“Villa Owner Nangong, quiet down a bit,” the purple-clad woman, Zi Mei, spoke softly at that moment, yet her voice contained a kind of magic that pierced straight into the brain. Nangong Ming’s body trembled, feeling his brain buzzing, the world spinning around him, and blood began to seep from his nose and ears as his momentum rapidly drained away, forcing him to stagger backwards.

“Bang!”

Meanwhile, Xiongshan’s heavy fist had already thundered out, smashing Nangong Ming’s chest cavity inward as he spat out a torrent of blood and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

“Manor Lord!”

Seeing this, Lu Ya’s eyes reddened with fury, and, together with the other two Innate Martial Artists, prepared to charge forward to help.

“Out of the way!”

But the refined, blue-clad scholar Lan Chen snorted disdainfully, waving his folding fan, and a demonic wind erupted in the air, sweeping across like a series of blades.

“Hiss, hiss, hiss!”

Lu Ya and the other two were caught in the wind, sent flying backward with fresh, blood-drenched wounds slashed across their bodies!

“Is this… this is the strength of a Monster Warrior? I can be like them too!”

Seeing this scene, Xie Fei, an Elder of Divine Weapon Villa, was profoundly shaken and filled with immense anticipation.

Zi Mei, Xiongshan, and Lan Chen, who stood before him, were once human Innate Martial Artists with formidable strength, but after merging with the Crystal Core of Demon Monsters, they had undergone rebirth and obtained Immortal Bodies, mastering peculiar and unpredictable Demon Arts!

Three against four, and in just a short time, Nangong Ming and his companions had been routed, completely overwhelmed in a one-sided battle.

Divine Weapon Villa had some heritage, with several Innate Martial Artists in its ranks, but it was not a martial faction after all. They spent most of their days forging weapons and cultivating in silence, seldom engaging in conflict. The combat strength of Lu Ya and his companions was only average among Innate Martial Artists, let alone when facing a group of Monster Warriors!

Zi Mei turned to Xie Fei, her beauteous face cold, “Xie Fei, why is this Demon-Slicing Divine Weapon not as miraculous as the legends say?”

Xie Fei hurriedly replied, “It must be because the Demon-Slicing Divine Weapon is Soulless.”

“Soulless?”

Zi Mei and the others were puzzled.

Xie Fei explained, “The Demon-Slicing Divine Weapon drawing the force of Heaven and Earth Nature into itself is only the second step, the third step requires a Blood Sacrifice!

It must at least be an Innate Martial Artist with Innate Qi, and one who harbors extreme hatred for Demon Monsters, in order to consecrate the Demon-Slicing Divine Weapon with their blood and soul, which can then endow it with a spirit, merging the forces of Demon Monsters and nature, resulting in its extraordinary wonders.”

“So it is! This Demon-Slicing Divine Weapon… does it still require a live person for a Blood Sacrifice? Calling it a Divine Weapon, it seems more appropriate to call it the Monster Soldier among Demon Weapons!”

Zi Mei, Xiongshan, and Lan Chen all realized that the Demon-Slicing Divine Weapon was still one step away from completion, requiring a Blood Sacrifice to grant it the spirit of a Divine Weapon. It must be an Innate Martial Artist with Innate Qi who harbors an intense hatred for Demon Monsters!

Once the Blood Sacrifice was complete, the Demon-Slicing Divine Weapon would be truly metamorphosed, just as an Acquired being transforms to an Innate one. Its miraculousness would be beyond comparison, its power even amplifying with each Demon Monster it slain!

“Villa Owner Nangong, let us then assist you with this final step,” the three looked at Nangong Ming with ill intent in their eyes.

Nangong Ming’s parents had died at the hands of Demon Monsters, and he had committed everything to forging the Demon-Slicing Divine Weapon with the intention of having it slay many more Demon Monsters in the future, naturally nurturing a deep hatred for them. Moreover, as an Innate Martial Artist, he would be the most suitable candidate for the Blood Sacrifice!

In fact, Nangong Ming had originally prepared to sacrifice himself to the Flame Prison Blade; like those legendary Weapon Forging Masters, he was ready to forsake his own life to leave behind a Divine Weapon that would be celebrated for ages. He was prepared to pay with his life without hesitation!

But now, to complete the Demon-Slicing Divine Weapon and benefit these Monster Men? Nangong Ming could not accept this!

“I want you all… to die!” Nangong Ming forced himself to rise from the ground while blood spilled from his mouth. His eyes were raging red with pain. He was ready to go all out, even if his body shattered into pieces, unwilling to let his enemies succeed!

Nangong Ming was preparing to attempt to make the Flame Prison Blade forcibly absorb his blood in a desperate fight.

“Who’s there?”

At that moment, Lan Chen suddenly looked towards the base of the mountain.

On the mountain path, a simply-dressed young man in black was walking upward, the morning light shining upon him, casting his figure in a somewhat hazy light!

“The day has just begun and it’s already so noisy that one cannot sleep, you three vermin… have really angered me!”

The black-clad young man approached slowly, a sheathed long sword at his waist. He was handsome, and beyond that, his aura was restrained, utterly unremarkable. His gaze toward the three Monster Warriors was cold and merciless, as though he was looking at three dead people.

“Su Tailai?”

Nangong Ming, Lu Ya, and the others looked at the young man approaching the summit, taken aback.

The one approaching was none other than Su Changkong!

(Update preview from Qidian Chinese website. Next chapter will be updated on the 19th at 22:00.)

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