The threads of blood came to a stop just before they touched the Black Pagoda.

As that Divine Decree was uttered, the threads of blood burst apart, like water drops exploding, and a mist of blood spread everywhere.

His vision was blocked, and a thick, stinky smell of blood came, making him want to vomit.

Chen Changsheng raised his two fingers and gave a Divine Decree: “Decree, dispel the blood mist!”

Beams of Golden Light surged from Chen Changsheng’s body.

The surrounding blood mist that had spread out then vanished, as if it had created a clean, dust-free ground.

A blood hand suddenly shot out from the blood mist, and its target was the same as before—the Black Pagoda in Chen Changsheng’s hand.

Chen Changsheng dodged to the side.

He looked at the Black Pagoda and said, “You’re more popular than I am.”

The Black Pagoda did not dare to answer, as it probably knew that no matter who captured it, it couldn’t escape a bad fate.

It kind of wanted to run.

“Ban!”

Chen Changsheng seemed to guess its thoughts, as a Divine Decree fell, and the Black Pagoda instantly couldn’t move.

“…”

The Black Pagoda stayed silent, giving up its last bit of hope.

“Give it to me!”

A low sound came from the blood mist outside.

In that blurry moment, he saw the blood mist gather, as if turning into a Blood Sea, surging toward Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng raised his hand, and the Rain-Listening Sword fell into his grasp.

“Clang!”

The Sword Qi rang out long and loud, and Golden Light emerged.

That sword strike was like a dream, turning into a Great Dream of years, and in an instant, the Sword Qi swept across, smashing the Blood Sea into bloody mist.

He faintly seemed to hear a muffled grunt.

That sword strike hurt the White-Haired Blood Immortal.

The blood mist cleared, turning back into white hair once more.

The White-Haired Blood Immortal glanced at a blood mark on his shoulder, and he couldn’t help saying, “I seemed to have underestimated you.”

Chen Changsheng said, “I was somewhat curious about what’s so good about the Black Pagoda that it bothers you so much.”

The White-Haired Blood Immortal snorted coldly but didn’t explain to Chen Changsheng.

Then, he also noticed that the cultivator before him didn’t look as weak as his eyes suggested, and to get the Black Pagoda, he would have to kill that cultivator first!

The White-Haired Blood Immortal turned into a bloody shadow and charged forth.

Chen Changsheng tapped his toes lightly and stepped back, sometimes turning his head to dodge a strike.

“Bang bang…”

The trees behind him were cut down by that bloody shadow, as if opening up a Great Dao.

Chen Changsheng’s figure moved back almost a hundred steps but wasn’t harmed at all.

The Blood Cultivator before him seemed to have deep Cultivation, probably because he was injured, so he seemed a bit slower.

Just as he thought that, he suddenly saw a Blood Bead glowing with bloody light.

A tremor of Soul Spirit rushed out, coming right at Chen Changsheng.

The White-Haired Blood Immortal frowned slightly, feeling surprised that his Soul Spirit Blood Bead had no effect on this person?

Chen Changsheng knocked the Blood Bead away and then realized, “This Blood Bead is indeed a Magical Artifact. I once saw a Soul-Summoning Banner a long time ago; they work in similar ways, but clearly, your Blood Bead is even stronger with Soul Spirit-disturbing effects.”

“Stop blabbering!”

He thought that as a mighty Blood Cultivator, he was being looked down on by the person before him, and anger washed over him.

As those words fell, twelve Blood Beads spun up together.

Amid the bloody glow, he saw the twelve Blood Beads turn into a big hand that grabbed toward Chen Changsheng.

But before that hand could grab.

In the White-Haired Blood Immortal’s eyes, he suddenly saw a huge being appear before him.

One hand reached out, grabbing the hand made from Blood Beads.

“Thud!”

With just a soft squeeze, that hand shattered into pieces.

The twelve Blood Beads were held in the huge being’s grasp, seeming to lose their shine.

“Pah…”

The White-Haired Blood Immortal spat out a mouthful of blood.

The backlash hit his Soul Spirit and internal organs, and the pain made his face twist fiercely.

But when he saw the huge being behind the Man in Blue Robe, he froze for a moment.

‘A Dharma Form?’

The White-Haired Blood Immortal thought this.

The huge being slowly faded, and the twelve Blood Beads also fell into Chen Changsheng’s hand.

“A good treasure, but it’s too evil.”

Chen Changsheng put away the Blood Beads, then looked at the White-Haired Blood Immortal and said, “Sir, if you understand, why not stick out your neck? Let me swing my sword once to send you to bliss in the Yellow Springs and save us more fighting.”

The White-Haired Blood Immortal paused, then snapped out of it.

“That was your Soul Spirit?!”

Chen Changsheng blinked and said, “Sir, you’re an Evil Spirit from ancient times and should be well-informed; how come you just now realized?”

The White-Haired Blood Immortal was stunned inside: well-informed?

Back then, he had seen countless prodigies at the Fivefold Heaven of Divine Sense level, and they still died under his soul-hand.

But the one before him…

Was nowhere near the Fivefold Heaven of Divine Sense!

It was like the gap between a small stream and the Desolate Sea!

Whose Divine Sense could be mightier than a Dharma Form? This was truly unthinkable.

The White-Haired Blood Immortal finally understood and gritted his teeth: “Impossible! In times like this, how could a Cultivator like you still exist?”

Chen Changsheng said, “Well, you’ve seen it now.”

Saying that, he raised his sword.

“The righteous qi of Heaven and Earth flows into my sword; please cut down demons and Evil Spirits.”

The Heaven and Earth rumbled, and Golden Light and incense descended, all entering the sword.

The White-Haired Blood Immortal furrowed his brow: “The moves of a Ghost Deity?”

Was the person before him a Ghost Deity?

Before he could react, he saw the Sword Qi slash toward him.

The White-Haired Blood Immortal now knew he probably couldn’t defeat the person before him.

Flight was the best strategy!

The White-Haired Blood Immortal suddenly moved, turning into a black mist and fleeing.

“Trying to run?”

Chen Changsheng used Sword Flight and chased after him.

The black mist darted around wildly, not daring to stop for a second, hoping to escape if possible.

He didn’t want to reform from blood again, as all his efforts these days would be wasted and he’d have to start over.

Without the Blood Beads, he would be hard-pressed to recover soon.

The White-Haired Blood Immortal glanced back.

He saw the Man in Blue Robe following closely behind, so he sped up but still couldn’t shake him off.

He now realized:

This person was just toying with him!!

The White-Haired Blood Immortal raged inside, but thinking of that Soul Spirit equal to a Dharma Form, he had to calm down.

Over these days, his injuries had healed less than thirty percent; if fully healed, he might have a fighting chance, but now he absolutely couldn’t.

He fled to the Mortal World because no Cultivators blocked the way there, but unexpectedly, things went wrong.

He couldn’t help wondering why a Cultivator like him would meddle in Mortal World affairs; shouldn’t they be practicing hard in a secluded place cut off from the world?

The White-Haired Blood Immortal puzzled over it, thinking he just had rotten luck.

Chen Changsheng perhaps didn’t want to play any longer.

He raised his two fingers, and a Divine Decree fell, instantly blocking the path ahead of the White-Haired Blood Immortal.

The White-Haired Blood Immortal stopped, feeling bad.

He looked at the person before him, whose eyes were calm as still water, but whose hand held a blazingly sharp sword.

Chen Changsheng said calmly.

“Sir.”

“Kindly extend your neck.”