Chapter Ninety-eight: Struggle

  Fang Shaobai's eyes widened in horror as he saw that, apart from the two Virtual Realm experts who were originally hiding on the side, several Sword Sages at the Huan Shen stage next to them had been silently and imperceptibly strangled into dozens of segments by countless invisible threads of gravity, blood mist flying everywhere, their primordial spirits also being erased by the lightning power attached to the threads in an instant, their bodies and souls completely annihilated.

  The surrounding pressure disappeared, replaced by a heavy pressure with a fierce and bloody breath from Kong Chuang himself.

  In the air, a bloody fog began to diffuse.

  With a salty smell, and a bit sweet.

  A smile, somewhat ferocious and also slightly satisfied, the thick bloody aura brought by the blood mist in the sky seemed to have drawn out something deep within Kong Zhuo's heart, an excited feeling began to spread throughout his body, and a faint glimmer of blood light flickered in his eyes.

  "It seems I'm really quite unpopular, and yet I haven't even done anything bad, but still so many people want to kill me!"

  Kong Zhen straightened his body, the look of being severely injured by the Soul Devouring Dark Thunder earlier was gone, and a cheerful smile appeared on his face. "Two gentlemen, looking at you, seems quite unfamiliar, doesn't seem like good people either!"

  "You think we're going to be good people, don't you!" The speaker was a young man in red clothes, of course, he just looked young on the surface, but in fact, no one knew how old he really was.

  "You're so young, yet your methods are ruthless. If not like this, how can you enter my demonic gate? I, Yi Xiu Zi, guarantee that as long as you enter my demonic gate, no one will be able to scheme against you."

  This guy, without caring about the fact that two Nascent Soul cultivators following behind him were killed, directly came over to dig a corner of the wall. It seems that the nature of this demon gate is indeed quite ruthless.

  But when he heard Yizixu say this, the face of the hemp-robed monk standing not far away changed, and he let out a cold snort, showing his discontent.

  Kong Zhan smiled, his laughter carrying a hint of mockery. "Guaranteed, haha, if your Demon Gate could guarantee that, then 100 years ago you wouldn't have been beaten like dogs and scattered all over the place."

  One sentence hit the sore spot of that blood-stained person, just like a wound that had just healed was suddenly torn apart again, and the pain became unbearable.

  "You despicable thing, how arrogant!" The Blood Robe person's face suddenly turned cold, and with a wave of his large sleeve, hundreds of blood lights shot out and rushed towards Kong Yan.

  As soon as the blood light came out, Kong Zhuo felt a response in his heart, which was an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

  As soon as his hand lifted, a dark golden light shield appeared in front of him.

  "Plop, plop, plop......" A series of soft sounds rang out. The hundreds of blood lights that had come into contact with the light shield seemed to have been thrown into water like stones, and directly pierced through, stirring up a wave of dark golden color. After a brief pause, there was no sign of weakening, and they rushed straight towards Kong Zhuo.

  "Damn it——!" Kong Zhuo let out a strange cry, his body moved and he shot backwards, this blood light was really strange and powerful. His own light shield could block even the finest immortal swords like Huo Li, but couldn't block this seemingly tiny blood light, which left him somewhat unexpected.

  It's just that now is not the time for surprise and shock.

  That Bloodcloth Monk made his move, and naturally, the Hemp Robe Monk beside him wouldn't be polite either.

  With a slight movement of his right hand, a three-foot-long celestial sword appeared in his hand. In the blink of an eye, he had already slashed at Kong Zhuo, who was hastily retreating backwards.

  With a slight twist of his body, Kong Zhong's body slipped past the sword like a mud eel, with only a tiny margin to spare. The sword merely cut off a corner of Kong Zhong's sleeve.

  "Damn it!"

  Dangerously dodging a sword, Kong Zhuang let out a loud roar as his body rapidly fell to the ground. He quickly pulled up the Gravity Net from the ground with both hands and flung it upwards, merging into one strand.

  A strange gravitational zone formed above his head, but this time it wasn't an increase in gravity, but a decrease. Within that zone, the gravity suddenly decreased by hundreds of times. Mio and the hundreds of blood lights shot upwards, and when they reached that area, they all floated up suddenly.

  Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kong Zhuan jumped up from the ground and, just like before, rolled up his fists as big as a basin and smashed them at the hemp-clothed monk.

  That Miao Yi's figure suddenly turned, and a layer of pale blue light flashed on his body, dispelling the abnormal gravity around him. At this time, Kong Zhuo's fist had also arrived.

  With the lesson of the previous fight, he naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to exchange blows with Kong Zhuo's twin fists. He let out a loud whistle and his hand holding the immortal sword spun around, transforming into a flowing light that shot towards Kong Zhuo's fist.

  But he himself, like Kong Zhuan dodging his attack just now, slid out, his hands danced a few times, and after drawing two mysterious trajectories in the air, he suddenly pushed towards Kong Zhuan's direction.

  "Waterway? The world is sealed in ice!"

  At the same time, Kong Zhuang's fists also collided with the sword light.

  "Boom!" A loud noise, Kong Zhuang felt his arms numb, but the sword was knocked out by his fists. The sharp sword intent only passed through his skin and was blocked back, and the wound healed instantly.

  But at this time, real trouble also came.

  Those dozens of blood lights have now pierced through the gravitational field he created, striking his body with a loud thud.

  Behind him, Maiyoshi's Water Walking Jutsu also struck with icy ferocity.

  The chill in the air condensed the surrounding air into a pale blue ice crystal, and the range of the frozen sky was not very large, but it just happened to seal off all of Kong Zhuo's retreats. Then, the pale blue ice crystals poured down from the sky like rain, sweeping towards Kong Zhuo.

  These pale blue ice crystals are not ordinary ice, but rather the condensation of the surrounding yuanqi into xuanbing. The icy aura is enough to freeze a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage to death. Even a master in the Void Refining realm would be injured by these ice crystals if caught off guard.

  So, Kong Zhuo chose to rely on his strong physique and forcibly endured the hundreds of bloody lights, while avoiding the dark blue mysterious ice.

  Unexpectedly, the hundreds of blood lights struck Kong Zhan, and Kong Zhan felt something was off. This wasn't any hidden weapon or dark thunder; these hundreds of blood lights were intangible and formless. As soon as they came into contact with his body, they didn't cause any substantial harm like he had imagined, but instead stuck to him like leeches, and then began to absorb his vital energy and essence.

  The blood-robed monk standing in mid-air saw his hundreds of blood lights all hit Kong Zhuo's face, and a look of joy that was hard to conceal appeared on his face. His hands were clasped together, and he drew a mysterious symbol in the air.

  "Blood God's Great Law? Blood God's Invitation!"

  As the Blood God's power was activated, a mysterious channel was formed between the blood light that was absorbing Kong Zhuo's vital energy and the Blood Robe Cultist, drawing Kong Zhuo's vital energy towards the cultist.

  "Damn it, Blood God's Great Law!"

  Kong Zhan's heart skipped a beat as he finally understood that the blood-robed monk was actually from the Blood God Sect, one of the three strongest sects among the various demonic factions.

  And these blood lights attached to his body are naturally not hidden weapons or magic treasures, but the Blood God Sons cultivated by the Blood God Sect.

  The Blood God Child is transformed from a vengeful spirit, intangible and formless, almost able to avoid all obstacles and energies in the world. Once attached, they will devour the biological essence and blood of living beings, transforming it into spiritual energy to provide for their master. Not only can they absorb enemies until they are completely destroyed, but they are also one of the fastest cultivation methods in the world.

  However, since the Demon Gate has not appeared in the world for a long time, such an evil technique has become a legend for cultivators of Kong Yan's age. Who would have thought that they would encounter this kind of evil technique?

  "Kid, now you know how formidable my Magic Gate is!"

  "Is that all you've got?" Kong Zhuo sneered, his body's Taiyang Zhenhuo Jinshen Jue starting to circulate as he began to absorb the power of the Sun True Fire. The Sun True Fire was a natural nemesis of yin evil entities, and this Blood God Child was an extremely yin and evil entity. Although it was much stronger than the Soul Devouring Yin Thunder from earlier, Kong Zhuo had access to endless amounts of Sun True Fire during the day, so it wasn't too difficult for him to refine the hundreds of Blood God Children attached to his body.

  That Blood Clothes cultivator only saw the golden light on Kong Zhan's body flash, and his own painstakingly cultivated hundreds of blood gods lost contact. His face changed greatly, but before he could react, the true fire of the sun actually struck along the channel between him and the blood god.

  "Ahhh——!!! ～" After a miserable scream, the blood-robed monk suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark red blood, his body rapidly retreating and falling to the ground.

  "Water Style! Ice Dragon Tornado!"

  Just then, a loud shout also came from behind Kong Zhuang.

  Innumerable dark blue glacial ice condensed into one body, unexpectedly forming a long, hundreds of feet long, icy blue giant dragon. The hands of the Taoist priest were also placed in a strange posture, with his left hand held horizontally and his right wrist resting on top of his left wrist, his right hand shaped like a dragon's head, slowly swaying back and forth. And that dark blue glacial ice giant dragon seemed to have life, moving in sync with the direction of his swaying hands.

  "Hmph!" Kong Zuo let out a cold snort, his body suddenly accelerating as he charged towards the hemp-clothed monk.

  "Roar——!" The body of the mysterious ice giant dragon, mixed with the power of ten thousand tons and the intention of extreme cold, lowered its head, blocking the way in front of Ma Yi Xiu Shi. It raised its hand, following the movement of Ma Yi Xiu Shi's hand, and charged towards Kong Zhuo.

  "Damn it!" Kong Zhuo's body, which had been charging forward rapidly, suddenly came to a halt and then retreated to the side. Although he was extremely confident in his own abilities, it was still better to be cautious when facing a monster made of dark ice.

  During his retreat, Kong Zhan naturally didn't idle around either, and his hands formed a seal.

  "Thunder Arts! Heavenly Strike!"

  With his roar, a bolt of lightning about ten feet wide flashed through the air and struck the forehead of the mysterious ice giant dragon.

  "Boom!" A deafening sound, and the dragon's head was instantly shattered into ice crystals.

  Mai's face suddenly turned pale, his hands clasped together, and with a sudden burst of force, he bit the tip of his tongue, causing blood to gush out. His complexion instantly cleared, turning as white as snow, and his aura surged violently. For an instant, it was as if a divine spirit had possessed him, standing motionless in mid-air, with an almost palpable energy stirring his robes into a rustling sound.

  "Water Style! Ice Dragon Tornado!"

  Ma Yishu let out a loud shout, his two hands simultaneously drawing several mysterious symbols in the air, larger and more numerous than before.

  Same technique, but this time, instead of one Dark Ice Dragon, five appeared.

  Howling, with a piercing chill like a knife edge, it rolled towards Kong Zhuo.

  Not only that, but the temperature around Kong Zhong also dropped suddenly, and a layer of white frost condensed on the ground within a hundred miles, while the originally flowing rivers and streams also froze into ice. Under the impact of their original flowing inertia, they were squeezed and emitted a heart-piercing "creaking" sound.

  Kong Zhan's hands moved at an extremely fast speed as he formed a seal, still using Thunder Arts: Heavenly Strike.

  Five flashes of lightning and the previous general out of thin air, smashed on the forehead of the five ice dragons, only this time, however, did not strike them like before, but only made them pause for a moment before sweeping in again.

  "Damn it, he's actually desperate!" Kong Zhuo cursed under his breath.

  Technique and technical method are not general terms.

  An art, in essence, is using one's own power to harness and utilize the primordial energy between heaven and earth.

  The method is a way of mobilizing the primordial energy of heaven and earth for one's own use.

  After countless years in the cultivation world, numerous cultivators' efforts and practices have not been lacking. Some cultivators have a very deep understanding of the Heavenly Dao's fundamental power. These cultivators can mobilize an extremely small portion of their strength to stir up the boundless and immense Heavenly Dao's fundamental power. Moreover, they can arrange various fundamental powers in a row, forming the best combination, thereby achieving the greatest destructive effect at the smallest cost.

  These various combinations and mobilization methods of yuanli explored by predecessors are just tactics.

  The battle of skills is a contest between two aspects: one is the cleverness of the skill itself, and the other is the power within oneself.

  Although a clever technique may consume very little of one's own strength, even a mosquito is still flesh and blood. If the opponent's inherent power far surpasses one's own, then the opponent can still cause harm with their brute force.

  Now it is obvious that this monk has started to harm people.