Book 1: Chapter 18.2: Let Him Taste His Own Medicine

Book 1: Chapter 18.2: Let Him Taste His Own Medicine

The smoke from the sword was gradually dispersed, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood. Bai Qiuran continued to step forward and walked towards Tang Zhouxie who was on the altar.
“Bai Qiuran!”
Sima Inbo shouted at him in anger:
“Give up, you don’t even have a sword!”
Hearing his words, Bai Qiuran glanced down at the hilt of his sword, then chuckled.
Throwing away the remaining hilt on his hand, his figure disappeared. As fast as the electricity, he was suddenly inserted into the formation of sixteen guardians.
Reaching out a little, his index finger pierced the chest of a guardian, and then that guy suddenly twitched and fell down. His eyes widened, but there was no trace of wounds. His skin quickly became pale, as if all his blood was drained out. His breath gradually languished, the horror on his face showed that his death was painful.
“Huh? Is this?”
Tang Zhouxie’s look was frozen.
“Blood Coagulation. You must be familiar with it, right?”
Bai Qiuran sneered and swept across the remaining sixteen guardians.
“I said to those innocent souls killed by you that I’ll make you taste their pain, but there are many ways of painful death in the Blood God Sect, so your disciples will take care of the rest!”
At the end of the speech, he raised his hand, formed a claw, and grabbed towards a guardian who attacked him.
The claws flashed, the guardian screamed, and three large claw marks on the chest suddenly shot a lot of blood. The blood rushed like a spring, accompanied by severe pain. No matter how the guardian tried to block with true Qi, the blood was still gushing endlessly. Soon, the blood ran out, and his body collapsed like a deflated balloon and fell to the ground.
Bai Qiuran moved forward again, and the guardians attacked him out of horror, but his hands created thousands of images, turned into claws, or swords, or spears. Each move was extremely terrifying, evil, and fierce.
Upon being hit, the guardians died extremely painful and miserable deaths. Either their blood was sprayed from the pores of the whole body, or blood boiled in the body, or blood from the whole body poured into the heart, making vital organs explode.
Soon, only Sima Inbo was left in front of Bai Qiuran.
“Bai… brother Bai.”
He looked terrified, tears and snot flowed out together, begging:
“I have no choice but to…”
“I know.”
Bai Qiuran smiled slightly and then patted his forehead without mercy.
“Goo …”
Sima Inbo’s whole blood suddenly gathered towards his forehead, and the young man’s entire head swelled, and then burst open with a bang.
After stepping over the corpses of the guardian, Bai Qiuran stepped on the blood step by step and slowly came to the altar, facing Tang Zhouxie.
“How much energy do you have left?”
Tang Zhouxie narrowed his eyes, his body was tight, and there was cold sweat leaching from behind, as he was secretly alert.
“You guess.”
Bai Qiuran answered with a smile:
“I haven’t reached the Foundation Establishment stage anyway.”
Tang Zhouxie confronted him for a few seconds, and suddenly a mouth blew a blood light from his mouth.
Bai Qiuran reached out and grasped the blood light in his hand. The blood light turned out to be a small blood-colored flying sword. He pinched it in the five fingers and played back and forth.
Tang Zhouxie’s forehead exuded a little cold sweat, with his hands behind his back, two black command flags broke from the headless corpse of Sima Inbo, attacked from behind Bai Qiuran, and released fire.
But Bai Qiuran turned his head and blew. His majestic Qi blew out the sea of fire in an instant, then he caught the two flags and tore them into pieces.
“Fellow Daoist.”
Tang Zhouxie stepped back and said:
“I don’t think we need to oppose each other.”
Bai Qiuran ignored him but walked towards him with a kind smile.
Tang Zhouxie made a scream, and his body suddenly disintegrated into a pool of blood mist. He wanted to run away, but Bai Qiuran rushed to the point where his body completely collapsed, reached out, and grabbed one of his arms, removing him from the blood mist state.
Holding his arm to suppress Tang Zhouxie, Bai Qiuran smiled at him.
“Have you heard of the secret technique of Blood God Sect, [Blood Soul Annihilation]?”
“What?”
Tang Zhouxie was stunned, but Bai Qiuran had already begun to perform moves.
His hands once again made thousands of mirages, or fists, fingers, claws, or palms, and slashed at the vital points and points in Tang Zhouxie’s body. The true Qi turned into the evil Ki, and the blood in Tang Zhouxie’s body was boiled, stirring back and forth, gave him the unspeakable pain and shattered the meridians, bones and spiritual roots of Tang Zhouxie’s whole body into powder.
“Ah ah ah ah ah!”
The former Shangxuan Emperor issued a terrifying scream, but he couldn’t escape. After Bai Qiuran finished a set, he stretched out his hand and twisted Tang Zhouxie’s arm, forcing him to a position that facing himself.
The last palm crashed and fell from the top of Tang Zhouxie’s head. A lot of blood spit out from his seven orifices. The blood in his body retrograded and rushed to his brain, completely crushed his soul.