Wild Dogs

The leader of the blood servants kept approaching with a sword, clearly intending to kill.

Seeing this, the other blood servants looked at their leader with fear.

"Boss, are we really going to kill him?" the others asked hesitantly.

"Of course, if we don't kill him, we'll all be finished once his brain is clouded by bloodlust."

"Hurry up and find the items. Once you're done, head straight back. Don't gather any other medicinal herbs."

As he spoke, the man gripped his sword, walked to the convulsing person, and swung his sword down.

He was nervous, and the sword missed his neck, only striking his shoulder.

The person on the ground screamed as he was struck, then jumped up and lunged at him with bloodshot eyes.

"Damn it!"

In his nervousness, the leader swung his sword wildly.

Although this person was delirious and attacking wildly, he was still just a mortal.

After being slashed several times, he finally collapsed.

With a thud, the man fell to the ground, and only then did the leading blood servant breathe a sigh of relief.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at the others.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I have no choice. If I don't kill him, we'll all suffer."

Then he pointed to the corpse on the ground.

"His brain has been invaded by blood energy, and he is delirious. In another hour or two, he will become a living dead."

"We can't keep him alive now. If he becomes a living dead, we'll be in trouble."

After saying that, the leader kicked the corpse aside and looked at the others.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and search!"

The others nodded obsequiously and immediately began searching.

Yang Fan remained hidden to the side, watching quietly.

After a while, one of them suddenly shouted excitedly.

"Boss, I found something!"

The others immediately gathered around excitedly.

Several people moved aside a large pile of bones, revealing a somewhat tattered red flag.

Upon seeing the flag, the others were overjoyed and immediately pulled it out with all their might.

The flag was only three feet in size, but as soon as it was taken out, the expressions of the people around it all changed.

A gust of cold wind blew across the flag, and one of the people was unable to dodge it and was hit directly by the wind.

"what!"

A piercing scream rang out, and the person's flesh and blood were instantly drained, leaving only a layer of white bones.

"W-What's going on?"

The others were terrified and immediately retreated to the side.

The leader was also trembling with fear; he knew he absolutely could not let go of this thing.

He immediately and carefully gripped the flag in his hand, curling it up tightly.

Even while holding the flag, he could feel the blood energy constantly invading his body.

But he was incredibly excited; with this, he could become a formal disciple.

"Hurry up, we've got the Thousand Soul Banner, we can leave now."

"The Thousand Soul Banner?"

Yang Fan immediately became interested.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly tattered flag was actually the Thousand Soul Banner, forged from souls and flesh.

Although the Thousand Soul Banner is not as powerful as the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, it is still extremely powerful and can be considered a top-grade spiritual artifact.

Seeing that these people were about to leave with the Thousand Soul Banner, Yang Fan shook his head slightly and slowly stood up from the side.

"Gentlemen, let's wait a bit."

As Yang Fan spoke, he flew over on his magic sword.

The magic sword was incredibly fast, instantly reaching the group.

Yang Fan smiled and extended his hand.

"Sir, you should hand over this Thousand Soul Banner."

"Who...who are you?"

The leading blood servant was terrified; he never expected there to be cultivators below him.

Yang Fan shrugged.

"Who I am is not important. What's important is that you hand over the stuff quickly so you can suffer less."

The man glanced at Yang Fan and shook his head firmly.

"No, I must give this to the elder; I cannot give it to you."

He protected the Thousand Soul Banner with all his might.

Seeing this, Yang Fan shook his head and sighed.

"I'm really sorry, but I can't grant your wish."

Yang Fan waved his hand, and a large pile of medicinal herbs flew out.

"These medicinal herbs may not be as valuable as the Thousand Soul Banner, but they can barely break even."

"I'm exchanging these medicinal herbs for the Thousand Soul Banner in your possession. Is that fair?"

Seeing Yang Fan take out the medicinal herbs, the man was somewhat tempted and nodded slightly.

"Okay, medicinal herbs are fine too. Here, take the stuff."

He held the Thousand Soul Banner, seemingly about to hand it to Yang Fan.

But when Yang Fan reached out, the man's expression changed, and he suddenly swung the Thousand Soul Banner at Yang Fan.

In an instant, most of the blood energy in this person's body was absorbed by the Thousand Soul Banner.

He was not a cultivator, so he could only use his own blood energy to activate the Thousand Soul Banner to deal with Yang Fan.

"Go to hell!"

In his opinion, even if Yang Fan had cultivation, it couldn't be that high.

With the Thousand Soul Banner in hand, a sudden attack would surely catch Yang Fan off guard.

As the Thousand Soul Banner was waved, gusts of yin wind blew from it.

The Thousand Soul Banner feeds on human blood and souls. Once waved, it not only absorbs blood and energy but also traps souls within it.

With each swing, a ghostly wail could be heard emanating from within.

These bursts of ghostly wails and howls also attacked the cultivators' spirits.

Upon hearing this voice, Yang Fan was momentarily dazed.

The cold wind was very close to him for a moment.

However, Yang Fan was a cultivator after all, so these things didn't have much of an impact on him.

He immediately realized what was happening and stepped back.

Knowing that the Yin Wind was extremely difficult to deal with, he retreated in one breath, keeping a great distance.

Seeing that his attack had missed, the man became extremely nervous.

The opponent is a cultivator; if I can't kill him in one strike, I'm doomed.

Thinking of this, he waved the Thousand Soul Banner again, sweeping a gust of yin wind towards Yang Fan.

Now that things have come to this, all we can do is fight Yang Fan with all our might.

The Thousand Soul Banner is indeed extremely powerful, but if a mortal were to control it, its effectiveness would be minimal.

A sneak attack might be worth a shot, but a head-on fight offers absolutely no chance of victory.

After creating some distance, Yang Fan immediately launched a counterattack.

In an instant, Yang Fan rushed to the Thousand Soul Banner.

Seeing that Yang Fan was not scared off, the man tried desperately to wave the Thousand Soul Banner again.

This time, Yang Fan didn't give him a chance. He raised his hand and threw a talisman, which instantly exploded, burning through the ropes they were holding.

Several blood servants clinging to the ropes screamed and fell down in unison, the Thousand Soul Banner following suit, enveloping them inside.

"what!"

Screams of agony came from below.

These people wouldn't have died from falling into the pile of corpses, but the leader clung tightly to the Thousand Soul Banner.

After it landed, the Thousand Soul Banner instantly absorbed all of them completely.

After dealing with these people, Yang Fan flew to the Thousand Soul Banner, examined it carefully, and gently shook his head.

Then, with a swift movement, he grabbed the Thousand Soul Banner from a distance.

Looking at the skeletons below, Yang Fan sighed.

"I didn't intend to kill you, so why did you insist on courting death?"

According to Yang Fan's plan, he originally intended to give these people some medicinal herbs, knock them unconscious, and then let them out after he left.

Although doing so was dangerous, Yang Fan was not a bloodthirsty person.

Unexpectedly, these people didn't give him a chance at all; they only wanted to kill him.

Left with no other choice, Yang Fan had to resort to ruthless killing.

However, this also made him much safer.

Yang Fan held the Thousand Soul Banner in his hand and examined it carefully.

The Thousand Souls Banner was badly damaged at every corner, showing that it was severely damaged.

After looking around, Yang Fan carefully grasped the Thousand Soul Banner and swung it forcefully forward.

In an instant, a fierce gust of cold wind swept by, carrying with it the wails of vengeful spirits, leaving a layer of frost on the rocks ahead.

Seeing this, Yang Fan secretly clicked his tongue in amazement; this thing was indeed quite powerful.

However, he could tell that the Thousand Soul Banner was somewhat damaged and not in its best condition.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Fan put the Thousand Soul Banner into the small cauldron.

A moment later, Yang Fan opened the small cauldron and took out the Thousand Soul Banner.

The Thousand Soul Banner, which was previously pitch black, has now turned golden, and the damaged parts have been repaired.

Looking at the Thousand Soul Banner, Yang Fan nodded repeatedly.

This is no longer the Thousand Soul Banner; it has clearly become the Human King Banner.

Yang Fan looked at the King of Men banner in his hand with great interest and waved it forcefully forward.

A more violent gust of cold wind swept out, its power even greater than before.

"Very good, from now on you will be the King of Men's Banner."