"Impossible!"
"This is impossible!"
"You clearly died at the hands of the Demon Emperor."
"You were already reduced to dust, how can you still be alive?"
The wronged spirit shrieked in terror.
He never dreamed he would see Chen Nan again.
A trace of disdain flickered across Chen Nan's lips. "Are my methods something you ants can comprehend?"
As he spoke,
he yanked hard on the chain in his hand.
*Pffft!*
The wronged spirit's head flew through the air.
The headless corpse gushed blood.
Although he was a Level Two Demon Emperor,
killing him was still easy for Chen Nan.
Especially when using the power of law.
Even a Level Three Demon Emperor could be fought.
"Quickly return to Mang Mountain and tell the Demon Emperor that this person is alive," the wronged spirit roared in fury.
Even though his head was gone,
his soul had not yet perished.
The others also saw Chen Nan.
They were immediately struck with an icy dread.
For they had all witnessed Chen Nan being pulverized by Gu Jin.
A knowing smile played on Chen Nan's lips. "Want to leave?"
"Did you ask my permission?"
He formed seals with both hands,
and dark red talismans shot into the sky.
In an instant,
a formation crafted from the blood of demons was laid out across Pingwang Mountain Range.
Trapping everyone within.
Crimson light enveloped the land,
exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.
Chen Nan looked at the formation with satisfaction and named it: "This formation shall be called the Blood Demon Array."
"A mere formation trying to trap us?"
A Level One Demon Emperor unleashed a palm strike.
Destructive and overwhelming,
with a terrifying momentum.
When his palm wind struck the formation,
it vanished without a trace.
Eerily strange.
It made him frown, a sense of foreboding washing over him.
Before he could react,
a sharp palm wind shot out from the formation.
It struck him squarely in the chest,
sending him flying thousands of kilometers.
"I figured, a Level Seven formation, while not the strongest,"
"is more than enough to trap you all."
Chen Nan's voice was calm,
but to the demon powerhouses, it sounded like a thunderclap.
What did demons fear the most?
Naturally, formation masters.
It was because of formation masters that they were eternally trapped in the Demon Realm.
Of course,
they hated formation masters the most.
But,
they never expected Chen Nan to deploy a Level Seven formation with such ease.
"You may all die now."
Chen Nan's eyes narrowed.
The formation was pushed to its limits.
Terrifying sword energy rained down like a dense downpour upon the strong cultivators brought by the wronged spirit.
Even with their extraordinary strength,
they could not withstand the power of a Level Seven formation.
The sky was stained with blood.
Mountains of corpses rose.
Blood flowed into the valley below, forming lakes.
Bai Jie stared at Chen Nan, her eyes vacant.
Ten thousand demon powerhouses slain with a flick of his wrist.
How could this man's power be so terrifying?
Even Emperor Cong Zun in his youth did not possess such methods.
Moreover,
how could a human appear in the Demon Realm?
And,
why was he so handsome?
In an instant,
ten thousand powerhouses perished.
The residents of Pingwang Mountain also suffered heavy casualties.
Less than one in ten survived.
Chen Nan did not shield the formation.
He landed on the blood lake below.
He sat cross-legged,
and began to cultivate the Blood Demon Great Technique, created by Emperor Cong Zun.
"Behave!"
"Can you just behave?"
"My heart is weak, I can't take this!"
Qing Long's screams made Chen Nan's soul dizzy.
Qing Long considered himself a seasoned observer of grand events.
After all, he was one of the Four Divine Beasts of the Immortal Realm.
But now,
he was afraid!
Truly afraid!
"The cultivation requirements of the Blood Demon Great Technique are simple."
"Absorb the blood and demonic energy of ten thousand demon powerhouses."
"But how much blood and demonic energy of demon powerhouses is here?"
"There must be over ten million, right?"
"If you simultaneously absorb the blood and demonic energy of ten million demon powerhouses, aren't you afraid of becoming a demon yourself?"
"I'll call you Ancestor, alright?"
"Can we just calm down a bit?"
"I don't want to suffer a double death!" Qing Long's voice was tinged with a hint of tears.
What a disaster!
Why did I ever pledge allegiance to this guy?
Living with him, I'm constantly on edge.
"It's not a big problem."
Chen Nan replied simply.
Then, he silently recited the Blood Demon Great Technique.
Instantly,
the once thick,
and foul-smelling blood lake churned with monstrous waves,
as if a blood dragon was rolling and roaring within.
Overwhelming blood energy transformed into a giant dragon,
and surging demonic energy formed a black dragon.
Under Bai Jie's astonished gaze, they both poured into Chen Nan's body.
She felt a chill run down her spine.
Thick goosebumps rose on her arms.
She was a fan of Emperor Cong Zun.
Naturally, she knew that Emperor Cong Zun's self-created Blood Demon Great Technique could absorb both blood and demonic energy simultaneously.
"Who exactly is he?"
"Why does he possess Emperor Cong Zun's Blood Demon Great Technique?"
"Could he be Emperor Cong Zun's successor?"
Bai Jie's eyes welled up with tears.
Her once dark life,
now saw a glimmer of hope.
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"So painful, so painful!"
As the blood and demonic energy entered his body simultaneously,
Chen Nan's soul screamed.
He felt as if his body were a shredded leaf.
Intense pain swept through his entire being,
stimulating his soul.
He gritted his teeth, a metallic taste filling his mouth.
"Of course, it's painful."
"Even if you possess the Primordial Sacred Body,"
"and your body is comparable to a top-tier immortal artifact,"
"how can ordinary people withstand the blood and demonic energy of ten million demon powerhouses?"
Chen Nan's face contorted with pain.
He felt his body on the verge of splitting.
Veins bulged on his forehead.
As time passed,
the blue veins gradually turned black,
then red.
The blood and demonic energy of ten million demon powerhouses wreaked havoc within him.
Anyone else would have certainly been unable to bear so much blood and demonic energy from demon powerhouses.
But Chen Nan was different.
He possessed the strongest physique in existence.
Even though it was excruciatingly painful,
it was still within his capacity to endure.
However,
he had underestimated the impact of the blood and demonic energy of tens of millions of people on him.
The physical pain he could endure.
But,
the blood and demonic energy were trying to erode his soul.
He felt as if countless steel needles were piercing his mind simultaneously.
He also felt as if someone were prying open his skull with a hammer.
That kind of pain,
he had never experienced before.
Painful to the point of suffocation.
Painful to the point of despair.
But he remained unmoved, enduring the influence of the blood and demonic energy on his soul.
Because he knew,
once the blood and demonic energy corrupted his soul,
he would directly become a demon.
At this moment,
he thought of many things.
By thinking of his parents, his younger sister, his daughter, and his many confidantes, he tried to distract himself,
to alleviate this pain.
But he found...
it was utterly useless.
He transmitted a message to Qing Long: "Brother Long, how about I hand over the stage to you? Can you bear this blood and demonic energy for me?"
Qing Long's mournful voice slowly sounded: "Do I have any other choice now?"