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Chapter 284 The Sweeping Monk, Killing with One Move

Upon seeing Ralph's furious demeanor, the two blood vampires no longer dared to delay. The materials for the ritual were quickly gathered.

It was still the garden in the castle.

On a cleared area, twelve human slaves were tied to pillars, arranged in a circle.

Among these people were men and women, old and young. Without exception, their muscles bulged and their breath was much stronger than that of ordinary people, clearly indicating they were cultivators with considerable martial prowess. Among them, two even reached the realm of Heavenly Deceit.

The Blood Realm was vast, inhabited not only by demons but also human tribes.

There were even human warriors who waged relentless wars.

These cultivators were slaves captured from these tribes by Ralph's subordinates.

They probably already knew their fate and now glared at Ralph with anger, a few of them with stronger spirits cursing loudly. But they made no sound, as their tongues and teeth had been removed; when they opened their mouths, only a waterfall of blood flowed down their lips, a rather gruesome sight.

If it were usual,

Ralph and his subordinate blood vampires would have taken great interest in torturing these sacrificial slaves.

But now, with rage burning in his trembling chest and hatred festering in his throat like a thick ulcer, stimulating his bloodthirsty desire for slaughter, he had no mind to vent his anger on these slaves who could neither struggle nor resist. He simply gave the order in an icy voice, saying, "Kill them!"

With a swift motion, the two blood vampires decapitated the slaves one by one, their heads rolling on the ground.

Burning, crimson blood gushed out from the severed necks.

But it didn't fall to the ground.

Instead, it turned into mist, diffusing into the air.

In the opaque condition, nothing could be seen clearly, but a vast power could be felt, surging like a tide. Tiny droplets of blood hanging in the air, under the pull of some force, solidified into blood-red runes. The runes flickered with light and then exploded with a bang.

Bang!

Accompanied by a streak of blood-red lightning.

The blast of air scattered, rolling severed heads on the ground, causing a whooshing sound in the fortress, and the two blood vampires also staggered. They had to cover their faces with their strong arms to barely maintain their posture.

When they lowered their arms and regained their vision, Ralph's figure had already disappeared from their sight.

...

Whew!

The cold wind flew in from the snowy mountains in the distant wilderness.

Even though Skull Plain was a lifeless desert, in Ralph's view, its scenery was still a paradise compared to the Blood Realm.

Though burning with rage, Ralph had not lost his sense of reason. The Mythical Battlefield had not yet fully opened, and every cross-realm arrival came at a great cost. Such opportunities were hard to come by for him and could not afford to be wasted lightly.

"What a hassle, coming early and not being able to exert all my strength. If I were to go further south, encountering those two would just mean throwing my life away," Ralph gritted his teeth, loathing his lack of power.

Fortunately, he had spent some time with Wu Chenghua before.

Ralph was familiar with the distribution of forces in the Jianghu region and the Skull Plain.

Because those who lay here were all powerful cultivators.

Among them, many were Heavenly Deceit cultivators, brimming with vigorous spirit. For Ralph, this was a feast.

"This blood feast is greatly beneficial for me." Ralph's mouth split open, revealing rows of sharp fangs. A cultivator from the Heavenly Deceit Realm lay before him, body intact, the fatal wound at his crown, penetrated by a finger, brain matter mixed with blood flowing out, pooling in a small puddle on the ground.

Even though he had been dead for a while, his body was still robust, filled with potent blood, with a faint fragrance even oozing from his flesh. This transformation of the flesh, dustless and untainted, was a sublime supplement for demons like Ralph.

Facing such temptation, he nearly lost control of his desires.

Throwing dignity aside, Ralph howled, ready to devour everything in one gulp, but just then—

A step!

Light footsteps unexpectedly appeared behind Ralph.

This shock was significant, and Ralph was quickly pulled from his desires.

His heart skipped a beat, his face wearing an expression of incomprehension.

"How is this possible!?" When he first entered the temple, he had been very careful to check the surroundings. He confirmed there was no danger and no other movements before moving. But those footsteps sounded as if they were less than ten meters away.

What strange creature could it be!?

Ralph's muscles tensed instinctively, and he spun around.

Behind him, in the sunlight, an old monk in a tattered grey robe, holding a broom, was lifting his head, looking at him with a tranquil gaze.

"Amitabha!" the old monk greeted with one hand, smiling, "Benefactor, this is not where you should be."

His face was aged, his muscles slack, and he appeared to have no signs of cultivation—no different from the ordinary monks. Even his robe was patched and washed pale. Only his eyes shimmered with a faint light.

How could an ordinary old monk appear so silently behind him?

Could this be some sort of spooky tale?

Ralph's thoughts spun rapidly, but slowly a murderous intent rose within him.

A mighty demon lord was naturally unruly. Moreover, what had come here was merely an avatar, and at worst, he would only lose some power.

With this thought, Ralph snorted coldly, "Playing tricks, you really know not what death is!"

His palm flipped, and a streak of blood-light appeared.

The air buzzed and throbbed, ready to thrust forward.

But just as he raised his hand, the grey-robed monk suddenly vanished from the spot, reappearing in front of Ralph.

Ralph was startled, but then the space before him was empty again. The old monk still stood in his original spot, one hand holding a broom, the other at his chest, as if what Ralph had seen was just an illusion.

"Damn it! Daring to play me!" Ralph, furious and panicked, was about to throw a punch and blast the monk before him into pieces.

But a wave of weakness made him unable to exert any strength.

Ralph looked down at his chest tremblingly, horrified to see his chest hollow. All his internal organs were gone, leaving only a huge, bleeding hole from which thick blood dribbled, directly revealing the wide road and a golden stupa at its end.