Chapter 630: 588 Return II
A Grandmaster from the White Ten Sect! Completely powerless before this individual, like an infant, having blood drawn at will!!
At this moment, both Mina and her companion abruptly stopped in their tracks as they were about to provide support.
Their faces were filled with horror, subconsciously tightening their grip on the weapons in their hands.
Their weapons and armor were meticulously crafted with specially mixed materials for robustness. But in this situation, witnessing Flote’s gruesome state with his blood entirely drained, they felt that the armor offered no protection at all.
An inexplicable chill and coldness crept into their hearts.
It wasn’t just them.
The knights from the White Ten Sect who came to support were mostly desperados. Witnessing this bizarre scene, they felt their scalp tingling, slowly retreating.
This scene was too reminiscent of the demonic images in their mythological tales!
Not just them, but even Gong Shuyin and Yan Shuang, watching from afar, found themselves questioning whether they were seeing an illusion.
But even after rubbing their eyes multiple times, they could still see the enormous blood serpent coiling around that Daoist, confirming that it was all real.
"What... what is that!?" Yan Shuang stammered.
"Without making a move? Can someone control a Grandmaster?!?"
That was a Grandmaster!! A top-notch expert, on the same level as her father! Yet, a Grandmaster who worships gods!!
Just by standing there, with a flick of the hand.
Fell!? Just like that?
Gong Shuyin didn’t answer; her mind was equally blank, incapable of reacting.
She recognized the identity of that Daoist.
It was none other than Zhang Rongfang, the leader of the Human Immortal Temple whom she had taught shelled scripts before.
As a top expert on the Red List, Zhang Rongfang indeed had Spirit General Level strength, which was well-known.
But even if he were a Spirit General, facing a Grandmaster without the Descent of the God, or one using the final stance as a Grandmaster who worships gods, how could he just stand still and stop them?
When she saw Zhang Rongfang appear, she speculated about the methods he might employ to either defeat or repel the enemy.
But...never did it cross her mind, it would be in such a manner...!?
"He... just what on earth...!?" Suddenly, an unimaginable, horrified speculation rose in Gong Shuyin’s heart. Could it be...?
"Master!! They’re the ones!! They killed so many of us!" Chang Yuqing’s sharp cry broke the silence at this moment.
The piercing sound also jolted everyone around from their shock.
Crack.
Zhang Rongfang casually twisted Flote’s neck, turning his head three hundred sixty degrees.
Then he looked up, facing the trembling people from the White Ten Sect on the other side.
"Where’s my goods?"
Goods!?
France immediately reacted. The Human Immortal Temple had two ships of medicinal living goods detained at Citong.
He was most likely referring to that.
He exchanged a quick glance with Mina.
Bang!
Both scattered simultaneously, sprinting to escape.
It was obvious the person in the distance couldn’t be contended with, staying would only mean death. It was better to return first, report to the higher-ups, and let stronger masters come to confront this!
Currently, with the army pressing in, and the sect elite amassed, just merely a Human Immortal Temple, no matter how strong, would be like a sandcastle on a beach, washed away and dissolved by the sea.
Zhang Rongfang glanced at the catastrophic scene around him with the Human Immortal Temple bloodline, a trace of grim cold flickered in his eyes.
"Trying to leave?"
Without a sound, his body etherealized, disappearing from where he stood.
Upon reappearing, he was in front of France and Mina.
"Go!" He flicked his finger, and the blood serpent coiling around him shot towards them.
Before they could dodge, the serpent shattered and exploded.
Splatter splatter splatter splatter!
A multitude of blood droplets rained down on them, landing on their heads and arms.
These blood droplets had been clandestinely replaced with Zhang Rongfang’s own blood during their previous phase.
Now landing on them, they instantly produced heavy corrosive smoke as the Spiritual Line and blood reacted violently.
As the blood serpent burst, France and Mina simultaneously tried to rush forward, breaking through the blood blockade.
But just as they started to move, a shadow of blood grazed past them.
Immediately following, both of their bodies trembled, blood uncontrollably spurting from their orifices, sending them flying backward.
"Worship God!!" Mina struggled, forcefully activating the Spiritual Line on herself.
Roar!!
An unseen divine force, instantly spread outward from her center.
This invisible power tore asunder something intangible, allowing them to regain normalcy, and regain control of their bodies, hastily distancing themselves.
Yet, despite that, they had about a quarter of the blood in their bodies extracted.
Standing still, they felt their vision darkening, body utterly feeble.
"As expected... still can’t withstand divine will..." Zhang Rongfang sighed softly, releasing the last White Ten Knight.
In the mere span of two seconds, behind him lay nothing but lifeless corpses of the White Ten Knights.
And on him, a dozen more blood serpents coiled.
These blood serpents were gradually being converted into his own blood, going through absorption, digestion, secretion, and seepage within his robe.
He realized this was the best way to reduce the Blood River activation time.
After all, the ability to manipulate blood has given him a lot of inspiration to a certain extent.
Many new techniques have also been integrated into the original twelve Immortal Techniques.
"Kill!!" At this moment, Mina’s eyes were completely silver, entering the Descent of the God state.
Her waist twisted, and she spun into the air, rapidly assassinating toward this direction.
But before she got within ten meters of Zhang Rongfang, a huge force suddenly pressed her down heavily, fixing her in place.
Bang!!
Mina fell to the ground, her entire body turning pale, her face twisted. A large amount of crimson gathered at her mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.
That was the blood likely to surge out at any moment!
Zhang Rongfang was forcibly manipulating the blood within her body!
After a standoff for two seconds.
The already weakened Mina finally let out a moan and collapsed to the ground.
New red bloodwater flew out of her facial features and merged into the blood python swirling around Zhang Rongfang.
Crack.
Zhang Rongfang stepped over and crushed the side of her head into a strange shape.
Then, there was only one person left.
France had already run a long distance away by now.
However, Zhang Rongfang had no intention of pursuing. Instead, he turned back to look at his disciples like Chang Yuqing.
Suddenly, his gaze paused on Ye Bai for a moment.
"Long time no see, Senior Ye Bai."
"...Yes." Ye Bai shivered, despite being on the same side; the sight of someone being drained of all their blood was still deeply imprinted in her mind.
So much so that seeing Zhang Rongfang made her involuntarily shudder.
If a Grandmaster could be drained of all his blood in an instant, what would happen to an ordinary person....
She couldn’t imagine how the once seemingly ordinary Golden Wing Pavilion genius had become such a terrifying figure.
Zhang Rongfang didn’t continue to speak, but instead, his gaze shifted to Sun Chaoyue.
"Take the body of Sen Daoist back to the Celestial Character Institute. Give his family a first-generation Essence Blood Taoist registration spot."
"Yes!" Sun Chaoyue hurriedly bowed in response.
"Master, where are you going?!" Suddenly, Chang Yuqing seemed to understand his intention. "Aren’t you going back with us?"
"I’m going to follow that person. Although the White Ten Sect is strong, it’s suspicious how easily Cituogang Port was breached."
Zhang Rongfang responded.
The Grand Sect Alliance had yet to dispatch any experts for reinforcements, and considering that he was attacked by the Divine General Auduna at headquarters.
He suspected that the rest of the support teams have likely been ambushed by various forces.
Otherwise, Cituogang Port wouldn’t have fallen without anyone noticing.
Having explained all this, Zhang Rongfang’s eyes scanned over the distant Yan Shuang and Gong Shuyin in the woods.
"Since you two have come from afar, why don’t you stay a bit longer and let me properly host you later?"
A restraining-like message accurately conveyed to the two women beside Gong Shuyin.
Separated by hundreds of meters of forest, the two could still hear the distant voice clearly, without it being a shout.
It made both of their hearts uneasy, and when they looked up again, Zhang Rongfang’s figure had already vanished.
"Should we go??" Yan Shuang, her fair face paling, looked at her mother.
"Why not? We have some connections with him, and overall, the relationship is good. Now that the Sensing Sect is in disarray, if we can ally with the Human Immortal Temple..." Gong Shuyin’s beautiful eyes flickered with thought.
"You want to leave a retreat for Father?" Yan Shuang instantly understood.
"Zhang Rongfang, in just a few years, has grown to such a terrifying level. If he can become a god with this current strength, he might be the next Jin Yuyan." Gong Shuyin calmly stated.
"Back then, we didn’t understand and missed the opportunity. If we miss it again this time, it would be foolish of us!"
She then glanced at her daughter.
"From now on, it depends on you. You’ve kept your innocence for so many years, and with your cultivation technique, if you can select such a person..."
Yan Shuang’s eyes widened, instantly comprehending her mother’s intention.
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Cituogang Port, city entry checkpoint.
France, disheveled, fled all the way back from outside the city.
As he dashed past the checkpoint and vaulted over the roadblocks, he didn’t look back and shot into the city. The surrounding White Ten Sect Holy War Warriors didn’t even have time to react, only seeing a shadow flash by.
Soon, the blood-soaked France slowed down, and with the guidance of a messenger, immediately found the Holy Cross Star Legion’s commander Leimo and his group, overseeing the collection of goods.
Accompanying them was the Red Archbishop Canses Moore.
This time, the White Ten Sect’s vanguard army deployed nine members of the Holy Cross Star Legion and one Red Archbishop.
Red Archbishop Canses holds the highest rank in the White Ten Sect’s church, second only to the Inquisition and the Pope.
At this moment, the group was riding horses, leisurely inspecting and inventorying a warehouse of antique porcelain.
France’s frantic approach, with an aura of terror and panic, caused the commander and Canses to look displeased.
"No matter the situation, you should never lose your demeanor and composure. Panic only brings confusion, my dear disciple." Commander Leimo said in a low voice.
Bang!
France, drenched in blood, stopped in front of them and knelt on one knee.
"Teacher!! We led a team to pursue the Human Immortal Temple’s group but were brutally ambushed by their reinforcements! Mina, Flote, were killed on the spot! None of the others survived!!"
"What!?" Both men changed their expressions simultaneously.
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