Seeing that not even bones remained of the black-robed man, He Sheng knew the man was dead beyond any doubt.
Still uneasy, He Sheng sent Water-Shadow Dharma Bodies forward one after another, unleashing three successive layers of Water-Gathering Break, intending to grind the black-robed man's corpse into dust.
However, something bizarre happened!
The scattered blood-colored wheel of light seemed to come alive, blooming with a dazzling crimson radiance. It then swept around the mangled corpse, gathering the pieces back together.
A blood-colored point of light condensed, threads of black qi surfacing upon it, making it seem exceedingly sinister.
Immediately afterward, a cold, harsh voice rang out. "Who dares destroy my Blood God Son..."
Before the voice had finished speaking, a thick brown pillar of light crashed down. With its terrifying might, it slowly wore away the blood-colored point of light.
At the same time, the Water-Shadow Dharma Bodies once more self-destructed with three layers of Water-Gathering Break.
Rumble...
Amid the unceasing muffled booms, the voice abruptly cut off, and the sinister aura originally radiating from the blood-colored point vanished completely.
Naturally, not even dregs remained of the black-robed man's corpse. Only a storage pouch and a blood seal were left behind.
Was it finally over?
Hidden within the Flood Dragon Puppet, He Sheng let out a long breath. In that battle just now, he had played every card in his hand; it had been perilous in the extreme.
Had the Sword Intent of [Moon in Water] not drawn upon a trace of [True Water]'s attributes and somewhat countered that demonic cultivator's [Turbid Water], killing the fiend would have been harder than climbing to heaven.
He Sheng did not put away the Flood Dragon Puppet and remained concealed within it. That black-robed demonic cultivator had been far too bizarre, and he