The So-Called Demonic Cultivator, Defined by Us

"The Blood-colored Demon Dragon truly is just like Lian Zhuiyu's Bloodforged Pursuit Dragon back then—both are things forged through demonic methods. Last time, Qiu Baichu said that Lian Kegu's Soul-Reversal Realm Bloodforged Pursuit Dragon was destroyed by a single drop of my demon blood."

"And now, with the demon blood from an entire beast arm, can you destroy it or not?"

Sikong Jing's voice was grim and terrifying.

Everything he had experienced over the past three days seemed to erupt madly at this moment. He had not originally intended to use the beast arm to poison the Blood-colored Demon Dragon.

Because he did not know whether it would work, nor whether the Blood-colored Demon Dragon truly was like the Bloodforged Pursuit Dragon.

It was Yuexi's departure, and the words of Xia Dielian and the others, that made him steel his resolve—that made him tear off the beast arm and truly stake everything on one desperate gamble.

And now, it should have worked!

Sikong Jing stared fixedly at the crazed Blood-colored Demon Dragon above. He could already see its flesh and blood collapsing. The once lofty Bloodforged Patriarch shrieked madly, "Little brat, did you eat some filthy thing?"

"I'll pull it out of you right now."

As he spoke, the Bloodforged Patriarch crashed into the Blood-colored Demon Dragon's body.

At this, a trace of mockery surfaced in Sikong Jing's icy gaze. It was useless now. The demon blood within the beast arm had already completely fused into the Blood-colored Demon Dragon's body. It would follow its blood and spread throughout its entire body.

Looking around again, clusters of shimmering light had already drifted down to the ground.

They were the people's essence, energy, and spirit. So long as they had not been swallowed, they would return to their original owners like