Looking at the Blood Sect corpses strewn across the ground, Fan Lao's eyes went crimson, his chest heaving rapidly.
To build such a vast force in a chaotic place like the Black-Corner Region, the effort Fan Lao had poured in was easy to imagine.
He had never expected that the painstaking work of half his life would collapse in mere moments.
This was the sorrow of small factions. Without a powerful background, they could be wiped out whenever someone decided to do it.
If the Blood Sect had a Dou Saint expert holding the fort, just see whether Xiao Jin would still be this arrogant.
"You deserve to die!" Fan Lao roared, charging at Xiao Jin again.
Xiao Jin neither dodged nor retreated, likewise swinging his fists to meet him head-on.
Since Fan Lao had chosen the most primitive hand-to-hand combat, Xiao Jin would naturally satisfy his wish.
Who told him to have the Three Thousand Star Physique?
The Three Thousand Star Physique was known as undying and indestructible. Even if he was injured during a hard clash, he could recover in an extremely short time.
Not to mention that after more than a year of tempering, Xiao Jin's physique had long since become no worse than a Dou Emperor's.
The two were incredibly fast, colliding dozens of times in the blink of an eye.
Violent shockwaves swept up waves of energy ripples, warping the nearby houses beyond recognition.
The Blood Sect's core, which had still been bustling and prosperous an hour ago, had now turned into a field of broken walls and ruins.
Mangled limbs and shattered buildings were everywhere.
The two chief culprits who had caused all this were in the center, slaughtering each other in the most primitive way possible.
Like it or not, as a Dou