The Dripping Blood Devil Son's expression was particularly stiff. He did not expect the woman in the blood-red dress to be so cold. They were both immortal cultivators who practiced the Heavenly Path of Blood, and he was a famous figure in all the realms. Patriarch Xuan was the legendary Celestial Blood Ancestor. Identity, status, fame, appearance … which of them was he not the best?
Countless women in all the realms were screaming for him, crying and begging to marry him.
Among the immortal cultivators, many had a strange expression. Looking at the stiff expression of the Dripping Blood Devil Son, they wanted to laugh but did not dare to.
Actually, all the immortal cultivators here knew that the woman's charm had a fatal attraction to the Dripping Blood Devil Son. Let alone the Dripping Blood Devil Son, which man here did not want to get that exceptional beauty? It was just that those who were not strong enough did not dare to express it easily.
The Scorpio Prince's expression was particularly ugly. He had not expected that Gu Jingman was actually a Heavenly Path Inheritor, and her cultivation was actually so terrifying.
Could it be that she had been hiding her cultivation all this while?
Yan Shu's expression was ashen, and his face was full of lingering fear. He looked at the Scorpio Prince with a gaze full of resentment and hatred. You are f * cking pushing me into a pit of fire.
Two Heavenly Path Inheritors! Regardless of their cultivation or background, they were most likely not people he could provoke. He had actually foolishly become a tool for the Scorpio Prince. Not only did he not get any benefits, but he had also offended such two terrifying people.
"Lady, I have no ill intentions."
The Dripping Blood Devil Son's stiff face tried hard to squeeze a smile. He felt that he had never been so conflicted before. If other women had dared to treat him like this, he would have given them a slap.
But in front of Gu Jingman, no matter how much strength he had, he could not use it.
Gu Jingman did not even look at the Dripping Blood Devil Son. She stood in front of Mo Wen with a serious expression.
At this moment, the Dripping Blood Devil Son also saw some signs. Gu Jingman obviously did not stand up for Yun Xiaoman, but for Mo Wen.
In an instant, his expression was extremely gloomy. Could it be! There was something between this lady and Mo Wen! Suddenly, a nameless anger spread wildly in his heart. Jealousy burned in his heart, and he could not wait to tear Mo Wen into pieces and burn his bones to ashes.
"Mo Wen, you are seeking death!"
The Blood Dripping Devil Son let out a loud roar. A terrifying Crimson Qi spread wildly, pouncing towards Mo Wen aggressively.
"You're the one courting death!"
Gu Jingman was furious. With a flash, she appeared before Blood Drop Devil. She brought her palms together, and with a flash of blood-red light, a blood-red sword suddenly flew out. As soon as the blood-red sword appeared, it gave off a terrifyingly sharp sword Qi. The world shook, and space itself seemed to be torn apart by the sword Qi.
That blood-red longsword was incomparably terrifying. Gu Jingman held the sword with her bare hands and struck the void.
A blood-red ripple immediately spread out.
Rumble!
The Sword Qi clashed with the bloody light around Blood Drop Devil Son.
The next moment.
Blood Drop Devil's body flew backward, crashing all the way out of the hall before stopping. His clothes were already dyed red with blood, and a terrifying sword wound extended from his upper body to his lower body.
The Sword Qi crisscrossed, and wherever it passed, black scars would appear in the void. The scars would not heal even after a long time.
"What a terrifying sword!"
"What exactly is that blood sword?!"
"Blood Drop Devil Son was actually blown away."
…
The surrounding immortal cultivators all gasped and looked at Gu Jingman in shock. That sword was too terrifying. Perhaps more than 90% of the people here would not be able to withstand that sword, and they might even be killed directly.
Even Jian Qiu, the successor of Sword Principle, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked solemnly at the simple longsword in Gu Jingman's hand. He could naturally see that it was not because Gu Jingman's cultivation was so strong that she could crush Blood Drop Devil Son, but because the longsword in her hand was not simple.
As soon as that sword appeared, the Sword Heart in his body kept roaring. As a sword cultivator, he knew very well what that meant.
"Are you willing to kill me in order to protect him?"
Blood Drop Devil Son was furious. He stared at Gu Jingman angrily. Just now, if he had not reacted quickly enough, he was afraid that the sword would have seriously injured him. He had always thought that Gu Jingman and he were a match made in heaven. They were born to be a match made in heaven, and Gu Jingman should have protected him.
But right now, she was actually treating him like this for another man. He felt that he was about to go crazy!
"I will kill anyone who dares to take a step into the lightning ring."
Gu Jingman did not even look at Blood Drop Devil Son. Her crimson jade-like eyes swept coldly across all the immortal cultivators present. Her face was a little pale. Clearly, she had also been affected by the sword just now. It had not been easy for her.
However, she still stood in front of Mo Wen and looked at the crowd with a cold expression.
In the great hall, all the immortal cultivators frowned slightly. Two Heavenly Path immortal cultivators were blocking their way. It was indeed a little troublesome. Unless all the immortal cultivators here swarmed them, it would be impossible to get rid of them in a short period of time.
There were still experts in the great hall, but they did not have much of an advantage. If they continued to fight one-on-one, who knew how long it would take to get rid of them?
Unless the successor of Sword Principle attacked, it would be possible to defeat the two of them in a short period of time.
For a moment, all the immortal cultivators looked at Jian Qiu. Everyone here knew that the strongest person in the great hall was this successor of Sword Principle.
Suddenly, the misty white light behind Mo Wen and Gu Jingman trembled slightly. It seemed that something had changed.
Although the change was slight, everyone present was an immortal cultivator. Their observation skills were meticulous and they noticed it immediately.
"Oh no, Yun Xiaoman is about to wake up!"
"No! We cannot let Yun Xiaoman wake up. Hurry! Kill her before she completely wakes up. "
…
All the immortal cultivators cried out one after another. They looked anxiously at the white mass of light. In the mass of light, Yun Xiaoman's exquisite features trembled slightly. Her long eyelashes trembled continuously. There was a struggling expression on her small face. She seemed to be trying to force herself to wake up. Perhaps she had already sensed the changes in the outside world.
This scene caused the expressions of all the immortal cultivators in the great hall to change drastically. Yun Xiaoman was a ruthless person. Her cultivation was unfathomable and she had a large number of mysterious treasures on her. If she woke up, most likely no one here would be able to stop her.
If she was bent on escaping, even the successor of Sword Principle would most likely not be able to stop her.
All the immortal cultivators here knew this very well. Hence, they absolutely had to get rid of Yun Xiaoman before she woke up.
Many impatient immortal cultivators gathered around, as though they were going to swarm her. At this time, no one cared about pride.
"All of you, stand down."
A cold voice rang out as a slender silhouette walked out. That person was dressed in white and had an ancient sword strapped to his back. His countenance was calm and his eyes were cold. His eyebrows were like swords, giving off an incomparably sharp feeling.
The successor of Sword Principle, Jian Qiu, had finally stepped forward!
(To be continued.)
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