I Can Devour Spirits

Chapter 343 - 291: Blood of Black and Yellow (Part 3)

The fortune teller was chasing from behind, suspicion arose in his heart. "Could it be that this kid has the skill of locating by sound?"

At this moment, Duan Rong suddenly turned his steps sharply and darted into the broken temple on the edge of the dense forest.

One corner of the broken temple had collapsed, and the gate was decayed, it was unknown how many years it had been in disrepair.

The fortune teller’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately gave chase. If he lost track, his Cultivation Technique of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill would be in vain!

Seeing that he was less than half a yard away from the temple gate, the fortune teller reached out his hand, first several Flying Sabers, a cold light flickered, shooting into the temple gate, then his own body followed, with his sword shadow protecting him, as he dashed into the broken temple.

The fortune teller had just sprung into the temple when a dark shadow flashed by his side. Duan Rong had already hidden there, attacking with a blade.

The fortune teller’s sword shadow protected him, resisting the attack, but just as he heard a crisp ’ding’, the sword in his hand was knocked flying, and at the moment the weapons clashed, his palm was already shattered, with fresh blood and crushed flesh smearing his hand.

Duan Rong was now without reservation, his Realm fully unleashed!

The fortune teller was shocked, his form violently retreated, and as he did, three Flying Sabers simultaneously shot towards Duan Rong!

Duan Rong chuckled lightly, reached out, and caught the three Flying Sabers, almost simultaneously his figure flickered, and plum blossom shadows bloomed beside him as the three Flying Sabers exploded out!

The fortune teller was greatly startled, dodging sideways, but only managed to avoid one. The other two Flying Sabers pierced through his shoulder and right arm, leaving two large bloody holes.

But at this moment, the large bloody holes on the fortune teller’s body suddenly had blood threads densely weaving, writhing and squirming like leeches...

The two large bloody holes on the fortune teller’s body healed in less than a breath.

"Filthy Blood Divine Skill?" Although Duan Rong had known about it for a long time, seeing the terrifying healing effect of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill with his own eyes still shocked him.

The fortune teller’s face was pale and covered in sweat, looking at Duan Rong with fearful eyes, he tentatively said: "The Filthy Blood Divine Skill of our cult not only returns life to dead flesh and bones, but also increases lifespan. With years of cultivation, it provides numerous wondrous benefits. Boy, if you want to join our cult, I can recommend you!"

Knowing he was no match for Duan Rong, he now relied on the strange healing effect of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill to lure Duan Rong. If the latter was tempted, he would have a chance to survive.

While enticing Duan Rong, he cursed Ge Qingchuan in his mind. This kid knocked his weapon away with just one strike, at least at the Great Perfection level. How did she gather the information? This was setting him up for failure!

Duan Rong looked at him, disdain flickering in his eyes. "I have trypophobia, seeing those leech-like wriggling blood threads makes me want to puke!"

"Trypophobia?!" This was the first time the fortune teller had heard of the term, but during his cultivation, looking at those writhing blood threads, he sometimes felt like vomiting too.

"You old charlatan, didn’t you predict that my blood would turn black and yellow? Now I’ll show you, today, whose blood will truly turn black and yellow?"

With these words, Duan Rong leapt swiftly, as quick as lightning, charging at the fortune teller with his blade!

This strike from Duan Rong was with his Realm fully unleashed, he predicted that the old codger would surely die!

The fortune teller, seeing he couldn’t avoid Duan Rong’s strike, suddenly his brow twitched, and blood threads exploded from his whole body!

The blood threads seemed alive, instantly gathering and weaving, trying to fend off Duan Rong’s strike!

Duan Rong’s strike was evidently formidable, the gathered blood threads instantly disintegrated, but the momentum of Duan Rong’s blade only slightly paused before slashing down again!

The fortune teller seized upon this momentary pause to swiftly sidestep, avoiding the fatal area, but still, Duan Rong’s slash cut a large chunk of flesh from his shoulder, blood spouting out, staining half of his Daoist robe red.

The fortune teller was panting heavily, but he dared not use the Filthy Blood Divine Skill to heal the wound, the wound was too large, healing it would deplete too much of his power, he still needed to preserve the Filthy Blood Divine Skill to fend off Duan Rong’s killing move to save his life!

Duan Rong looked at the fortune teller, half bathed in blood, with a cold sneer: "Old charlatan, this Filthy Blood Divine Skill you have hasn’t even achieved the first level, has it!"

The fortune teller’s heart flinched, he hadn’t expected this kid to know so much about the Filthy Blood Divine Skill.

Of course, Duan Rong understood the Filthy Blood Divine Skill, just earlier, his strike dispersed the gathered blood threads, which had only counteracted about a tenth of his power, it was too weak!

Duan Rong was already advancing with his blade once more, the fortune teller’s face grew paler, having no weapons left, he could only dodge while shooting Flying Sabers at Duan Rong, quickly darting towards the temple door...

He didn’t want to be trapped to death inside the broken temple.

But just as he reached the middle of the broken temple, his body was severed in two by a waist-level chop from Duan Rong...

Only, from his severed body, no blood flowed out, instead, the blood threads were wildly dancing...

As he rushed towards the temple gate, the gathered blood threads repeatedly blocked several of Duan Rong’s strikes.

His body’s fresh blood had already been drained due to the excessive activation of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill...

His upper body flew and fell at the temple entrance, he still tried to crawl out, but Duan Rong strode over, thrust his blade into the back of his head, nailing him to the ground...