879 The Might of the Blood God

The appearance of the silhouette was very sudden and very fast. It approached almost instantly and killed the snake demon with a single slash of his sword.

Mo Wen narrowed his eyes. His expression became completely serious.

He could sense that this white-robed silhouette was rather frightening. The pressure that emanated from him far surpassed that of Lord Merciless. This person's cultivation must be at the Martial Arts Grandmaster third realm and he was also skillful in combat. He gave off a sense of unparalleled sharpness.

"I helped you kill this snake demon. Leave half of your points as payment."

The white-robed silhouette landed gracefully on top of a tree. He had his back to Mo Wen as he spoke in an indifferent but assured tone. He did not give Mo Wen any option.

"I did not ask you to help me kill the snake demon. What payment is there to speak of?" Mo Wen said expressionlessly. He had already realized that this person was clearly also here for points. However, compared to Lord Merciless's savage robbery method, this way was slightly better.

"If I had not killed the snake demon, you would most likely have been killed by it. Is your life not worth half your points?" the white-robed silhouette said plainly.

"Such a joke. How do you know that the snake demon would have killed me? Also, just now, only when the snake demon was unleashing its strongest attack at me and when its power was weakened did you seize the opportunity to kill it. What were you doing before that? Moreover, I did not need your help."

Mo Wen coldly laughed inside. This white-robed silhouette was indeed very powerful. When he had killed the snake demon with one slash of his sword just now, he appeared awe-inspiring, but, in reality, he had been taking advantage of Mo Wen. If it wasn't for the fact that the snake demon hadn't just unleashed its most powerful attack and wasn't expecting an attack from this white-robed man, it wouldn't have been killed so easily?

"You must give me the points whether you want to or not. You have no choice."

The white-robed silhouette suddenly turned around. His gaze was like two sharp longswords as he coldly looked at Mo Wen. If it was an ordinary ancient martial art practitioner, that gaze would probably make them go weak at the knees. It would feel as if two sharp swords were being held at their throats.

Mo Wen also felt the sword Qi-like sharpness of the person's gaze but remained calm. He had seen many strong practitioners. This was not enough to scare him.

"If you want to do business by force, you are dealing with the wrong person," Mo Wen said. The ability of this white-robed swordsman was rather astonishing. However, he did not seem to be on the scoreboard. Clearly, this person was the type who stayed hidden early on and would only come out to plunder others' gains during the later stages.

Some strong practitioners would rather deal with participants that were weaker than them than find criminals. One could certainly take more points from the hands of participants than from criminals. Of course, only people with the ability could do so.

"You are very brave. However, I said that I will take away half of your points. That is exactly what I will do."

The white-robed swordsman glanced at Mo Wen, then his silhouette disappeared from its original spot. The next moment, a blade of sword Qi shot over, seemingly able to tear apart the very fabric of space.

Mo Wen's expression was serious. This white-robed man was extremely powerful. Mo Wen was certainly no match for him. He had also been injured by the snake demon, so his combat ability was also reduced somewhat.

A cold wind swept up and Mo Wen's silhouette became a blur. The next moment, his entire person disappeared from his original spot. The sword Qi passed through his afterimage.

"Huh? Rite of passage movement techniques."

The white-robed silhouette looked at Mo Wen in slight astonishment. Mo Wen had mastered rite of passage movement techniques at such a young age. This was not easy to pull off. Rite of passage movement techniques were miraculous, but it was rather difficult to comprehend them. Up until now, even the white-robed silhouette had not managed to comprehend a single rite of passage movement technique. Although the youth strong practitioners that he knew of that were proficient in movement techniques had mastered rite of passage movement techniques, they were not as young as this youth.

"We shall meet again."

Mo Wen snorted coldly. Knowing that he was not a match for this white-robed silhouette made it impossible for Mo Wen to risk exchanging blows with him anymore. He immediately chose to escape. He could not defeat this person, but if Mo Wen focused on escaping, the other party would not necessarily be able to keep him here.

As Mo Wen spoke, his entire person had already merged with the wind. Everywhere the wind was, his silhouette seemed to be there. In an instant, he had traversed a thousand meters.

"Trying to escape? Do you think it's going to be that easy? Leave half your points behind like a good boy. I am considered rather merciful. Anyone else would most likely have taken all your points away. They might not have even spared your life."

The white-robed swordsman laughed softly as he took a few steps forward. His movements were miraculous. In one step, he traversed a few hundred meters. In a few steps, he had caught Mo Wen up by a sizable amount. Although he did not comprehend any rite of passage martial arts, he also had some achievements when it came to movement techniques. Moreover, the difference between their cultivations was so large. Even if Mo Wen mastered rite of passage movement techniques, he would not necessarily have much of an advantage.

"Humph, if I want to leave, you can't keep me here by yourself."

Mo Wen coldly snorted. Streaks of lightning suddenly emerged from his body. The aura of his entire person suddenly surged and doubled. His speed also exploded instantly, allowing him to pull a distance away from the white-robed swordsman.

"Another rite of passage level secret technique! As expected, you are not ordinary." A look of surprise flashed in the white-robed swordsman's eyes.

After unleashing the Glory of Thunder, Mo Wen's Glory of Wind was even more incredible. It is said that once one cultivated the Glory of Wind to a later stage, one could comprehend the Wind Technique. That was a famous and remarkable technique, even in the Immortal Cultivation World. Allowing one to come and go without a trace, the Wind Technique was one of the Immortal Cultivation World's most renowned techniques.

Back then, the Star Emperor not only mastered the Wind Technique, but also the Thunder Technique. Wind brought along thunder. When the Glory of Wind and the Glory of Thunder were combined, one could comprehend the even rarer Thunder Technique.

Although Mo Wen was still far from achieving that realm, the Glory of Thunder and the Glory of Wind came from the same source. Wind brought along thunder and the two elements complemented each other. When Mo Wen unleashed the Glory of Thunder, the Glory of Wind also increased by a level in an instant.

"I want to see which is faster: your movements or my sword."

A look of interest flashed in the eyes of the white-robed swordsman. The longswords in his hands trembled slightly. The next moment, countless beams of sword Qi appeared everywhere. The sword Qi seemed to combine with the very fabric of space. They were rather animated and instantly flew out a great distance and immediately caught up with Mo Wen.

The beams of sword Qi were like shrouds of rain. They instantly surrounded Mo Wen.

"Let's see how you will escape after falling into my Sea of Swords."

The white-robed swordsman smiled indifferently. He had practiced sword techniques for his entire life and had always been considered a sword addict by others. In the entire world, there was only a handful of youthful ancient martial art practitioners who could escape from his sword.

This Sea of Swords appeared simple, but it contained countless mysteries. Unless Mo Wen was powerful enough to overcome his technique by brute force and could instantly destroy his Sea of Swords, it was almost impossible for this youth to escape from it.

The white-robed swordsman stepped forward and prepared to capture Mo Wen who was caught in the Sea of Swords. His attack had never failed before. Since he wanted to take away half of Mo Wen's points, how could he possibly let his prey escape?

However, the white-robed swordsman had barely taken two steps when his entire figure suddenly froze on his original position.

Countless silhouettes had suddenly appeared in the Sea of Swords. Each and every silhouette was a copy of the youth. The silhouettes were exceptionally nimble, traversing effortlessly in his Sea of Swords. In the blink of an eye, the silhouettes had actually escaped from his Sea of Swords. Then, all the silhouettes combined and formed a figure. In the next moment, the youth appeared somewhere far away, disappearing in a few dashes.

"Another rite of passage level martial arts teachings, and a rather rare skill-based martial arts teaching at that!"

This time, even the white-robed swordsman was shocked. A youth had actually mastered three rite of passage martial arts at the same time. The youth's talent was incredible; even the white-robed swordsman paled in comparison to him. Skill-based rite of passage martial arts were rather difficult to comprehend. There were way too many mysteries and techniques involved. They were definitely much harder to cultivate when compared to the two rite of passage martial arts demonstrated by Mo Wen just now.

"I have indeed met an interesting guy."

The white-robed swordsman suddenly broke into a playful grin while staring at Mo Wen's departing silhouette. He did not pursue the youth because the swordsman could not possibly catch up to him now. This person, of such a young age and with such high cultivation, was the first person to escape from the white-robed swordsman's hand.

"My name is White Dust. Remember, you owe me half of your points. I will take them from you sooner or later."

A voice traveled from far away and sounded in Mo Wen's ears.

"White Dust? Humph!" Mo Wen coldly snorted. Every dog has its day. He did not believe that he would forever be weaker than the swordsman.

...

In the blink of an eye, Mo Wen had traveled a hundred kilometers. The white-robed swordsman was too terrifying. Even though Mo Wen had escaped from his Sea of Swords, he had been hurt by the swordsman's sword Qi. Streaks of sharp sword Qi moved around inside Mo Wen's body continuously. Mo Wen couldn't even suppress them. He had to find a secluded place for treatment as soon as possible.

In the Heart of the Red Stone Forest, there were dangers lurking everywhere. It was not easy to find a safe place to heal himself. Only after an hour of searching did Mo Wen find a satisfactory place. It was concealed hole in a gigantic tree. The trunk was huge and hollow. The entrance of the tree hole was hidden in the tree crown, so it was hard to discover, making it an excellent hiding place.

Mo Wen entered the tree hole, sat cross-legged, and immediately started his treatment.

...

Hundreds of kilometers away, among the mountains, the sky suddenly darkened. It was not because night had descended, nor was it due to an overcast sky. Instead, the sun was blocked by densely packed silhouettes.

Countless crimson bats had appeared in the sky. The bats formed a gigantic crimson cloud which blocked out the sun and the sky. All light within a radius of ten kilometers was completely blocked out. Below, it was all darkness.

There was a stronghold on a mountain peak below which contained more than a thousand people. But right now, this large scale mountain stronghold was being devastated. The vampire bats in the sky frenziedly swarmed into it, killing every person they saw. Everywhere they passed, a bloody massacre was all that remained.

Individually, the vampire bats were not very powerful. They were demonic beasts around the fifth or sixth rank. Very few of them were seventh-rank demonic beasts.

Alone, they were not very strong, but if there were ten thousand, a hundred thousand or even a million of them?

For anyone, such a gigantic bat colony would be a disaster.

The ancient martial art practitioners living in the mountain stronghold were all very powerful. Almost all of them were at the Golden Elixir Realm or above. There were even many Martial Arts Grandmasters, but everyone who encountered the army of bats ended up dead. They could not escape even if they wanted to.

At the center of the army of bats that blocked out the sun and the sky was an even larger vampire bat. This vampire bat was as large as three soccer fields. Its skin was bright red as though blood was dripping right through it. Its wings could sweep up tornadoes.

Clearly, it was the ruler of this army of bats: the Bat King.

From its aura, one could determine that this Bat King was rather frightening. It was far more frightening than even a Pinnacle Beast King. It could almost compare to the Dragon Horse that Mo Wen had encountered in the Fire Domain.

However, what was even more astonishing was that a silhouette stood on this seemingly not to be provoked, hideous, and evil-looking Bat King's body. It was the graceful and elegant silhouette of a woman.

"How is it this mountain stronghold, where many criminals have gathered, only worth twenty thousand points? I have so many points that I lost count of them already. That fellow Mo Wen can rank fifth on the scoreboard with just twenty thousand points. I am already about to exceed three hundred thousand points. If I continue killing these criminals, will I end up killing all of them?"

The woman that was standing on the Bat King's body stretched lazily. She was charming and enchanting like a fairy. She was none other than Mo Wen's self-proclaimed older sister, Gu Jingman. However, right now, Gu Jingman was very different from how she usually was. Her hair was the color of blood and reached down to her feet. Her eyes had also turned completely crimson. They were so deep that they seemed bottomless, like two seas of blood. Her features were even more refined, as though she was the most perfect sculpture and one of the Seven Wonders of the World. Being blessed by the heavens with such an appearance, she unconsciously emanated the aura of a lofty ruler.

Gu Jingman's entire person was so devilish that she did not appear human, but her aura did not emanate such evil. Instead, it was very dignified and sacred. It was like basking in the light of a goddess and not the evil aura of a demoness.

"These little things are truly obedient. They don't even hesitate when I order them to die. Even the most loyal servants won't go to such an extent. It is such a pity that my ability is still limited now. I cannot unleash the divine technique of the Blood God. Otherwise, I could let them evolve into Blood Kindred. That's a very good option."

Gu Jingman extended a slender finger and caressed a small bat beside her. As the Blood God's heir, all life that was related to the Blood Kindred had to obey her commands.