Zhang Jiao: I Am Dying, Not Defeated; Sukuna and the Blood Demon Merge

Bang!

A figure crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The Yellow Turban Army soldiers looked up, their eyes reddening with grief and indignation. The person who had fallen was none other than Zhang Jiao!

"Daoist Master!"

"General!"

Although the forms of address were different, the genuine concern in their eyes was entirely sincere.

Zhang Jiao weakly and slowly got up, waving to the Yellow Turban Army soldiers who had rushed over.

Qian Renxue was panting heavily. The holy golden light on her wings had disappeared, and even the hand holding the Angel Holy Sword was trembling slightly due to weakness.

"Zhang Jiao... you've lost..." Qian Renxue looked at Zhang Jiao without any sense of triumph, only a strange sadness.

Was Zhang Jiao right? Or... or not...?

You'll never know the answer until you've truly experienced it!

Was Qian Renxue helping Douluo Continent eliminate a villain of the ages, or... causing Douluo Continent to miss an opportunity for complete transformation!?

"I'm just going to die, not defeated!" Zhang Jiao stood up and slowly walked towards Qian Renxue, his eyes utterly calm.

"As long as there are people in this world who lack food and clothing, as long as there are people willing to rise up in rebellion, I—will not be defeated!"

"I'm curious... why are you still maintaining that light barrier?! You could have dispersed this light barrier that the whole continent could see and used your Divine Power to heal your injuries..." Qian Renxue saw through Zhang Jiao's current situation at a glance. Because that sword strike had not completely severed the connection between the Martial Soul and the Soul Master, he suffered a great backlash.

It's no exaggeration to say that Zhang Jiao, this god, could die at any moment!

"Because I want everyone to see my victory or defeat. If I win, history will remember this moment! I, Zhang Jiao, have cured this world that is terminally ill... If I lose, as I am now, it will serve as a warning to all those who wish to emulate me. If they see my defeat and still choose to heal the world like me, then... my Godhood will be passed on to them!"

As he spoke softly, Zhang Jiao walked up to Qian Renxue, stretched out his only remaining arm, and the Great Peace Sword returned to his hand.

In front of Qian Renxue, Zhang Jiao tossed the Great Peace Sword in his hand, its flight disappearing into the distance. "One day, a spark will appear on this Douluo Continent like I have. At that time, that spark can start a prairie fire!"

"..."

Zhang Jiao sat cross-legged on the ground, gently drawing something on the Talisman Paper in his hand, seemingly something to bless the Yellow Turban Army.

He handed the Talisman Paper to the Yellow Turban Army who had surrounded him. These Yellow Turban Army seemed to understand the purpose of the Talisman Paper, so they didn't ask any questions and simply accepted them while crying.

Qian Renxue was stunned, staring at Zhang Jiao who did not try to use his Divine Power to heal his severely injured body, but instead quietly awaited death. She was Zhang Jiao for a long time.

The light curtain formed by Divine Power in the sky had not yet dissipated when, just as all the Soul Master were cheering and applauding the great God of Angels's victory over the Evil Zhang Jiao, an uninvited guest appeared within the light curtain.

"Little brat, I didn't expect to see you again!" A hoarse, teasing voice, one that Qian Renxue knew all too well, rang out.

Qian Renxue stared in shock, her eyes wide, and turned to look—

A figure walked over.

The man appeared to be a middle-aged man, with a burly and robust build, black stripes on his face, and small eyes beneath a pair of piercing, mocking eyes.

He wore a well-tailored black trench coat, which fluttered in the strong wind. His black hair was combed back, which complemented his arrogant Checkmark Smile.

"Sukuna...!" Qian Renxue's body tensed instantly, her eyes wide with horror as she stared at Sukuna, who was slowly walking towards her.

At this moment, she could clearly sense that Sukuna's strength had surpassed the level of a demigod and reached the God Level!

"You brat, you really are pathetic!" Sukuna cracked his neck, sneering as he pointed at Zhang Jiao, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground. "But this time I'm not here for you. Yellow Turbans brat, I'll give you three seconds to hand over the Three Fingers that belong to me that you've been storing!"

Zhang Jiao seemed to have anticipated Sukuna's arrival, and slowly stood up. "Take the Clearwind Talisman I drew for you and leave quickly!"

He was saying this to the Yellow Turban Army rebels.

"Take care, Daoist priest!"

"Take care, General."

I have no regrets following the general in this life!

A series of sobs broke out, but following Zhang Jiao's orders, they each took out a talisman and transformed into a gentle breeze, leaving the battlefield.

"Sukuna, your existence will affect the entire continent's situation. I cannot return those three Fingers that are in my hand!"

"Release!" Sukuna sneered, and without further ado, unleashed a Slashing.

"Insolence!" Qian Renxue stood in front of Zhang Jiao, and the Angel Holy Sword blocked the Slashing, but she was forced to retreat again and spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Your posture... is truly pathetic and ugly, brat!" Sukuna let out a series of low, cold laughs, but at that moment, his expression turned gloomy.

Because Qian Renxue spat out a mouthful of Divine Blood, Sukuna's internal power actually experienced a slight surge!

Beneath Sukuna's small eyes, a hideous face slowly grew out, constructed entirely of blood.

--Blood Demon!

"Blood Demon!" Qian Renxue's eyes widened. Her grandfather and Senior Itadori Staff were right after all; the Blood Demon had possessed Sukuna.

"Quick! Quick! Quick! Devour them both! As long as I devour their Godhood, I will definitely be able to return to my prime! Quick, quick, quick! Hahahaha..." The Blood Demon let out a series of hoarse and excited laughs, staring intently at Qian Renxue and Zhang Jiao.

Sukuna coldly glanced at the Blood Demon's face, which was made of blood. "Blood Demon, know your place. I am your master!"

The Blood Demon was momentarily speechless, seemingly wanting to say something, but ultimately didn't refute it.

"Never mind all that, just devour them!" the Blood Demon laughed excitedly.

"Are you ordering me around?" Sukuna coldly glanced at the face made of blood on her cheek.

Seeing that Sukuna and the Blood Demon seemed to have started fighting amongst themselves, Qian Renxue had a thought of launching a sneak attack.

Having spent so many years with Sukuna, Qian Renxue believed she understood Sukuna very well.

This is an absolute madman. His personality is completely Taboo and does whatever he wants. Only the strong can command him. Unfortunately, the Blood Demon is currently extremely weak and cannot be considered a strongman in front of Sukuna!

"Shall we make a move...?" Qian Renxue slowly tightened her grip on the Angel Holy Sword.

But then, Zhang Jiao grabbed her hand.

"Qian Renxue, you go! Leave the rest to me. If possible, I will leave this evil creature here forever..." Zhang Jiao slowly stood up, his remaining Divine Power burning wildly, and his originally pale face instantly became incredibly rosy.