"So what if you are a member of the Ming Temple? Seventy years ago, an elder of the Ming Temple who had the talent to become a Martial Arts Grandmaster died at my hands."
Tan Qiyue looked at Bu Xingyi coldly. He said expressionlessly, "I have interacted with the Ming Temple's Temple Leader a few times. If he had broken through to the third realm of the Martial Arts Grandmaster realm, perhaps I would be wary of him. However, he is only in the second realm. At most, he is stronger than me. Even if he is here, what I said just now is still valid."
When Bu Xingyi heard this, he was shocked. He had not expected that Tan Qiyue would even have contact with the Ming Temple's Lord Temple Leader. Suddenly, he thought of something and his eyes widened. "You had something to do with Great Elder Qiao Tiao's death seventy years ago?"
Seventy years ago, an elder with outstanding talent had indeed died in the Ming Temple. That elder had been the number one elder in the Ming Temple at that time. His status was second only to the Sect Grand Elder. At that time, he was merely an elder of the Ming Temple and had to address Qiao Piao as Eldest Senior Brother. If Qiao Tiao had not died, he would probably be a Martial Arts Grandmaster now.
He hadn't expected that Great Elder Qiao Tiao would actually die in the hands of this mysterious person.
Tan Qiyue withdrew his gaze and ignored Bu Xingyi. However, Bu Xingyi felt a chill rise in his heart. It was said that a Supreme Elder had been present when Qiao Tiao died. However, he had failed to save Qiao Tiao and had instead returned injured.
Nangong Mingzhu and Chu Yuan both looked at Tan Qiyue in surprise. This old man was a rare second realm Martial Arts Grandmaster. Even they would find it difficult to deal with such an exceptional ancient martial art practitioner.
In fact, the combat power of a martial artist was not necessarily lower than that of an immortal cultivator. Most of the time, the combat power of a martial artist was even stronger. However, the path of martial arts was far more difficult than the path of immortal cultivation. If an Immortal Cultivator cultivated diligently, had decent talent, and had some fortuitous encounters, the probability of him breaking through to the Primordial Soul realm was 10%.
In other words, out of ten Immortal Cultivators with decent talent and fated chances, one would be able to break through to the Primordial Divinity realm.
As for ancient martial art practitioners, out of a hundred Martial Arts Grandmasters, it would be difficult for even one to embark on the path of becoming an immortal.
The path of a warrior was far more difficult than that of an Immortal Cultivator. On the path of pursuing the Heavenly Dao, there were far more trials and tribulations than ordinary Immortal Cultivators.
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"The second stage of the hidden mission is about to begin. Seven human warriors, please prepare yourselves." The Tower Spirit's voice rang out from the void.
After a short while, seven rays of light suddenly descended from the sky and enveloped the seven of them.
The next moment, the space changed. Mo Wen discovered that he had appeared in a valley. This valley was very strange. It seemed to be suspended in the void. There was no environment around it. It was like a floating island in the void.
Roar! Roar!
In this valley, there were ten rather terrifying auras. Each of them was like a primordial beast, their demonic auras soaring into the sky.
Ten huge monstrous beasts surrounded Mo Wen. The aura of each of them was no lower than the pinnacle of the seventh rank. Moreover, they were not ordinary peak seventh-order monsters, but rare monsters with innate talents. Each of them was a mutant with innate skills.
Demonic beasts with this kind of talent were called Demonic Beast Lords.
Ordinary Peak Rank Seven Demonic Beasts were not qualified to be called Demonic Beast Lord. Only this kind of talented Peak Rank Seven Demonic Beast could be called Demonic Beast Lord. One such Demonic Beast Lord could be compared to three Peak Rank Seven Demonic Beasts.
A message appeared in Mo Wen's mind. Within the allotted time, kill these ten Demonic Beast Lords and complete the mission.
In the entire mission, all seven of them had to kill ten Demonic Beast Lords within the allotted time. If even one of them failed to do so, the entire mission would fail. The time limit was fifteen minutes. Within fifteen minutes, they had to completely kill all the monstrous beasts.
Mo Wen furrowed his brows slightly. With his current ability, killing ten Demonic Beast Lords was not a difficult task. However, he also knew how powerful the Demonic Beast Lords were. Previously, in the abandoned city, he had risked his life and suffered such heavy injuries, only to kill two Demonic Beast Lords.
Of course, it was not the same now. Mo Wen's current cultivation was ten times stronger than before. However, he was not worried that he would not be able to complete the mission. Instead, he was worried about Bu Xingyi. With Bu Xingyi's ability, and without a profound level weapon to protect himself, it was possible that he would not be able to kill ten Demonic Beast Lords.
Even being able to survive the siege of ten Demonic Beast Lords would be a feat, let alone the Demonic Beast Lords.
The ten Demonic Beast Lords had no intention of giving Mo Wen a chance to rest. Once he appeared, they attacked ferociously.
A huge shadow loomed over Mo Wen. A demonic wind blew. Mo Wen could not tell what kind of monstrous beast it was, but he did not need to know.
The Cries of Hades Bell instantly appeared in Mo Wen's hand, emitting a faint purple light.
Ding!
Coupled with Mo Wen's soul attack, the ten Demonic Beast Lords trembled at the same time. Their attacks stopped for a moment.
The next moment, a crimson light appeared on Mo Wen's arm. The Blood-Clotting Claw merged with his palm, becoming a beast claw.
The first monstrous beast that had pounced on Mo Wen saw a flash of crimson light. A terrifying crack appeared on the abdomen of the monstrous beast. Its huge body was almost split in two.
Mo Wen discovered that when the Blood-Clotting Claw scratched the Demonic Beast Lord, crimson light kept flashing on it. Streaks of strange crimson light covered the monstrous beast's wound. Then, Mo Wen sensed that a strange power flowed into the Blood-Clotting Claw through the wound. Then, it flowed into his body through the Blood-Clotting Claw.
He felt that his Inner Qi and mental power had recovered significantly. He was also exceptionally spirited. A crimson light flashed in his eyes. A strong desire to kill rose in his heart. He suddenly had a bloodthirsty thought of immediately killing all ten monstrous beasts.
Once the thought appeared, Mo Wen was shocked. A golden light flashed in his eyes and he suppressed the bloodthirsty desire to kill.
"What an evil profound level weapon."
Mo Wen was secretly shocked. He looked at the Blood-Clotting Claw in his hand. This Blood-Clotting Claw was definitely not a magical treasure of the orthodox path. Even in the heretical path, it was most likely something of an evil origin.
This was the first time he had used the Blood-Clotting Claw to attack a living creature. It could actually devour the life force of the target creature and turn it into its own power. It could even transfer a portion of it into his body to replenish the power and mental power he had expended.
However, most of the life force was automatically absorbed by the Blood-Clotting Claw. This was a strange profound level weapon that could continuously devour life force and then self-evolve.
"The person who refined the Blood-Clotting Claw back then was most likely not an ordinary person."
Mo Wen knew that in order for a profound level weapon to have such an effect, the material used to refine the profound level weapon had to be very high grade. That was because the higher the grade of the material, the greater the room for the magical treasure to grow. For a profound level weapon that could directly absorb the life force of others and use it as nourishment to grow, the material used to refine it would certainly be very rare.
The attack power of the Blood-Clotting Claw was astonishing. The Lord monstrous beast was hit by the claw and was almost sliced in half. A large amount of blood splattered.
Strangely, the wound of the monstrous beast was burning with a crimson flame. The crimson flame continuously burned the flesh of the monstrous beast. Then, a shocking scene appeared. The monstrous beast's huge body seemed to be sucked dry by something and gradually shriveled up.
The monstrous beast roared loudly in fear. It kept rolling on the ground, trying to get rid of the crimson flame. However, no matter what it did, it was unable to extinguish the crimson flame. Once its demonic power came into contact with the crimson flame, it was instantly burned away and became nourishment for the crimson flame.
Mo Wen was shocked. The Blood-Clotting Claw was simply too evil. He felt a chill run up his spine.
Roar!
The other Lord monstrous beasts had recovered from the attack of the Cries of Hades Bell. They roared angrily and pounced on Mo Wen again.
Mo Wen's figure shook and twisted. The wind blew and the next moment, he disappeared from his original spot. He appeared in front of the injured monstrous beast. Right now, the monstrous beast seemed to have lost all ability to fight. It kept rolling on the ground.
Mo Wen waved his claw again. More than ten crimson light claws shot out, all of them colliding with the monstrous beast.
Immediately, more than ten wounds appeared on the monstrous beast's body. The wounds could not heal. They also emitted crimson flames that burned the flesh around them. However, perhaps because they had not come into direct contact with the Blood-Clotting Claw, the crimson flames on the wounds were not very strong. After a while, they were extinguished by the Lord monstrous beast's demonic power.
Only the shocking wound on its abdomen could not be extinguished no matter how hard the Lord monstrous beast tried.
Mo Wen used the ingenuity of the Glory of Wind to continuously dodge the attacks of the nine monstrous beasts. He did not attack or defend, only dodging.
However, his eyes were fixed on the injured Lord monstrous beast. As time passed, the body of the Lord monstrous beast became more and more shriveled. Its huge mountain-like body shrank by two-thirds.
Finally, it became a dried corpse. It was completely dead. The crimson flames also extinguished on their own. The dried corpse was preserved very well. It had not been damaged at all. The crimson flames of the Blood-Clotting Claw seemed to only devour life force. They could not devour anything else.
He could clearly sense that after the crimson flames on the Lord monstrous beast's body were extinguished, the Blood-Clotting Claw flashed with crimson light. Its aura seemed to have strengthened slightly. Although it was very, very small, it had indeed grown.
Mo Wen took a deep breath. He had already realized that the Blood-Clotting Claw was most likely an impressive heretic weapon.
This kind of heretic weapon should not just be a profound level weapon. Perhaps it had been dormant for too long and had not absorbed life force for too long, causing the Blood-Clotting Claw to continuously degenerate.
Based on this situation, it would most likely not be a problem for the Blood-Clotting Claw to evolve into a spiritual treasure. He did not believe that the previous owner of the Blood-Clotting Claw did not have the ability to evolve the Blood-Clotting Claw into a spiritual treasure.
Thinking back to the dried corpse in the old residence, Mo Wen increasingly felt that the Blood-Clotting Claw was not simple. The dried corpse had not rotted after so many years. It must have been an impressive strong practitioner back then.
The ten Lord monstrous beasts were no match for Mo Wen. With the Blood-Clotting Claw and the Cries of Hades Bell, he killed them all in less than fifteen minutes.
In the valley lay ten dried corpses. Without exception, all of them were dried corpses.
A crimson light flashed in Mo Wen's eyes. It lasted for a long time before slowly fading away. Every time he killed a monstrous beast, the killing intent in his body accumulated a bit more. Although the Blood-Clotting Claw was powerful, it was very easy for people with weak willpower to go berserk when they used it.
Fortunately, his soul power was strong enough and his willpower was extraordinary. He could firmly suppress the killing intent that the Blood-Clotting Claw transmitted to him. (To be continued.)
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