Boom! A bolt of purple-gold lightning struck the Blood Daoist, instantly blasting his Daoist robe apart. The massive blood-red hand swirling within it was reduced to scattered ashes in an instant...
Pfft! The Blood Daoist spat out essence blood. His entire body slammed heavily into the ground like a lump of soft mud, his skin charred black and flickering with purple arcs.
Damn it! Damn it all!
Despair filled the Blood Daoist's eyes!
Another bolt of purple-gold lightning crashed down!
Boom! The purple-gold lightning struck the Blood Daoist, blasting his flesh into a cloud of black mist. A streak of blood-red light erupted from it, carrying his primordial spirit as it fled into the distance.
But it was no use!
Boom! Another bolt of purple-gold lightning crashed down. The blood-red primordial spirit had fled less than a hundred feet before the lightning struck it, reducing it to nothingness...
And so the Blood Daoist, who had roamed the Demon Sky Battlefield for decades and haunted the nightmares of low-level cultivators, was blasted into oblivion by the purple-gold lightning...
The Cultivation World had never lacked people like the Blood Daoist, who murdered others for their treasures. If one Blood Daoist died, thousands upon thousands more remained. Such was the Cultivation World.
They watched as the purple-gold lightning blasted the Blood Daoist into nothingness.
Zhang Qingshan and Ye Han both breathed a sigh of relief. Though Ye Han had exchanged only a few moves with the Blood Daoist, he had felt utterly powerless against him. That man's cultivation and skill in battle were certainly beyond what ordinary cultivators of his realm could match.
Otherwise, Senior Brother Zhang Qingshan would never have been forced to flee into the Burial Ground of the Immortals.
Having fought the Blood Daoist, Zhang Qingshan knew how formidable his