"No!"
A cold gleam blazed in Ming Yuan's eyes.
"Extreme Yin, you're deceiving me."
"At Starfall Lake, there are more than a dozen Mahayana stage cultivators and nearly a hundred Integrated Body Realm Cultivators, not to mention countless weaker disciples. Many of them carry life-saving treasures. Even if a Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivator appeared in person, they couldn't slaughter every last one of them in an instant. Someone would surely escape with their life and come to warn us."
"Unless more than one Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivator attacked. But if two or three of them truly arrived together, why would they go to such painstaking lengths to ambush the disciples of my Divine Blood Sect? They would only need to join forces against me. Once I was killed or gravely wounded, the Divine Blood Sect would naturally suffer a devastating blow."
"Extreme Yin, your words are riddled with holes. How could you possibly fool me!"
With that, Ming Yuan flicked the banner in his hand, sending a streak of residual calamity baleful intent shooting out like a blade.
The blade of baleful energy swept through Song Wen's chest. He immediately dissolved into droplets of blood and fell into the Blood Sea below.
But on another wave crest nearby, Song Wen's figure took shape once more.
"Hehehe... Ming Yuan, you're considerably smarter than I imagined. But even if you've seen through my scheme, what of it? As long as the Blood Sea remains intact, I cannot be defeated!" Song Wen declared arrogantly.
Ming Yuan's expression immediately twisted into a savage grimace.
"Extreme Yin, do you truly think I can do nothing about this Blood Sea of yours?"
As he spoke, wisps of blood mist rose from Ming Yuan's body.
His flesh, already as withered as a dried corpse, shriveled further, until