Forcing Entry into the Blood Sect? No, It's a Blood Sect Dungeon Battle Royale!

Outside the Blood Sect's mountain gate, Xiao Li drew the Thunder Scale Spear.

Gazing at the blood-shrouded gates, he had witnessed the Blood Sect's intimidation tactics all along the way; there wasn't a living soul for a hundred miles around the sect, likely because anyone worth capturing had already been dragged into the Blood Sect.

"Who goes there!"

Two blood-colored figures guarding the gate approached Xiao Li, their eyes filled with a mix of excitement and malice.

It had been a long time since any outsiders had come to the Blood Sect, and capturing people to raise as Blood Slaves was a daily routine for every disciple.

"Two Dou Masters."

Xiao Li's gaze was icy. With The Two Elders Qian and Bai backing him, what was there to fear? He would just barge in.

"Lightning Flash Strike!"

Lightning streaked across the gate, illuminating the two blood-red characters for "Blood Sect." Two pillars of blood erupted into the sky as Xiao Li's figure flashed forward, forcing his way in and leaving two corpses behind.

The Blood Sect had thousands of disciples; Xiao Li couldn't fight a thousand alone, so a swift, decisive strike was the only correct choice.

Above the mountain gate was the activity hub for the disciples—a place for trading Blood Slaves, pills, and weapons, or handing in sect missions. At this moment, hundreds of figures in blood-colored robes were gathered there.

Xiao Li, dressed in black, stood out like a sore thumb.

"Who are you!"

"Out of my way! Lightning Flash Strike!"

With the Thunder Scale Spear clearing the path, a bolt of lightning slashed across the throats of those in front, and the indiscriminate attack immediately threw the area into chaos.

"Someone is attacking the mountain!"

"It's a Great Dou Master! Quick, go get the deacons!"

"Help!"

"..."

Cries and curses filled the air, and soon, a deacon at the Dou Ling level appeared.

An elderly man in an exquisite blood robe emerged, his face grim. "Stop, you little beast! A mere Great Dou Master dares to barge into my Blood Sect? You..."

Elder Bai appeared like a ghost and brought a palm crashing down, instantly turning the Dou Ling deacon into a puddle of gore.

Elder Bai's expression was unsightly, his aura of rage nearly impossible to contain.

Elder Qian frowned and appeared beside Elder Bai. "Bai Lie, what is it?"

Elder Bai's eyes were bloodshot with fury, his voice raspy from anger. "These bastards in the Blood Sect have been secretly capturing our Canaan Academy students to use as Blood Slaves!"

Elder Qian's body shuddered, and his own rage soared. "These pieces of trash! They actually dare to lay hands on our Canaan students? Damn them!"

A terrifying aura erupted. The pressure of a peak Dou Zong caused the surrounding buildings to collapse instantly, and over a hundred nearby Blood Sect disciples exploded into blood mist out of thin air.

Elder Qian's aura surged like a torrential flood, engulfing the entire Blood Sect.

"Fan Yi, you old dog! If you aren't dead, get out here!"

The roar swept through the Blood Sect, the sound waves nearly solidifying as they traveled several kilometers to strike the main hall directly.

Fan Lao stood up from his chair, looking toward the front mountain with uncertainty. "A... a Dou Zong."

Blood-colored Dou Qi wings emerged, and Fan Lao hurriedly flew toward the front mountain.

"Senior, Senior, please stop! There must be some misunderstanding!"

Elder Qian looked at the newcomer, the murderous intent in his eyes impossible to suppress. "That old dog Fan Yi's aura... are you his descendant?"

Fan Lao landed quickly and said respectfully, "Fan Yi is indeed my late father. I do not know what business you have, Senior, but if there is anything our Blood Sect can do to help, we certainly will."

Looking at the blood covering the ground, Fan Lao didn't even dare to utter a word of protest. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen Dou Zong experts over the years, but the aura of those people couldn't compare to a single hair on this old man. This man was definitely a high-level Dou Zong; even if their entire Blood Sect joined forces, they would be no match for him.

"Where is that old thing Fan Yi!" Elder Qian's face showed faint traces of fury; he could no longer hold back from a massacre.

"My father passed away some years ago..." Fan Lao hesitated before revealing his final trump card. In front of such an expert, it wouldn't matter even if his father were resurrected and had broken through to the Dou Zong realm.

"Hmph, then let me ask you: why have you been capturing students from my Canaan Academy as Blood Slaves!" Elder Qian was incensed, his aura pinning Fan Lao and the elders and deacons behind him to the ground.

Fan Lao was pressed so hard he couldn't even speak clearly. "S-Senior, it's a misunderstanding!"

Fan Lao's face was bitter. It's over. This was actually a big shot from Canaan Academy. Because their Blood Sect craved high-quality blood, they had indeed secretly captured Canaan students in the past, but he never expected them to come knocking today.

"Die!"

Murderous intent flared in Elder Qian's eyes. A massive Dou Qi handprint slammed down, turning everyone in front of him into meat paste. The strength of a peak Dou Zong was absolute annihilation for these Dou Huangs and Dou Wangs.

Forcing his way through the Blood Sect? No, this was a Blood Sect dungeon battle royale.

"Elder Qian, don't let these disciples run off either, especially that one with tears in his eyes, shouting about 'thirty years east, thirty years west, don't bully the young because they're poor'."

"Elder Bai, and that one who frowned and retreated behind the crowd—make sure to grind his bones to dust."

Elder Qian and Elder Bai followed his instructions. "Xiao Li, what about this one holding a flower pot and refusing to let go? It looks like he's feeding this plant with blood..."

"What, are you afraid of being strangled by a plant?"

"Understood."

Seeing their Sect Master and elders dead, the Blood Sect disciples scrambled to escape. The Two Elders Qian and Bai didn't kill them all; they remembered that they needed to let Xiao Li gain some experience, and such battles were not something one could find just anywhere.

Elder Bai headed toward the place where the Blood Sect kept their Blood Slaves, while Elder Qian stayed by Xiao Li's side to prevent any accidents.

Xiao Li's spear was bathed in blood as he ruthlessly impaled the last remaining Blood Sect disciple on the scene. He seemed to recall the man saying his name was Fan Ling before he died, but that didn't matter anymore; the Blood Sect had been wiped out.

With the Blood Sect destroyed, the three of them split up: Elder Bai went to rescue the students, Elder Qian headed to the sect's treasury, and Xiao Li made his way to a dungeon.

The Blood Sect kept their Blood Slaves in more than one location, and Xiao Li had long since planned to rescue them. As long as they were useful, he would take them all under his command; this was a rare and golden opportunity.

The dungeon was lit only by dim, yellowish lamps. The guards had long since heard the commotion and fled, leaving behind only a group of pale-faced Blood Slaves bound by chains.

"Save me, save me!"

Those who had been captured recently still had the strength to speak and pleaded for help the moment they saw Xiao Li enter, while those held for a long time were clinging to their final breaths, barely able to stare at Xiao Li with numb eyes.

Facing these wretched figures, Xiao Li's eyes remained indifferent. He only needed people who were useful to him. "Those who agree to submit to me, keep your eyes open. Those who don't, close them."

"Save me, get me out of here, and I'll give you a million gold coins!" an old man in tattered, luxurious robes begged.

Xiao Li swept a cold glance over him and thrust his Thunder Scale Spear forward without mercy, ending the old man's life.

"You have no room to bargain with me."

After that single strike, the dungeon grew much quieter. Xiao Li nodded in satisfaction, though his spear moved without hesitation, swiftly killing every Dou Ling-level Blood Slave.

Xiao Li possessed no method to control others. If he rescued these Dou Ling-level fighters now, they might feign submission due to their weakness, only to inevitably rebel once they recovered. It was better to eliminate them early.

The dungeon fell into a deathly silence. Everyone was terrified by Xiao Li's ruthlessness, not even daring to let out a sound of pleading.