Master Mingyi's face flushed with anger. He was about to leave Ming'e in the care of the Buddhist sect's disciples when Lu Xiaotian's distant voice suddenly reached him. "Ming'e has a blood python inside him. If it isn't driven out soon, you'd better prepare to bury him."
"Wretch!" Master Mingyi bent down to look. Ming'e had already passed out, and something writhed beneath his skin, as though several young pythons were crawling through his body. With Master Mingyi's cultivation, he could naturally sense the blood-qi power inside Ming'e, fused with the essence of a demonic python. That man surnamed Lu was fiendishly cunning. Given Lu Xiaotian's strength and resourcefulness, after seizing Ming'e's thunder arts just now, he could easily have taken the opportunity to kill him.
Yet he had deliberately refrained. Instead, he had used some trick against Ming'e from within. If Master Mingyi did nothing, Ming'e would not last three to five hours, and his fate would still be sealed. But the several blood pythons burrowing through his body were no ordinary creatures. Master Mingyi could drive them out if he took the time, but by then, his opponent would have vanished without a trace. And if Lu Xiaotian escaped into the Chaotic Demon Domain, then with his strength and cunning, there would be little they could do.
Ming'e had been all but certain to become a Chan Master; he had only been a little behind Master Mingyi. Now he had suffered such grievous injuries, and the opponent's strange, overbearing blood-qi power had invaded his body. No one could say whether he would ever recover to his former peak, and his chances of advancing his cultivation further had all but vanished.
Even Master Mingyi, whose Buddhist cultivation ran deep and who had long since ceased to anger easily, could