Turbulent Waves

Deng Yin spread both hands, blood mist continuously billowing from his body.

"Hmm?"

The blood mist enveloping Zhang Xianzhong's residence tried to spread in every direction, only to be blocked by an invisible force.

With a sweep of Deng Yin's hand, a large area of blood swords shot forth.

Clang! Clang! Clang...

The blood swords struck the invisible force field and instantly turned into a sky full of blood mist.

"Which fellow cultivator is this? Why play such tricks?"

"Am I not right here?"

As though pricked by needles beneath his feet, Deng Yin sprang onto the rooftop and saw a man in white standing behind where he had just been, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Who are you?"

"You don't need to know."

"Die!" Deng Yin had already secretly gathered his power, and a river of blood surged toward Zheng Sen.

But in the next instant, his blood river attack froze in midair, and terrifying pressure came rushing in from every direction.

Pfft! Deng Yin, occupying Zhang Xianzhong's body, was instantly crushed into a lump of flesh. With a flick of Zheng Sen's finger, the lump was drawn before him, and he pressed his finger against it.

Aah! Aah! Aah... Deng Yin released miserable soul shockwaves.

As a giant of the demonic path, Deng Yin had naturally killed countless people and devoured countless souls while cultivating the Blood Scripture. But when he himself became the one whose soul was forcibly searched, it was far from pleasant.

Not long after.

Deng Yin's thousand years of cultivation memories and Cultivation Methods were all read by Zheng Sen.

"Senior! With Heavenly Secrets in chaos this time, it is the perfect opportunity for our demonic path to rise. If you and I join forces, Emei and Wutai will be nothing but chickens