sbdcsierra Chapter 341 Blood Demon Saint Son Zhang Xiaoyu
Chapter 341 Blood Demon Saint Son Zhang Xiaoyu
Two sounds of swords piercing flesh rang out almost simultaneously.
The white robe of the young man in white was stained red with blood, and Zhang Xiaoyu's black robe was also stained black and red.
Neither of them was moved.
After they plunged their swords into each other's bodies, the two of them gritted their teeth and took another step forward, driving the swords even deeper.
With a creaking sound, the two men twisted their swords with their right hands, the sound of blades scraping against bone ringing out.
The two of them simultaneously reached out their left hands to grab each other.
Snap! Their left hands were clasped together.
The young man in white revealed a sinister smile of triumph, and then unleashed his Bloodthirsty Demonic Art.
He has mastered the Bloodthirsty Demon Art to the point where he can absorb the blood of his opponent simply by making physical contact with them.
Zhang Xiaoyu's palms became shriveled, and his blood flowed down his palms into the white-clad youth's palms.
The young man in white laughed wildly, "Ah, hahaha, your blood is delicious."
Zhang Xiaoyu also grinned menacingly, opening his mouth to unleash his cannibalistic magic.
The young man in white was enveloped in red smoke, which gathered into red ribbons that floated into Zhang Xiaoyu's mouth.
Even the surrounding corpses were enveloped in a red mist.
Hundreds of red ribbons floated into Zhang Xiaoyu's mouth, creating a scene that was both spectacular and bizarre.
The young man in white was trembling all over. As blood rushed to his body, his entire eyeballs turned red, and he could no longer see.
The young man in white, feeling his blood draining away, exclaimed in terror, "This...this is the Cannibalistic Demon Art!"
"Spare me, spare my life!"
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't speak, nor could he.
His mouth was frantically sucking up blood. The large amount of blood caused his power to increase rapidly, and he soon reached the Flesh Refining Realm, and then broke through to the Bronze Flesh Realm.
When Zhang Xiaoyu finished her practice, the white-clad youth in front of her, as well as the more than one hundred corpses on the ground, had all turned into mummies.
Zhang Xiaoyu pushed the young man in white away and pulled the long sword out of his body.
Looking at the mummified corpses around him, he felt incredibly conflicted, realizing that he had single-handedly created a living hell.
He knew that once he embarked on this path, there was no turning back.
"Ahhh!" Zhang Xiaoyu roared to the sky.
Since there's no going back, he'll go all the way down this dark path. He wants to surpass the Blood Demon Ancestor, control the entire demonic path, and become the ruler of the human world.
Zhang Xiaoyu ransacked the place and then set it on fire to destroy the evidence.
The Blood Demon Mountain Trial shrinks the activity range of the trial participants every day; anyone who stays outside the range will be slaughtered.
Today, the trial area has been reduced to a radius of two miles.
Soon after, two elders from the Blood Demon Sect arrived.
The two elders looked around and found that Zhang Xiaoyu was the only living person left.
The two immediately realized that the young man in front of them was the lucky one who had fought his way out from tens of thousands of martial artists.
He is also the Blood Demon Saint Son of this generation, and the future Blood Demon Ancestor.
The two men dared not be negligent and bowed to Zhang Xiaoyu, saying, "Greetings, Holy Son. Please return with us to the mountain to attend the Holy Son's succession ceremony."
Zhang Xiaoyu nodded and returned to the Blood Demon Sect with the two of them.
The next day, the Blood Demon Sect held a grand ceremony, which was attended by all the major demonic figures of the entire demonic path.
Zhang Xiaoyu, an unknown nobody, suddenly became a household name in the entire world of Demonic Cultivation.
On a high platform in a plaza of the Blood Demon Sect, the Blood Demon Ancestor, dressed in a red blood-red robe, sat atop the platform.
Zhang Xiaoyu, also dressed in a blood-red robe, walked towards the Blood Demon Ancestor on a red carpet.
The Blood Demon Ancestor scrutinized Zhang Xiaoyu, but Zhang Xiaoyu showed no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.
The Blood Demon Ancestor nodded. "From now on, you are my disciple, the Holy Son of the Blood Demon Sect."
Come and sit down.
The cannibalistic old demon in Zhang Xiaoyu's mind kept cursing and venting the hatred in her heart.
"That bastard, how dare he live such a glamorous life?"
"He took everything from me, and I will take it all back."
"You'd better grow up quickly and teach this beast a lesson soon."
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Zhang Xiaoyu walked up to the high platform and sat on the large chair next to the Blood Demon Ancestor, officially becoming the Blood Demon Holy Son, second only to the Blood Demon Sect.
Yun Mengwu, standing in the crowd, bit her lip as she looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, who was shining brightly on the stage, her feelings incredibly complicated.
If Zhang Xiaoyu doesn't die at her hands, her path in martial arts will be over.
She never expected that Zhang Xiaoyu would become the Blood Demon Saint.
How could the ordinary Zhang Xiaoyu have fought her way out of tens of thousands of martial artists? She just couldn't understand it.
She would rather Zhang Xiaoyu die in the Blood Demon Mountain.
Now that Zhang Xiaoyu has become the Blood Demon Saint, will he still be the same Zhang Xiaoyu who was obedient to her and allowed her to do whatever she wanted? Will he still go home tonight?