Leng Wumo, wearing a Heavenly Weapon Ghost Messenger Mask, emerged from behind Han Qianshan. The sinister blood-red curved blade in his hand seemed truly forged from congealed blood. After absorbing Han Qianshan's blood, it transformed into a wisp of blood and instantly merged into Leng Wumo's body.
Leng Wumo had originally possessed the foundation of a peak Yang Spirit Realm expert, and had even once experienced the power of the demonic path's progenitor, the Great Heavenly Demon Venerable.
After such a long period of continuously absorbing blood to cultivate, Leng Wumo's mastery of the Spirit-Shifting Blood-Exchange Technique was no weaker than Su Xin's. In fact, he had absorbed even more blood than Su Xin. Thus, Leng Wumo had now recovered his peak Yang Spirit Realm strength, and had even cultivated the secret arts within the Spirit-Shifting Blood-Exchange Technique to great mastery.
Just now, he had circled far around those True Martial Realm experts and stealthily approached Han Qianshan. Though he had come for Han Qianshan's life, he had kept his killing intent completely reined in. It could be said that no one present had noticed him.
Of course, there were some who could detect Leng Wumo's covert attack, such as Chen Nanhua of the Taiyi Taoist School and Di Jingfei of the Zheng Sword Alliance.
Yet for some reason, Chen Nanhua had not spoken up. Di Jingfei, meanwhile, looked down on people like Han Qianshan, who played both sides and kicked a man when he was down. Thus, neither of them had warned him, merely watching as Han Qianshan was killed.
At this moment, anger showed in the eyes of Kong Xing and the others from Shaolin Temple.
Han Qianshan had nothing to do with Shaolin Temple. In fact, even Shaolin Temple found some of Han Qianshan's actions difficult to