Holy Maiden, wait a minute. Why are you asking me to cultivate again?

Tianwufang City, central region.

A group of Blood Demon Cult members infiltrated the market from who-knows-where, silently killed the shop owner, stole the cultivation materials inside, and then blew up the large shop.

"It's the Blood Demon Cult! People from the Blood Demon Cult!"

The cultivators in the market fled in panic, only to be captured by a member of the Blood Demon Cult, who used a magical artifact to drain their blood.

"Let's finish this quickly. We're very close to the Heavenly Martial Sect. Let's get this done and then leave!"

After using his magical artifact to absorb the blood of more than a dozen cultivators around him, the leader, wearing the Blood Demon Mask, flew straight off in one direction.

Tonight's risky attack on Tianwu Market is not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Other towns and cities under the rule of the Tianwu Sect were also attacked by various factions.

The Blood Demon Cult is playing a long game.

"You demonic bastards, die!"

Several market cultivators, who were a little further away and filled with rage, used their respective methods to attack the masked leader.

"You think you're worthy?"

The helmsman stood in the air with his hands behind his back, lifting several people off the ground with a single hand.

The cultivators' skin instantly dried up, turning into several desiccated corpses that fell to the ground.

"A few Qi-cultivating ants, heh heh."

He fiddled with the blood sacrifice artifact in his hand for a moment, and his vision extended to a more distant place.

"Interesting. Seven disciples of the Heavenly Martial Sect. I never expected them to have such an opportunity."

"Hmm, this is all blood from people with good spiritual roots. Not bad, not bad at all. It's much better than the blood of those dregs in the market."

"Huh? How come there's another one with a useless spiritual root?"

Song Zhao and his seven companions briefly flew over, surrounded by panicked flames and people fleeing in disarray.

Countless people retreated, while seven people moved forward.

"Where is the elder who is on duty at the market tonight? I haven't seen him." Zhang Xing was the first to notice something was wrong.

Logically, the elders guarding the market should be at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, so it's impossible for the market to be breached by the demonic path all at once.

"I don't know. The Blood Demon Cult members are ahead. Can we defeat them?"

Huai Xiaoxiao felt a little nervous, as this was her first time facing a demonic cultivator.

Zhou Zhaoxi, his body enveloped in protective spiritual light, rushed to the front: "It's alright, I'll be at the front and see what they're up to."

"Also, quickly send a message to the sect."

"I've already sent a message to the sect," Zhang Xing said. "However, even for a Foundation Establishment elder, it would probably take about an incense stick's time to get here from within the sect."

"Can we hold out for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn?"

Song Zhao asked a question at an inopportune moment.

While the other six couldn't discern it, he could see the cultivation level of the Blood Demon Cult leader.

Foundation Establishment! He must be a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

These cultivators, who averaged eight or nine levels of Qi Refining, were no match for them.

"But we can't let them slaughter indiscriminately!"

Upon seeing the dried corpse on the ground, Zhou Zhaoxi was filled with rage and charged ahead of the Blood Demon Sect leader.

"How dare these demonic cultists run rampant in the territory of the Heavenly Martial Sect!"

The Blood Demon Cult leader chuckled: "What Qi Refining ants? Get lost!"

Bang!

With a wave of his hand, his powerful aura shattered Zhou Zhaoxi's protective spiritual light. He then unleashed his magic weapon: "I'll absorb half of your blood energy, lest I absorb too much and kill you. The Tianwu Sect is like a mad dog, biting me relentlessly."

"stop!"

Zhang Xing roared, his wrist trembled, and the spirit sword in his hand unleashed a bright sword aura, accompanied by a whistling sound.

"The blood of a sword cultivator is not bad either, you should come along too."

The Blood Demon Sect leader easily caught the sword energy, and after blowing away it with a breath of qi, he also attracted Zhang Xing and began to absorb his blood energy.

The five people behind them watched in terror, only to find that their bodies had been locked onto.

"It's alright, it's better for us to hold out as long as we can than for the market cultivators to die."

Li Xubing charged forward, his fists swung with ferocious force.

Huai Xiaoxiao then inscribed an array behind her: "Junior Brother Song, can you stall for a while? I need a hundred breaths..."

Before she could finish speaking, several members of the Blood Demon Cult surrounded her, lewdly laughing.

"What a beautiful young lady! Will you sleep with us tonight?"

"Stop messing around! Get back to work!"

The Blood Demon Helmsman cursed, raised his hand, and a blood shadow fell like lightning, directly binding Huai Xiaoxiao and then draining her essence blood.

The other two disciples also couldn't escape the clutches of the demon, having half of their life essence drained by the Blood Demon Cult's leader.

Six people lost too much blood and collapsed to the ground.

Only Song Zhao stood there as if nothing had happened.

He looked at the Blood Demon Cult leader with some confusion.

"Want to know why?"

"Your spiritual root is too poor; you are not worthy of nurturing my magic weapon." The Blood Demon Sect leader chuckled and was about to leave the market.

Feeling offended, Song Zhao asked loudly, "Why are you walking so fast, Your Excellency?"

He wanted to stall the other side until the sect elders arrived.

Otherwise, the blood of the six disciples would have been shed in vain, and the lives of the market cultivators would have been lost for nothing.

"none of your business."

The Blood Demon Cult leader turned around and was about to slap Song Zhao to the ground, but found that the other party actually blocked his palm strike.

"Um?"

"A ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator can block one of my palm strikes?"

"Could it be that I misjudged you, kid? Do you actually have some kind of special constitution?"

He instantly became interested and summoned a blood sacrifice artifact to see what grade Song Zhao's blood was.

"roll!"

Song Zhao's tongue lit up with lightning patterns, and thunder roared from his mouth. A bolt of dark lightning exploded in the leader's mind.

The Blood Demon Helmsman's eyes were unfocused as he held his head, sensing that something was amiss.

"Interesting ants..."

Before he could finish speaking, a cold, lightning-like glint flashed in his eyes, and a snow-white flying sword suddenly attacked, its sharp aura and cunning angle aimed directly at his throat.

"You also know how to use flying swords?"

The Blood Demon Lord retreated ten feet, instantly creating distance between himself and the flying sword.

"Try again!"

Song Zhao followed, unleashing another Yin Thunder Divine Power.

Rumble!

The Blood Demon Lord's consciousness was thwarted, causing his movements to become stiff and slow, and he was almost stabbed by the flying sword.

He could sense that the flying sword posed a certain threat to him.

"Kid, you've got some good stuff on you..."

The Blood Demon Lord reached out, and ferocious blood shadows appeared all around him, baring their fangs and claws.

But before the Blood Shadow spell could be fully cast, another bolt of dark lightning exploded.

"snort..."

The Blood Demon Lord groaned, and a lot of blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

"Damn it, what kind of move is that? Can this kid keep using it forever?"

While he was pondering, the flying sword "He Yi" had already reached him.

puff-

The Blood Demon Helmsman barely dodged the flying sword, but a line of blood was still slashed across his neck, spraying blood into the air.

"Men, kill this old bastard!"

The Blood Demon Helmsman was truly enraged.

As a dignified cultivator in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, being injured by an ant at the ninth level of Qi Refining naturally filled him with rage.

Several leaders of the Blood Demon Cult rushed over upon hearing the news. Seeing Song Zhao's pale face, they assumed he was already at his limit and wanted to show off in front of the sect leader to steal credit.

"Die!"

A Blood Demon cultist shouted something, then his voice abruptly stopped.

But Song Zhao did not defend but launched a counterattack, shattering the throat bone of a follower with a palm strike, twisting off his head with his five fingers, and then refining it with the Heavenly Demon Pearl.

The other followers were taken aback, sensing the overwhelming ferocity emanating from Song Zhao.

Bang!

The ground shattered, and Song Zhao's ghostly figure rushed in. Following the movements of the armored puppets during the day, he was swift and ruthless, sweeping his leg to decapitate a cult member.

Then he struck again with a palm, shattering the heart meridian of the cultist on the left. Before the cultist on the right could circulate his magic power, he punched him, shattering his skull.

The remaining two or three followers were terrified, as if they had seen a ghost.

Is this still a Qi Refining cultivator? How can he be so fast?