Success, Then Retirement

?Success, Then Retirement

"You actually know the demonic art Blood-Refining Technique!" Mo Luo cried out in alarm, his face contorted with terror.

Seeing how afraid Mo Luo was of the Blood-Refining Technique, Bi Fan came up with an idea and smiled. "Didn't you notice that two of our companions cultivate demonic arts? What's so strange about us knowing the Blood-Refining Technique?"

His guess confirmed, Mo Luo's expression darkened further.

Mo Luo had long heard of the Blood-Refining Technique's fearsome power. But the technique had vanished from the All Heavens Great World for more than ten thousand years. Now he had actually run into people who cultivated it—and five of them at once.

If he'd encountered only one cultivator of the Blood-Refining Technique, Mo Luo could have escaped easily with his strength.

But now he was surrounded. Breaking out would be terribly difficult.

Mo Luo charged forward, trying to flee, but to his horror, he found himself held fast by a sucking force, unable to move.

He struggled violently, but the harder he fought, the faster the spiritual energy inside him disappeared.

"Bi Fan, I admit defeat! Let me go!" Mo Luo had actually yielded—and to an early Tribulation Crossing Realm expert, no less. If word got out, no one would believe it.

If not for his fear of the Blood-Refining Technique, Mo Luo would never have admitted defeat.

The Blood-Refining Technique's fearsome reputation had left behind countless legends in the All Heavens Great World, every one terrifying enough to haunt a person's dreams.

Bi Fan sneered. "You're admitting defeat now? Isn't it a little late?"

Mo Luo felt his energy draining faster and faster and hurriedly said, "Lord Bi Fan, what do you want from me? How about this: I'll admit defeat in front of everyone and offer two complete