!"

Daoist Hong Xian frowned.

He was Blood Descendant of the thirteen cave masters, bestowed with their essence and blood, and thus possessed a subtle blood connection with them. What worried him now was that the building severed this blood connection the instant all the cave masters entered.

That's the most troublesome part.

In other words, he still doesn't know whether the people inside are alive or dead.

"What should we do? What should we do?" King Mu Li sighed several times, at a loss for what to do.

At that very moment.

Boom!!

At the top of the dark green building, a huge humanoid figure with three black tails on its back burst through the roof and leaped high into the air.

Large amounts of gravel flew and scattered.

"Dare to offend my god, you deserve to die!! Kill!!"

The humanoid figure was five meters tall, with three tails on its back that resembled whips, each over ten meters long, whistling sharply as it lashed out in mid-air.

Wherever its long tail passed, trees, rocks, and walls were easily sliced in half.

Upon seeing King Mu Li's direction, the humanoid figure leaped into the air and pounced towards them.

"Protect the Prince!" Daoist Hong Xian and General Feng shouted in unison. The two leaped into the air simultaneously, heading straight to meet each other.

Boom! In mid-air, three figures flashed past each other like lightning.

Daoist Hong Xian quickly fell to the ground, a large hole suddenly appearing in his chest, with all the flesh and blood gone, as if it had been forcibly ripped out.

General Feng exchanged dozens of blows in mid-air, but was still no match for his opponent and was heavily knocked to the ground.

"Damn it! It's Spirit General!!" When Daoist Hong Xian saw that General Feng had also been knocked down, he realized that the opponent was not someone he could handle.

Although General Feng's injuries had not fully healed, it was only his mind and will that had been severely damaged by the Demon Weapon; his physical strength still remained at the Great Grandmaster level. Yet, he was still forced down to that level.

"Activate the Ten Thousand Blood Array!" Daoist Hong Xian shouted.

Immediately, a series of blood-robed figures leaped into the air behind him, a total of thirty-three people, who simultaneously cut open their own wrists, spraying blood outwards.

Immediately following on the left and right, thirty-three people leaped up together, spraying blood.

A total of ninety-nine streams of blood wove together a net that completely enveloped the Sang Spirit General in the middle.

The blood wasn't moving very fast. The Spirit General tried to dodge, but was rushed forward by the Daoist Hong Xian and struck out with all his might.

Bang!

Hong Xian was sent flying backward, vomiting blood, but the Spirit General was also blocked and fell back, caught in the center of the Blood Web.

Hiss! Countless plumes of white smoke rose from his body.

He groaned in pain and was about to charge towards King Mu Li to capture the bandit leader.

Pfft! The Daoist Hong Xian shoved another mouthful of blood at his head.

His speed, amplified by his Blood Descendant, meant that even if he wasn't as fast as Spirit General, the difference wasn't significant.

At this moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out. This was the blood of a grandmaster of a Blood Descendant, and its intensity was obviously much greater than that of the previous ones.

Mo Spirit General groaned in pain and staggered backward, thick smoke billowing from his body. His face was also stained with Blood Mist, making it impossible for him to open his eyes.

Taking this opportunity, King Mu Li took out a miniature Statue of the Earth Mother Walker, intending to command his many subordinates to Worship God Divine Descent.

After Divine Descent, a person's mental and emotional state will be greatly weakened, so generally no one wants to Divine Descent unless absolutely necessary.

But now the time has come when we have no choice but to use it.

Seemingly sensing trouble, Mo Spirit General snorted coldly and retreated swiftly with her eyes closed. The dark green building behind her also emitted a clanging sound.

The Mo Sang Sect withdrew their troops and retreated, heading back towards the massive building.

King Mu Li breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped forward to help General Feng up.

The Daoist Hong Xian, who had been pale, also recovered completely and walked over.

Blood Descendant are comparable to Spirit General in terms of recovery abilities, far surpassing even Worship God Great Grandmaster like General Feng who worships gods.

"Even the two of them are no match for him, what should we do!?" King Mu Li looked anxious. If he still had his strength before, suppressing a Secret Teaching with Spirit General would not be a problem.

But now, after Pope Kexiwo's decisive attack, they have lost everything. "Let's seek help from the Ling Ting. If the Mo Sang Sect launches a counterattack now, it will be too late."

After coughing a few times, General Feng sat up weakly. A significant portion of the Spirit Thread within him had just been absorbed, and he had not yet recovered.

"The messenger from the Ling Ting will arrive in Great Capital in no time, and it will be too late for a round trip," King Mu Li said helplessly, shaking his head. "Distant water cannot quench a nearby fire."

"Your Prince need not worry!" the Daoist Hong Xian said coldly from the side. "Now that things have come to this, I'm afraid we can only ask our Blood Immortal Path Ancestor for help!"

"The Blood Immortal Old Ancestor??"

King Mu Li and General Feng were hearing this for the first time. The Blood Immortal Path had a hidden, deeply rooted ancestor-level figure? Back then, Daoist Hong Xian had never mentioned it.

On the summit of the vast snow-capped mountain, on a steep, eighty-degree slope, a point of crimson is rapidly climbing upwards.

The entire snow slope is hundreds of meters wide, and the red dot in it is like a red sesame seed floating in a basin of frozen snow.

Puff.

Zhang Rongfang's foot sank deep into the snow. Looking up, he realized he was almost at the summit.

He was preparing to continue forward and reach the summit.

Suddenly, he moved, stopped in place, and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, darkness fell around him, and red threads representing his Blood Descendant floated and danced in front of him.

One of the red lines was slowly shimmering with a faint white light.

He reached out and gently touched the stick, and a faint sound immediately reached his ears.

"So that the Blood Immortal Old Ancestor may know that his disciple Hong Xian suffered heavy losses while carrying out the righteous cause of Heaven in the He Country to eradicate the cruel Secret Teaching." The voice trailed off.

Five seconds is still a very short time; if you speak slowly, a few sentences will be gone.

Zhang Rongfang frowned slightly.

He remembered Hong Xian; when he gathered the first generation of Blood Descendant, Hong Xian was ranked in the top five and was one of the five strongest among them.

He's suffered such heavy losses now? As a Grandmaster, about to become Great Grandmaster, he still can't handle it?

Soon, another echo of Blood Echo resounded.

This time, I continued with some explanations from what I had said before.

Then there were three more supplements.

Zhang Rongfang gradually came to understand what the Daoist Hong Xian had said.

'The He Country's Secret Teaching?' The He Country is not far from Wu Mountain, only a few hundred miles away. Its area is much smaller than that of Great Ling, and it is one of the vice-states.

King Mu Li is now in power.

'That's good luck.' Zhang Rongfang roughly understood the situation in the He Country. He knew that the Blood Immortal Path was doing well there, and now that the situation was threatened, it was reasonable for him to intervene as long as the benefits were sufficient.

In addition, he now needs to find a suitable target to test whether killing Remnant God in the Void can truly kill it completely.

'Perfect. My Attribute Points will reach 100 tomorrow, and once I get the next ability, my chances of winning will be even better.'

Having made his decision, Zhang Rongfang a swift step, turned around, and leaped down the snow-capped mountain.

He had originally heard that there were ruins of the Remnant God Secret Teaching at the top of this snow mountain, but now he didn't need to look for them anymore; he had a better target to choose from.