The instant his words fell, his figure vanished from where he stood.
Alarms blared wildly in Blood Fiend Old Devil's heart, and every hair on his body stood on end!
Without a second thought, he tried to pull back and retreat.
But it was already too late.
A ghostlike figure appeared soundlessly before him.
Less than a foot separated them.
Blood Fiend Old Devil could even clearly see the other man's eyes, so calm there was not the slightest ripple in them.
There was no killing intent in those eyes, no anger—only indifference.
As though he were not a person, but an ant that could be crushed at any moment.
"You..."
Blood Fiend Old Devil only managed to spit out one word.
Then a long, fair hand gently pressed down upon the crown of his head.
There was no violent energy, no terrifying pressure.
Only a strange force—irresistible and incomprehensible—poured in through the top of his head, flooding his limbs and bones, flooding deep into his Primordial Spirit.
"No—!"
Blood Fiend Old Devil let out a shriek so miserable it scarcely sounded human.
His body began to shrivel and wither at a rate visible to the naked eye.
His Tribulation Transcendence cultivation, which he had taken such pride in, and the essence of his blood path painstakingly cultivated over a thousand years, were at this moment like floodwaters pouring through a burst dam, frantically devoured and drawn away by that hand!
The process lasted only three short breaths.
When Chen Changqing withdrew his hand, all that remained was a dried corpse, like withered firewood, its eyes wide open and its face etched with boundless terror and unwillingness.
Thud.
The dried corpse toppled stiffly to the ground, shattering into ash that scattered across the floor.
A blood path titan, Blood Fiend