“So that’s his real plan!” Qingyun exclaimed in utter shock. How could she have anticipated that Peng Du harboured such a massive conspiracy? Her original goal was merely to stir up chaos and seize the chance to rescue her father.
She hadn’t expected that even Lin Xiao and the others might end up trapped here.
“Lin Xiao, what do we do now?” Hu Yue asked, her voice calm despite her young age.
Ling Hu and the others cast sidelong glances at Lin Xiao. Their current predicament was extremely perilous.
“Wait!” Lin Xiao uttered just one word.
“Peng Du, you lunatic, I swear I’ll kill you!” the elder from the Sanyuan Sect roared in fury.
Qianlong, Huang Yuan, and the middle-aged man all wore grim expressions.
Peng Du turned a deaf ear to them, his gaze shifting to Master Yuling with a hint of impatience, “Master Yuling, we can begin.”
Master Yuling nodded, his eyes fixing on the Sanyuan Sect’s Martial King elder. With a surge of spiritual energy, the elder’s body floated towards the dark blood pool above.
“Peng Du, what are you doing… No!” the Sanyuan Sect elder cried out in horror as his body, controlled by spiritual energy, plummeted from the air.
“Splat!” The elder crashed into the blood pool, blood spraying everywhere.
Without primal energy, the Sanyuan Sect Martial King was like an ordinary person. Controlled by a fourth-rank primary spiritual force, he naturally burst into blood upon impact.
“Hiss! Hiss!” The blood pool, as if alive, rapidly sucked out all the blood from the elder’s body upon contact.
“Ah!” The elder screamed in agony. Within seconds, his body turned into a shrivelled corpse.
The crowd shuddered in horror.
In the blink of an eye, a Martial King had fallen—helpless, slaughtered without any resistance.
The Valley Master of Kongyuan Valley and the other Martial Kings’ faces darkened further.
With the Sanyuan Sect Martial King dead, they were likely next.
“Whoosh!” “Whoosh!” “Whoosh!”
Sure enough, streams of spiritual energy latched onto them one after another. Their bodies were all manoeuvred above the blood pool.
“Peng Du, you—whatever conditions you want, I’ll agree to them, just let me go!” Sensing the thick aura of death, the Valley Master of Kongyuan Valley shouted in terror. At this point, he no longer dared to berate Peng Du.
The grim middle-aged man and the Martial King from Buzhou Mountain also bore expressions of dread, but before they could speak, their bodies were hurled into the blood pool one after another.
“No!”…
Before they could utter a word, all four bodies crashed into the pool, blood splashing everywhere.
Soon after, a series of bone-chilling screams echoed through the hall.
“Ah!” “Ah!” “Ah!”…
Within seconds, the mid-tier Martial King and three low-tier Martial Kings were all dead, their blood completely drained.
A chill ran through everyone present, their scalps tingling down to their toes.
This blood pool was terrifying—capable of killing even a powerful mid-tier Martial King in mere seconds upon impact.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
With another surge of Master Yuling’s spiritual energy, several shrivelled corpses were flung out of the blood pool, crashing down in front of the crowd.
The pool now contained only a murky mass of black blood, its stench permeating the entire auction hall.
“Swish!” “Swish!” The storage rings from the five Martial Kings’ hands floated up under Master Yuling’s control, hovering before Peng Du.
Peng Du, momentarily startled by the scene, grinned wickedly as the rings appeared before him. He quickly pocketed them.
“I told you long ago, all of this is mine!” Peng Du muttered to himself, satisfied.
“City Lord Peng, it seems the blood pool is still short one person,” Master Yuling said coldly, his gaze shifting to Mo Yi beside Peng Du.
Peng Du’s eyes followed suit, landing on Mo Yi.
Unable to move, Mo Yi’s face twisted in fear as he saw their stares. He hurriedly pleaded, “City Lord, we had an agreement—you saved me, and I’d help you. You can’t turn on me now!”
“Indeed, we saved you, and now it’s time for you to help,” Peng Du replied with a sinister smile.
Mo Yi’s heart sank. Having escaped a pack of wolves, he’d stumbled into a tiger’s den. The “help” Peng Du meant was to use his blood.
The Mo Alliance members’ hearts trembled. Had the City Lord’s Mansion’s kindness been a mere ploy to use Mo Yi as a blood sacrifice?
Lin Xiao and the others were equally stunned. They’d assumed Mo Yi was allied with the City Lord’s Mansion, but it turned out he was just being exploited.
“No, you can’t kill me! I’m a disciple of Shengyuan Academy, a member of the Mo Alliance. If you kill me, Shengyuan Academy won’t let you off!” Mo Yi shouted desperately. At this point, he was frantic—once dragged into the blood pool, death would come in an instant.
“Heh, Shengyuan Academy may be powerful, but they won’t bother with me,” Peng Du laughed.
Mo Yi panicked further, crying out, “Lin Xiao—that Lin Xiao over there—he’s stronger than me! His blood would be far more suitable than mine!”
Lin Xiao’s gaze sharpened instantly. Even on the brink of death, Mo Yi was trying to drag him down. Ling Hu and the others’ expressions turned icy.
But Peng Du merely smiled and shook his head, “No matter how strong he is, he’s not a Martial King. Don’t worry—once the pills are refined, I’ll drain his blood. I’ll drain everyone’s blood. But right now, I need Martial King blood.”
“So…” Peng Du’s gaze shifted to Master Yuling.
“Swish!” Mo Yi’s body shot forward, crashing onto the edge of the blood pool.
“Splat!” Blood sprayed as Mo Yi’s body hit, and his blood was swiftly sucked out.
“Ah! Shengyuan Academy will never forgive you!” Mo Yi’s agonised scream rang out, his life fading in an instant.
“Serves him right!” Ling Hu and the others beside Lin Xiao muttered under their breaths.
The Mo Alliance members’ faces filled with horror, a thick murderous intent brewing in their hearts.
Their leader had been killed—how long before it was their turn?
“Originally, we’d need more people’s blood, but with the potency you can handle now, the blood of six Martial Kings is sufficient, and the results will be extraordinary,” Master Yuling said with a low sigh. He tossed out a jade vial, which flew above the blood pool. The vial opened, and streams of blood poured out continuously.
The blood reeked, exuding a domineering aura. From that small jade vial flowed an amount equivalent to the blood of six or seven people.
Clearly, it was a treasure with spatial properties, like a storage ring.
And that blood was undoubtedly beast blood.
As the beast blood mixed with human blood, the pool began to boil. The repulsion was intense, but the binding force over the pool was eerie and powerful, preventing even a single drop from spilling out.
