Chapter 77 - Reaping Benefits from the Side
Rumble!
Sir Blood Shirt and the Amethyst Horned Lion clashed fiercely in the valley.
The Blood Shadow Divine Whip, looking like a blood-colored venomous dragon, roared through the air as it attacked the Amethyst Horned Lion, creating a cacophony of violent winds.
The Amethyst Horned Lion was engulfed in purple flames, which clashed unceasingly with the Blood Shadow Divine Whip, resulting in a lengthy rumble.
Sir Blood Shirt was a Qi Grandmaster on the verge of advancing to the Yuanfu realm. However, the Amethyst Horned Lion wasn’t a weakling either. The tier-one, ninth-level beast possessed formidable purple flames that could faintly restrain Sir Blood Shirt's whip.
The man and beast fought on equal footing for a while.
A battle between two Qi Grandmasters is indeed terrifying! Chen Fan thought, spying on the battle from a tree while concealing his aura.
Sun Wenshan was not on the same level as Sir Blood Shirt and the Amethyst Horned Lion.
Despite being Qi Grandmasters, there were clear disparities in their power, with Sir Blood Shirt undoubtedly being at the top level.
“Sir Blood Shirt draws strength from human blood and practices a demonic cultivation technique. The Amethyst Horned Lion's flames have extreme yang properties, making them a natural enemy of demonic primeval qi as it has yin properties. Thanks to that, the lion could bring this fight to a draw, even if it is a bit weaker than Sir Blood Shirt.”
“Hehe, fight even harder. It would be perfect if both of you end up seriously hurt. Then I can reap all the rewards without lifting a finger.” Chen Fan smiled coldly in his heart.
Sir Blood Shirt had a retinue of followers and practiced an extraordinary cultivation technique, albeit a demonic one beyond the reach of martial clans like the Lin Clan. [1]
Chen Fan deduced that Sir Blood Shirt's identity wasn’t simple, and he likely carried great treasures.
He planned to wait until Sir Blood Shirt and the Amethyst Horned Lion were weakened before swooping in to claim all the spoils. Not only could he obtain the treasures on Sir Blood Shirt, but he could even sell the Amethyst Horned Lion’s corpse for a good price.
It was like hitting two birds with one stone.
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Meanwhile, Sir Blood Shirt felt so frustrated that he could vomit blood.
Never in his harshest nightmares had he ever imagined that a seventh-level practitioner, whom he had seen as nothing more than his next meal and an ant he could easily crush, would bring him such pain.
His peace and quiet were gone as Chen Fan kept ambushing him and killing his subordinates. He could no longer even concentrate on advancing to the next realm.
Now, he found himself dealing with the relentless attacks of the Amethyst Horned Lion, all thanks to Chen Fan's machinations. Why didn’t he go ahead and pour a pot of feces on his head while he was at it?
And that wasn't even the worst of it.
He was stronger than the Amethyst Horned Lion. Even if his demonic primeval qi was restrained by its purple flames, he could slay the Amethyst Horned Lion.
However, he was acutely aware that Chen Fan was likely nearby, waiting for the perfect moment to take advantage of their weakened state.
With this in mind, he held back from using his full strength against the Amethyst Horned Lion. Seething with anger, he wanted to tear Chen Fan into pieces.
Sir Blood Shirt dared not use his full strength, but the Amethyst Horned Lion had gone completely mad.
It relentlessly attacked Sir Blood Shirt, seeking revenge for the death of its offspring.
Balls of flame shot out from the tip of its horn, engulfing the surroundings in a sea of fire.
The rocks and dirt on the ground melted from the extreme heat, charring the surrounding trees.
Over time, the Amethyst Horned Lion gained the upper hand, suppressing Sir Blood Shirt.
Meanwhile, Sir Blood Shirt's three subordinates dared not intervene, aware that even the slightest ripple from a battle between Qi Grandmasters could cause severe injuries to eighth-level experts.
“Damn it, what are you three waiting for?! Kill this beast together with me!”
Sir Blood Shirt’s expression was hideous.
He hadn’t been using all his strength, fearing Chen Fan's interference. Consequently, the Amethyst Horned Lion took advantage of his restraint, ruthlessly suppressing and nearly tearing him apart several times.
Hearing Sir Blood Shirt’s furious shout, the three reluctantly stepped forward, hoping to restrain the Amethyst Horned Lion and create an opening for Sir Blood Shirt.
However, with just a single move, the Amethyst Horned Lion killed two of them and dealt heavy injuries to the third.
Sir Blood Shirt seized the opportunity and lashed his Blood Shadow Divine Whip on the Amethyst Horned Lion, suppressing its purple flames.
A bloody gash appeared on the lion. The Blood Shadow Divine Whip had ripped its flesh and blood, and the sinister demonic primeval qi seeped into the lion and started wreaking havoc from within.
“Roar!”
The Amethyst Horned Lion roared furiously and launched even more frenzied attacks without regard for its own life, inflicting deep wounds that exposed Sir Blood Shirt’s bones.
“Damn it, you stupid beast! If you want to die, I shall grant your wish!”
Sir Blood Shirt was thoroughly enraged.
If this continued, he wouldn’t even be alive to worry about Chen Fan, as the lion would have killed him first.
“They’re about to fight to the death!”
Chen Fan observed from his concealed vantage point, his eyes narrowing.
Primeval qi, resembling fresh blood, arose from Sir Blood Shirt. The primeval qi was so condensed that it looked like a liquid; it would be more apt to call it primeval force. To advance to the Yuanfu Realm, Qi Grandmasters first had to gather vast amounts of primeval qi from the heavens and earth to form their primeval vessel. Next, they had to compress the primeval qi to the extreme, refining it into primeval force. [2]
Sir Blood Shirt was already at a peak-stage Qi Grandmaster and had been trying to advance to the Yuanfu realm in this valley. So, some of his primeval qi had already transformed into primeval force.
A blood saber materialized above Sir Blood Shirt's head and swiftly descended toward the Amethyst Horned Lion.
The Amethyst Horned Lion naturally sensed the danger; it realized that its opponent was finally going all out.
A wisp of white flame rose from its horn, causing the temperature in the area to soar.
Rumble!
A thunderous explosion followed, giving rise to a mushroom cloud that engulfed the valley, turning the surroundings into a blazing inferno. The fire melted the limestone and even the trees in the area.
The massive tree Chen Fan had been hiding on also felt the impact of the flames, forcing him to leap to another large tree.
It took a long time for the fire to die down. It reduced the entire area to a desolate mess.
The ground was scorched, and the Amethyst Horned Lion had been split in half by Sir Blood Shirt's blood saber.
However, Sir Blood Shirt didn’t look much better. He looked like a piece of charcoal, his armor riddled with holes, and he struggled to breathe.
Although he wasn’t dead, he was barely hanging on to life. It wouldn’t take long for him to breathe his last.
Swoosh!
Chen Fan jumped down from the huge tree and walked over with a faint smile.
Both sides suffered grave injuries—exactly the outcome he had been aiming for.
“Damn it, curse you, little bastard. Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you off!!” Resentment flashed in Sir Blood Shirt’s eyes when he saw Chen Fan sauntering over.
He was the Sir Blood Shirt. He never expected to meet with such an end.
“You still want to become a ghost?”
Chen Fan laughed coldly. A cold light flashed in his eyes as he said, “No such chance for you. You practice demonic cultivation techniques and kill the innocent. How many people have died at your hands? The resentment in the valley is so heavy it can pierce the heavens. The dead won’t let you off. It’s impossible for you to even become a ghost!”
“Die!”
However, Sir Blood Shirt suddenly made his final move in defiance. He opened his mouth and spat out fresh blood. It transformed into a blood arrow, aiming for Chen Fan’s forehead.
1. Referring to the clan Lin Ba, the rich guy at the auction, belongs to. ?
2. Yuanfu is translated as primeval vessel, a vessel for primeval qi/force. I thought I should distinguish the primeval vessel they form in their body and the cultivation realm, or it might become confusing. ?
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