"Esteemed Holy Son of the Daoist Sect, this emperor meant no offense."
The Blood Demon Emperor bowed before everyone, his demeanor humble to the extreme.
Though he looked like a human boy, his voice was childish and hoarse, thick with fear.
At this point, his only hope was to appeal to this mighty human, the one who held his life in his hands, and beg to be spared.
After all, since the day he was born, he had never stained his hands with blood.
"Very well. If you can withstand this divine ability, I'll let you go."
Mu Chen replied with a beaming smile.
Since advancing to Heavenly Sovereign, he had drawn out the Eight or Nine Spirit Veins hidden deep within his flesh and blood and condensed them into a Spirit Vein Divine Ability. He had yet to truly put it to use.
As he spoke, the Young Palace Master pointed into the air, and a mysterious purple flame streaked out.
The purple flame drifted down, light as a feather. No bigger than a fist, it was dazzlingly bright and brilliant, wavering as if the frail little flame might be snuffed out by the wind at any moment.
"Oh no—Corrosion-Spirit Blood River!"
But when the Blood Demon Emperor saw the purple flame, his expression changed abruptly. He faced it as though confronting a deadly foe, as if he had witnessed the most terrifying, most despairing sight of his life.
He opened his mouth and spat out a beam of blood-red light, dark and overwhelming.
It quickly swelled in the wind, transforming into a crimson river tens of thousands of miles long. It coiled through the sky, radiating astonishing killing intent and a foul, defiling aura.
It seemed as if the foulest, dirtiest things in the world had all been