Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor

Chapter 748: Bloodthirst of the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade

"Alright, since you want a fair fight, I shall grant you one!"Fang Bai leaped back several yards, and the spatial ring on his left hand flickered slightly before a crimson light flashed. The Blood-Drinking Mad Blade, long silent in his spatial ring, now appeared in his right hand.

This Blood-Drinking Mad Blade had been discovered by Fang Bai and the Fat Taoist Wu De in the tomb chamber of an innate expert named Zhuge Dingtian.

Fang Bai hypothesized that the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade might originally have been an extremely formidable and terrifying spiritual artifact, which later, perhaps due to the sealing by some powerful being, had its might greatly diminished, turning it into what seemed like an ordinary mid-grade spiritual artifact.

What grade the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade truly belonged to, Fang Bai, with his current abilities, was temporarily unable to discern. Only when his power increased in the future, and he could break the seal of the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade, would its true grade and power be revealed.

Zhuge Dingtian was merely an innate expert and could not possibly have crafted a spiritual artifact of the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade’s caliber. Therefore, he must have acquired it through some fortuitous event.

And after Zhuge Dingtian perished, the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade was buried with him in his tomb chamber, from where Fang Bai came to possess it.

Fang Bai gripped the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade tightly in his right hand, silently channeling a stream of Essence Energy into the blade. In an instant, a killing qi filled with the scent of blood spread out in all directions, enveloping the entire island.

And Fang Bai’s aura, at this very moment, underwent a drastic change, becoming as sharp and pressing as a blade’s edge.

"This blade... such intense killing intent!"

Wei He’s body, engulfed by the sky-high killing qi released from the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade, felt all his hair stand on end, as if confronting death itself. He knew that the blood-colored long blade in Fang Bai’s hand was no ordinary weapon.

Moreover, he could sense that Fang Bai’s combat strength had also surged due to the augmentation of the blood-colored long blade.

"If that blood-colored long blade were in my hands, I would become even more powerful than I am now!"

Wei He stared intently at the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade in Fang Bai’s hand, his eyes filled with greed and wariness, pondering how to kill Fang Bai and claim the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade for himself.

Fang Bai raised the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade high, his gaze icy as he looked at Wei He and loudly declared, "This blade, named the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade, must be bathed in the opponent’s blood once drawn before it can be sheathed! So... today, I shall use your blood to consecrate my blade!" Before his words had ceased, the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade had already swung down from above toward Wei He opposite him.

"Bloodthirst!"

As Fang Bai swung the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade, he softly uttered those two words.

The blade light flashed past, blood qi filled the sky, and a long, blood-colored blade shadow, accompanied by a heart-wrenching wail, cut towards Wei He’s body, as if the Grim Reaper itself was wielding its scythe, reaping Wei He’s life.

When Fang Bai had first obtained the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade, he had also come across a saber manual called "Mad Blade Three Styles."

The "Mad Blade Three Styles" were divided into "Bloodthirst," "Soul Severing," and "Annihilation." After practicing these techniques, Fang Bai found that each style was more powerful than the previous. As his cultivation level increased, there would come a day when he, with a blade in hand, could consume blood, sever souls, and annihilate everything.

Fang Bai’s combat strength had been just slightly less than Wei He’s, but with the support of the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade, he was now able to contend with Wei He. Additionally, the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade possessed a terrifying attribute: during an attack, it could induce illusions in the opponent. Once the opponent failed to break the illusions quickly, they would become the undead souls beneath the mad blade.

As Fang Bai executed the "Bloodthirst" technique, a horrifying vision of a Corpse Mountain Blood Sea immediately appeared before Wei He’s eyes. Amidst that slaughter, countless martial artists were crazily battling each other, with limbs strewn all over the ground, and warriors falling with twisted faces and agonized screams, struggling in ceaseless pain before dying under endless torment.rating the blade’s body, sensing the joyous hum coming from within. The recent killing and bloodletting had pleased this slightly sentient spiritual artifact, sharpening its edge and intensifying its killing qi even further.

In front of the Valley Master Hall, the fierce battle between the disciples of the five sects led by "Spirit Crane Sect" and the several sects headed by "Ghost Doctor Valley" had reached a fever pitch. Both sides fought with a disregard for their own lives, trading blood for blood, life for life, and it seemed unlikely for a victor to emerge anytime soon.

Even Li Ao, the Valley Master of "Ghost Doctor Valley," who had been keeping an eye on the small island in the lake, was entangled in a tough battle with Mu Xiantian and had no spare attention to give elsewhere.

Therefore, Fang Bai’s slaying of Wei He went unnoticed by all.