"So that's how it is..."
Staring at the blood-red figure not far away, Chen Changming's deep gaze flickered like dancing flames, as if he were contemplating some momentous matter.
There was no doubt that the Blood Demon Venerable, who cultivated the Blood Demon Gold Art, possessed an incredibly powerful physical body comparable to a Body Cultivator—his form contained an unimaginable essence of life, which, to Chen Changming, was nothing short of a vast and inconceivable treasure trove.
Thus, at this very moment, Chen Changming felt his interest piqued.
Killing the Blood Demon Venerable would yield him immense benefits.
"Since your Blood Demon Gold Art is so formidable, even rivaling the physique of a Body Cultivator, why don't we spar a little?"
Chen Changming rolled up his sleeves and spoke in a measured, unhurried tone.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, why must you move against me? We have no enmity between us!"
The Blood Demon Venerable asked with a face full of resentment.
Although he was wary of this Body Cultivator, he did not feel much fear in his heart; if he were determined to flee, no one could hope to stop him.
"Haha..." Chen Changming laughed heartily. "Blood Demon Venerable, your memory is truly poor, old man. Didn't you just try to kill me a moment ago?"
"I..."
The Blood Demon Venerable was left speechless, his expression infinitely complex.
Had he known this person was so powerful, he never would have made a move.
The reason he had attacked earlier was that he had set his sights on the surging blood-energy contained within this Body Cultivator's frame.
If he could absorb this Body Cultivator, it would be of great benefit to him, potentially loosening the bottleneck of his stagnant cultivation realm.
"Hmph! Since that is the case, then Fellow Daoist Chen, receive