Chapter 609: Chapter 609: Solid
Speaking of this, Lu revealed an unprecedented expression of fear: "But for hundreds of years, Mo Huan has become our foremost demon, because he devoured the blood of powerhouses from countless realms. Although other mighty figures have waned substantially due to the continuous consumption of their blood!" So while everyone wanted to abandon him, Mo Huan refused..."
Later, Lu Xiaofei became too frightened to continue speaking.
But everyone here knew well enough what followed!
As the only intact demon gate in the Demon Kingdom, the Blood Refining Sect was sturdier than any other sect.
Now, with the unending depletion of blood, even if the elite of all professions united, they still wouldn’t be a match for Mo Huan, the foremost figure!
Thus, sacrifices shifted from voluntary to being forced!
And now Di Hai’s uncle, Gu Changfeng, merely because he was forcibly drained of his blood essence, ended up in his current pitiable state!
"I will kill him!"
Di Hai’s eyes were nearly ablaze with fury, and his entire being radiated murderous intent.
Because Mo Huan’s actions treated his uncle, Gu Changfeng, as nothing more than a human furnace for cultivation.
How could he tolerate such inhumane behavior?
Seeing this, Luo Quan was startled and exclaimed, "! Your killing intent is too heavy! This will lead to blood refinement."
"So what?!"
Though in the past, Di Hai regarded Luo as a younger-generation disciple, over the years, he’d transformed. After all, he was no longer a follower of the Yin Yang Five Elements Sect but had instead become the ruler in the most chaotic region of the Cultivation World! The overlord of the boundless seas! One of the twin kings of the Capital of Chaos!
Looking at Di Haina’s valiant demeanor, even Luo Quan dared not meet her gaze directly. Yet, he still spoke hesitantly: "Even if you’re unafraid, what about your uncle, Gu Changfeng? Besides, the power of blood purification today is absolutely beyond your imagination. Let alone Mo Huanyuan, the first monster who is courting death!"
Upon hearing this, Di Hai’s expression darkened immediately.
Someone who died nine times and yet still lived until now had long since returned to the realm of devils.
However, his uncle and mentor Gu Changfeng—though Gu Changfeng seemed to have burned out his remaining strength, Di Hai couldn’t bear to let himself get dragged into this because of it!
But at this moment, Yang Tian nonchalantly remarked, "The method of refining blood is something I find mildly intriguing."
"Heaven’s Honor!"
Di Hai’s face darkened, but after hearing those words, his eyes immediately shone.
Indeed!
The Blood Refining Sect was formidable!
Mo Huan might very well be today’s foremost Devil Cultivator!
But who was Yang Tian?
This was a man who had single-handedly faced three great foes, standing at the pinnacle of the cultivation world.
He was an iron-fisted figure of the Great Mahayana Era, someone who slaughtered immortals and gods, laying waste to the desolate lands on the battlefield of eternity—killing even lonely spirits as effortlessly as one would butcher a dog.
He was undoubtedly a physical devil, capable of rivaling both fairies and devils alike!
With Yang Tian present in this realm, what need was there to fear the Blood Refining Sect?
What reason did Mo Huan have to fear?
But just as Di Hai’s excitement surged, Luo Quan interjected, "But... Only... I fear that even Heaven’s Honor... it might be impossible here."
"Hmm?"
Di Hai frowned immediately upon hearing this and asked, "Why? Are you doubting Heaven’s strength?"
"No! No! Absolutely not!"
Luo Quan was startled by Di Hai’s sharp words and waved his hands in panic.
What a joke!
In the swamp, the dense Mahayana aura enveloping Yang Tian nearly scared Luo Quan to the point of his liver and guts quaking with fright. How could he ever dare question such power!
So he quickly looked at Yang Tian with reverence and said, "Heaven... God Almighty, I... I would never dare doubt you. It’s just... it’s just..."
"Just what?"
Yang Tian asked indifferently.
"But now, this Underground Palace is laid atop an exceedingly peculiar ancient battlefield, one retrieved from the battlefields of immortals. Once activated, any monk not of the Blood Refining Clan will face severe restrictions, with their blood and vitality continuously depleted! Even if God Almighty were a Mahayana Monk, I fear you wouldn’t be able to demonstrate the full extent of your Mahayana powers!"
As Luo Quan explained, afraid that Yang Tian wouldn’t believe him, he quickly added, "In fact, the sacrificial lambs of the past never intended to rebel, yet due to the ancient bizarre battlefield, their power was nearly eradicated upon entering the Blood Refining Clan. This was what led to their complete defeat! Oh, God Almighty, I implore you... Though you are a Mahayana Monk, should you step into this foreign domain, you might only be able to manifest the strength of someone traveling through the Tribulation Stage."
"What strength does tribulation hold?"
Yang Tian laughed and said casually, "You need not trouble yourself over my dignity. Even if I had only the power of the Tribulation Stage, anyone I wish to destroy will undoubtedly be destroyed."
Even with the reduced power of the Tribulation Stage, anyone he desired to kill would surely be killed?
Hearing Yang Tian’s bold statement, Luo Quan and Lu Xiaofei could feel only one emotion—arrogance! Arrogance to the extreme!
Yang Tian, you are indeed powerful, but your strength stems from your Mahayana capabilities!
If those powers could no longer be utilized, then you wouldn’t be unbeatable anymore!
Moreover, even though Mo Huan hadn’t yet reached the Mahayana Stage, he was at least at the Half-step Mahayana level. With the strange, ancient Mahayana battlefield to aid him, Yang Tian, if suppressed to the Tribulation Stage, would have no chance of victory.
Should Yang Tian fail, those who brought him into this Underground Palace would inevitably face punishment as well!
Thinking of this, Luo Quan could only furrow his brow tightly and mutter, "Oh heavens, are you still determined?"
"No need! This matter regarding Di Hai shall be handled by me and resolved swiftly! The sooner, the better!" Yang Tian firmly declined.
Indeed, he yearned to return home. Were it not for the delay caused by Di Hai’s issue, he would’ve activated a space-time portal back to Earth the moment he stepped into the Monster World. Why wait now? He would leave immediately.
Watching Yang Tian’s every move, Luo Quan broke out in a cold sweat and turned towards Di Hai hastily, saying, "Di Hai, this..."
"Don’t worry! Heaven has his own measures!" Di Hai responded decisively. "Just wait and see!"
As someone who had followed Yang Tian all the way here, Di Hai knew that Yang Tian was not prone to empty words but also had faith in his immense capabilities.
If Yang Tian said he would take care of it, then there must be a way.
His own measures?
Wait and see what happens?
Listening to Di Hai, Luo Quan glanced at Su Youu nearby, who seemed to share the same confidence, and felt they were both insane!
Yet just as he was gearing up to convince them further, a cold and distinct voice pierced everyone’s ears: "Mo Huan, come out! You’re dead!"
Within the Blood Essence Clan.
For now, Mo Huan stood as the firmest among all existing monsters—a true pioneer among the first monsters.
Furthermore, despite the destruction of the Blood Refining Sect in the Demon World, its foundations had not been shattered, and it had instead risen to become the strongest demonic sect of the present era.
Owing to this, every disciple within the sect held themselves tall and proud.
Even those from other clans, far more powerful than a few disciples of the Blood Refining Clan and possessing higher strength, still bowed low before the sect like slaves groveling in the mud. They dared not voice the slightest complaint during the demon elder’s commands.
Despite their higher abilities, they obediently kneeled like sacrificial lambs when summoned, powerless to resist.
Watching this scene, a newly inducted disciple of the Blood Refining Sect cautiously leaned towards his senior brother and asked, "Brother, they... they’re all in the Tribulation Stage like us. Why..." His voice trailed off, his tone uneasy. "Isn’t this wrong?"
"Wrong?"
The senior brother chuckled heartily, a glint of mockery in his eyes, as he replied without hesitation, "Wrong? What could possibly be wrong? Do you think they dare to resist? They’re merely a group of sacrificial lambs."
"Sacrifices? What’s that?" The new disciple asked curiously.
His senior smiled smugly and said, "You—a mere slave, no different from cattle—should understand your place."
"You!"