Xuan Wuchang felt a chill between his brows, followed by an indescribable stabbing pain deep within his soul. The agony bent his entire body double, sending him rolling across the ground. Only after several breaths did the pain ebb away like a receding tide.
As he gazed at the figure in blue standing before him with his hands behind his back, a complicated expression crossed Xuan Wuchang's face. Merely looking at this man felt like facing the might of heaven. The purpose of that blood-red seal was self-evident.
"M-Master!" Disregarding the pain in his body, Xuan Wuchang bowed respectfully to Xu Yan.
Looking at Xuan Wuchang kneeling before him, Xu Yan felt a flicker of delight. Now that the Ancient Demon Slave Talisman had branded him, Xu Yan could decide his life or death with a single thought.
An icy smile curled Xu Yan's lips as he looked at the man. "Bloodfiend... Shadow... Escaping... Steps!"
As his final word fell, Xuan Wuchang abruptly threw back his head and screamed. His face aged slightly, and strands of white hair silently appeared on his head.
Meanwhile, Xu Yan became a streak of light and appeared a thousand zhang away in an instant.
"Worthy of the Ancient Demon Slave Talisman. Truly tyrannical!" Satisfaction gleamed in Xu Yan's eyes. Being able to use a branded cultivator's essence blood to perform forbidden arts would greatly improve his ability to escape danger. If he wished, he could expend this man's entire lifespan in an instant to unleash a terrifyingly powerful strike, enough to slaughter even a half-step Golden Core cultivator outright.
He can actually drain my lifespan! What kind of method is this? Even a saint demon bloodline wouldn't possess such a terrifying divine ability! Gazing at the figure a thousand zhang away, who resembled a