The steward was filled with anticipation. He badly wanted an affirmative answer from his master.
He was also curious about how his master possessed Supreme Demonic Qi. This was something only the Demon Hall could possess. Could his master have mastered the Supreme Demonic Art?
But the thought vanished as quickly as it came. It was simply too absurd for even him to believe.
Only the Demon Hall Master could master the Supreme Demonic Art.
Only after the steward walked up to Chao Hun did Chao Hun slowly rise.
"Master!" the steward called respectfully once again.
The word had barely left his mouth when he let out a scream.
"Wh-why..." the steward stammered, his voice trembling. "I... I... have been utterly... loy-"
"You know too much," Chao Hun said coldly.
With that, he withdrew his right palm from his eldest disciple's Baihui Point.
Blood seeped from the steward's eyes, nostrils, and mouth. His lips parted slightly, but he could no longer make a sound. Then his eyes dimmed, and his body went limp as he collapsed to the ground.
His eyes remained wide open, his face full of disbelief.
"The blood mustn't go to waste either!" Chao Hun murmured as he looked at the corpse on the ground.
With a casual slash, blood seeped from the steward's neck. Chao Hun gathered the blood together, then took out the Little Cauldron.
In less than half a quarter-hour, Chao Hun obtained another half vial of essence blood.
He had to admit that his eldest disciple had been quite strong. He alone yielded half a vial of essence blood.
Then he looked at the surrounding corpses. The Mixed Demon Sect disciples Qin Lu had killed earlier had been dead for some time. Their blood had probably clotted and was no longer of any