The voice was filled with shock and bewilderment. The existence of spirit-communicating blood gu was an extremely well-kept secret throughout the Blood Spirit Sacred Hall. For Old Devil Kunwu to know about it was anything but ordinary.
"You're not Old Devil Kunwu! Who exactly are you?"
Panic had clearly crept into Zhao Changzhen's voice.
Just then, that smug voice rang out again.
"Heh heh! Who I am doesn't matter. Just think of me as Kunwu. You've nurtured that spirit-communicating blood gu with your magic power and essence blood for sixty years. It should be quite delicious by now..."
"Devouring spirit-communicating blood gu... you... you're... Aah!"
As that agonized scream rang out, the eerie red light shrouding Blood Maple Valley shattered with a thunderous crash.
At that moment, everything within the valley was laid bare.
Before the Blood-Colored Ancient Hall sat a gaunt old man in black robes, his legs crossed. His most striking feature was the large blue-green birthmark on his forehead, which lent an even more sinister air to his already ashen-black face.
The black-robed old man held an iridescent bead in his hand. Wisps of rainbow-colored mist seeped from it, drifting like smoke toward the Blood Hall.
"Aah! Don't eat me! Don't!"
The Blood Hall's doors were open. Before the Blood-Colored Statue, an old man in blood-red robes rolled on the ground. Bizarrely, even as he screamed in agony, he kept gnawing at his own body. In mere moments, he had torn great chunks of flesh from himself.
Watching this, delight flashed through the black-robed old man's eyes outside the hall. He was none other than Kunwu. Seeing the matter he had waited nearly sixty long years for finally come to fruition, an eerie expression appeared on his ashen-black face.
"Aah! Aah!"
As wisps of iridescent mist burrowed