Those from Wangqing, the Demon-Subduing Bell (Combined Chapter, Seeking Monthly Votes, July Companionship)

In the void, the jet-black coffin finally took on a bloody hue, crimson blood patterns continuously surfacing across its surface.

At the same time, the three Luan Swords circling Xiao Wankun and waiting for an opening flew back.

From three different directions, they pierced into the Luan Coffin in an eerie manner.

The blood patterns began to creep onto the swords as well.

The next moment, boundless blood mist surged from within the coffin.

Xiao Wankun retreated rapidly. Secret arts such as feeding one's body to a coffin or offering one's body to a sword had always been life-and-death moves. At times, they were even more terrifying than self-detonation—more arcane and bizarre as well.

Yet no matter how quickly he retreated, he could not escape the blood mist's shroud.

One scarlet luan after another emerged from the blood mist, until there were nine in all.

Then, amid their piercing cries, the crimson luans transformed into blood swords!

They slashed toward Xiao Wankun.

This strike had locked onto Xiao Wankun's aura. He could neither flee nor block it.

"So, you know fear too?" Yu Hao's voice rang out from within the blood mist, exceptionally unrestrained, though it also carried a trace of pain.

Clearly, this move truly was a life-and-death gambit.

At that very moment, however, a bizarre tree face suddenly appeared before Xiao Wankun.

The tree face was likewise filled with terror, as though it feared the descending blood sword.

Ye Jingcheng had encountered many Wood Demons in the past, so he naturally recognized it as one.

He simply did not know why this Wood Demon had become one of Xiao Wankun's calamity-substituting treasures, standing before him to take the blow.

Boom!

In an instant, the Wood Demon was chopped into fragments.

Even Xiao Wankun's magic treasure and calamity-substituting talisman