Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

A black net descended from the sky, like a stream of black light, trailing a long gray-black phantom, swooping towards Yue Dewen, Ounan, and the others below.

As the black net drew closer, only a few meters away, almost within reach.

In an instant.

A streak of blood light suddenly flashed across.

This light seemed like a flame suddenly igniting in the darkness, or like the first ray of dawn breaking through the night sky.

The blood-red light, in the fleeting moment when no one reacted, emerged from the center of the huge black net.

With a tearing sound.

The black net was suspended in mid-air, split in two.

The separated halves seemed to be invaded by some new kind of corruption, disintegrating into red mist and dissipating in just a few moments.

Hong Xu hovered high above, staring intently below with a grave expression.

"I know who you are now..." He finally remembered the profiles of key personnel in the Blood Alliance that he needed to watch out for.

And the person in front of him was one of them.

"You are Meng Qian... the Grandmaster of the Blood Rainbow Pavilion, one of the Three Immortals of Yuan City..."

Immortal, a concept extremely unfamiliar to everyone.

Zhang Rongfang, as the Daoist Ancestor, established the Ascension Platform and the hierarchy of immortals.

But just how powerful an immortal truly was, and why they were distinguished from others.

No one truly understood.

One could only discern slight differences from the assessment checkpoints.

For example, the cultivation of the Blood Lotus, or whether one reached the Extreme Realm, or if one was at the peak of a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

But what happened when all these combined, and then fused with the strongest Duke-level bloodline?

No one knew....

And now....

The massive blood-red sword grasped by Meng Qian began to wriggle, emanating a red glow.

He had just separated the black net without really taking action; no one knew how he cut it apart.

But now, he was clearly about to truly make a move.

"As it happens, there are quite a few people searching for targets here. Encountering me counts as your good fortune."

He smiled.

"At least... you can die without pain."

Hiss....

He slowly drew his sword, pulling out the wide, continuously twisting blade.

"You arrogant fool!" Hong Xu sensed a trace of danger, but with the order of the Evil Kings upon him, if he retreated now, he would be dead for sure upon returning.

Thus, he could not retreat!

Now that the Three Kings were present, there was bound to be a battle with Yuan City. Even if they had to withdraw, now was not the time.

With a thought, the purple crystals rapidly enveloped his entire body, becoming thicker and heavier.

Thin gun barrels rapidly extended from his back, aimed downward. A thick purple crystal tail emerged from behind, igniting with purple flames, looking incredibly menacing.

This was his ultimate form, the complete demon form belonging to the demon.

"Ten Dragon Cannon!"

Hong Xu abruptly opened his mouth, and a purple light column burst forth.

Not only that, simultaneously, all the barrels on his body fired purple beams.

Hundreds of densely packed beams surrounded the light column from his mouth, forming a massive purple light that shot violently towards Meng Qian.

The air was pierced, and the blood carpet on the ground rapidly crystallized into purple, the blinding light was so dazzling that no one could open their eyes.

"Ninth of Mountains and Rivers." Meng Qian's giant sword slanted towards the ground. His entire body ignited with blood-red flames.

"Qiongqi!!"

Countless blood-red flames surged forward, merging into a massive blood-red beast over ten meters tall.

The beast had horns, its body covered in spiky, black-red fur, with wings on its back, eyes like black whirlpools, its speed incredibly fast.

The beast appeared, its wings spread wide, easily blocking the incoming purple light column.

Ripples of energy continually spread from its wings, yet they could not breach the seemingly fragile wings.

"Go, devour it." Meng Qian, standing behind it, sheathed his sword softly.

He had devised the sword path of Mountains and Rivers, the nine great sword stances each containing entirely different terrifying power.

Originally, these sword stances were merely spiritual attacks manifested in form, but after obtaining the fusion of Zhang Rongfang's Duke-level bloodline, and frantically exploiting the bloodline's potential, he finally could enact the nine great sword stances truly with blood.

Qiongqi spat out red blood flames, let out a low roar, and suddenly, without a sound, turned into a phantom shadow and vanished.

"Where is it!?!" Hong Xu's heart skipped a beat, rapidly scanning around.

But there was no sight of it anywhere.

Suddenly, he raised his head sharply.

Above, a blood-red giant mouth several meters wide was fiercely descending.

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Above Celestial Lotus Palace.

"Between us, it's merely a small misunderstanding. Capturing the bloodline bearers, weakening the Secret Keeper's resistance, is a task we must complete. It's a necessary step to unlocking the passage seal; the Blood Alliance should cooperate accordingly."

Ophelia, among the Three Evil Kings, had a relatively gentle disposition.

Or rather, compared to the rigidly cold Ming, and the reticent Ladi Lan, she was perhaps the most normal, and easiest to communicate with.

They had come together not to fight Zhang Rongfang truly, but to stabilize the situation through pressure and complete the capture task.

After all, if Hong Xu came alone, the Blood Alliance would probably really devour him.

Thus, to ensure safety, they unanimously agreed to come together, jointly opposing the Blood King, the Daoist Ancestor.

No one knew just how strong Zhang Rongfang was now, so no amount of caution was too much.

Zhang Rongfang floated in the middle, seemingly completely unconcerned about being surrounded.

"I understand your difficulties, but rules are rules. Everyone who is in trouble has their reasons. Should I give everyone a pass?"

He looked into the direction where Meng Qian and Hong Xu were fighting.

"Moreover, I have already given you a chance..."

"It seems you are determined to make a move?" Ophelia's voice also became low, a hint of coldness in her words.

"It's not that I want to make a move, it's that you... have pushed me too far."

Zhang Rongfang's body suddenly disappeared from the spot.

He reappeared already beside Ophelia.

One palm strike.

Boom!!!

A massive explosion sounded like thunder as Ophelia's back skin burst open.

Her whole body scattered white fragments like raindrops, with a shallow palm print appearing on her back.

But instead of advancing, she retreated, with two small daggers appearing in her hands, stabbing backward.

At a terrifying speed, they turned into two balls of light and shadow, one red and one white, engaging in a frenzied duel at a rate of a thousand moves per second.

The rapid collision sounds and their whirling noise were like some strange trembling screech, sharp and piercing.

In just two seconds.

Ophelia let out a muffled groan and was blown away.

Her body rolled dozens of times, suspended in the air and stopped, raising her hand to see, she was shocked to find that her arms were gradually appearing with spots of blood...

"Pollution...!!!?" She stared uncertainly at the Blood King who was fighting in the distance with Ladi Lan and Ning.

As an Evil King, she had always contaminated and radiated others, but now, she was surprisingly being corroded and polluted by another force.

She didn't dare to hesitate, immediately purging the pollution, rushing forward at full speed, trying to cooperate with the other two to besiege Zhang Rongfang.

Ning's body continuously transformed into flying insects, gathering and dispersing, trying to chew Zhang Rongfang's body with countless bugs.

But as soon as his insects approached, they were enveloped by countless blood mist, losing their direction, and even slowly being polluted, corroded, and assimilated.

An ordinarily invincible and even demon-avoiding powerful black rhino bug, resembling flying ants in appearance, could freely transform into any kind of insect.

But at this moment, they couldn't get close to the opponent at all.

Ning's repeated attempts to pounce were all confused and lost direction by the blood mist, and he lost many insects.

Suddenly, his heart burned with anger.

"Infinite State!"

He suddenly shouted fiercely.

Upon hearing this, the other two's faces changed slightly, quickly withdrawing to a distance. They knew this was a warning.

Only Zhang Rongfang remained in place, turning to look in Ning's direction.

"Poison River."

Ning's body rapidly melted, and all the poisonous insects composing his body began to dissolve rapidly, turning into smaller micro particles.

If someone could observe carefully with a microscope, they would find that these particles were decomposing into even smaller particles.

Until they became extremely tiny particles similar to the size of a virus.

In the blink of an eye, a long river, resembling a purplish-black ribbon, appeared in mid-air.

The river, several hundred meters long and more than ten meters wide, erupted as soon as it formed.

Whoosh...!!

Numerous black winds blew towards Zhang Rongfang.

It was a pathogenic wind containing the most virulent viruses and bacteria Ning commanded.

Many viruses targeting the Bloodline were also included within.

If Zhang Rongfang didn't withstand it, then this pathogenic wind would disperse throughout Yuan City, completely destroying all the Bloodline in Yuan City.

The black wind swiftly blew towards Zhang Rongfang.

As Ning anticipated, he didn't move.

But.... not moving didn't mean he had no response.

He opened his mouth, and a white mist similarly blew out.

Whoosh... countless white mist passed by, with snowflakes condensing in the air and slowly falling.

Centered on Zhang Rongfang, a 120-degree fan shape in front was completely covered by the white mist.

The black and white clashed instantly.

Without exception, the black gas was rapidly covered with a layer of frost, and the tendency to spread and fly was halted.

But soon, the black gas squirmed and began to revive.

"Generate anti-cold resistance?" Zhang Rongfang became interested.

Ning's evolutionary adaptability indeed lived up to being the Spirit Eye Race's greatest masterpiece.

Just with such brief contact, it rapidly evolved cold-resistance.

Looking at the rapidly approaching virus-filled black gas again, he intended to test whose adaptability and evolutionary power was stronger.

Without further words, he raised his hand, pointing towards the black gas.

One of his fingers exploded on its own, turning into countless blood mist, merging into the white mist, to confront the black gas together.

The white mist was dyed blood-red, becoming blood mist.

The blood mist and the black gas were like two giant heavenly curtains, squeezing and grinding against each other.

At the black and red boundary, both Ning's body tissue and Zhang Rongfang's body tissue rapidly evolved specific species traits against each other.

Every second, countless black smoke and blood mist were restrained and couldn't evolve quickly enough, being devoured by the opponent as nourishment.

This was a comprehensive evolutionary confrontation.

A battle style that ordinary strong people couldn't even comprehend.

Ning's entire body merged into the black gas.

Yet Zhang Rongfang remained suspended in place, having only detonated a small finger as the participating body part in the battle.

If it were a one-on-one battle, he might have quietly controlled the fight, awaiting the outcome.

Unfortunately, this was not one-on-one, but one against three!

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