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"Hmph, facing death and still so stubborn. Very well, I will kill you first, and then take the Blood Technique," Zhou Yan sighed lightly, a cold smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Killing a martial arts talent is indeed a joyous occasion!"
"Is that so?"
"Then come at me! Even if I die today, I will make you, Zhou Yan, pay an unbearable price," Wang Yi said, his gaze sharp enough to compel Zhou Yan to believe him.
"Oh really? Do you still have some martial arts techniques that you haven't unleashed?" Zhou Yan hesitated for a moment, not daring to kill Wang Yi right away. After all, the last time he pursued Wang Yi, he nearly lost his life—a memory that was still fresh in his mind.
"Greetings, Master."
At that moment, the Blood-Clothed Guards finally arrived.
"Now that he has been injured by me, go and kill him," Zhou Yan commanded with a wave of his hand.
"Hahaha, Zhou Yan, you coward! Afraid of death and calling your subordinates to kill me? You really are quite the master!" Wang Yi mocked coldly.
"Hmph, don't be so arrogant," Zhou Yan snorted. "Aren't you going yet?"
"Yes!"
One of the Blood-Clothed Guards dared not defy Zhou Yan's order and rushed forward with a long knife aimed at Wang Yi.
"Hmph, although I am severely injured, you are not capable of killing me," Wang Yi said with a cold smile. He struck out with one palm, instantly pulling the Blood-Clothed Guard into his grasp. With a crunching sound, the guard's head flew into the air, blood raining down.
"Ah!"
The Blood-Clothed Guards were taken aback in shock. They did not expect that despite Wang Yi being gravely injured, he still possessed such strength. For a moment, they all hesitated and did not dare to advance.
"Hmph, just playing tricks," Zhou Yan scoffed with disdain. He unleashed a palm strike from afar, and an overwhelming suction force appeared out of nowhere, enveloping Wang Yi like a devouring vortex.
Pfft!
The power of a Transcendent Realm Expert was terrifying; Wang Yi could not withstand it as blood spurted from him.
"Are you going to use the Weeping Blood Technique again?" Wang Yi clenched his fists, thinking to himself.
"Whether I use it or not, I'm dead either way. Since that's the case, let Wang Yi have a good fight in this final moment!"
With that thought, a sinister smile spread across Wang Yi's face as he shouted at Zhou Yan, "Zhou Yan, you forced me into this!"
Weeping Blood Technique!
"Not good." Before Zhou Yan could finish his sentence, a sudden sound pierced the air as a large amount of blood energy shot out from Wang Yi's body. In the next moment, he had transformed into a blood-soaked figure, like a Shura emerging from hell.
Death!
Wang Yi uttered the word and with a casual wave of his hand, six heads flew up, followed by six streams of blood spraying onto the ground.
"He is using the Blood Technique; it won't last long. Kill him!" Zhou Yan's expression changed slightly as he struggled internally. But recalling Wang Yi's terrifying nature, he immediately roared.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
The Blood-Clothed Guards were all bloodthirsty individuals, their hands stained with countless bloodshed. They immediately brandished their blades and charged at Wang Yi.
At this moment, Wang Yi was already consumed by the killing intent, with only one target in his mind: to kill everyone in front of him.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
The bloodthirsty heart that lay hidden within Wang Yi was unleashed at this moment. His eyes turned crimson, resembling a Shura or an unparalleled Killer God, filled only with the desire to kill.
His mind was shrouded by this bloodthirsty urge, losing all rationality.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
The sounds of cracking bones filled the air as severed limbs flew and blood splattered everywhere, pouring down like a torrential rain.
Wang Yi was like a Killer God, wherever he went, blood followed.
Zhou Yan watched in horror, his scalp tingling, not wanting to stay for even a moment.
Leave, get out of here immediately!
At this moment, Zhou Yan's mind was consumed by this thought.
Wang Yi already possessed strength far beyond that of his peers, and now with the Weeping Blood Technique activated, his power had reached the Xuanjing Second Layer, terrifyingly so. Coupled with the fact that he had fallen into the path of slaughter, his killing intent soared to the heavens. His strength was even more horrifying; even a Xuanjing Sixth Layer Warrior would not dare to test his sharpness lightly.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Wang Yi had become numb, only knowing how to kill.
In less than a moment, over a hundred Blood-Clothed Guards had met a gruesome end beneath his sword, with no survivors and not a single complete corpse left behind.
"Zhou Yan, you deserve to die!" Wang Yi roared.
Rumbling!
With a single sword strike, the air was split in two as if struck by lightning, unmatched in momentum.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Within dozens of yards, there were corpses everywhere, blood flowing like rivers. The air was filled with the pungent scent of blood. In the Fire Spirit Mountain Range, countless beasts caught the scent of this blood and rushed towards it.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The sound of beasts trampling clearly reached Wang Yi's ears, but at this moment he had already been overtaken by slaughter and lost all semblance of his former self.
Awooo! Awooo! Awooo!
Giant Snake, Giant Bear, Fierce Tiger, Flame Lion, countless monsters rushed forward to share this delicious feast.
Roar!
A ten-meter tall Flame Giant Tiger charged in, causing numerous beasts to scatter.
Kill!
Wang Yi's eyes turned blood red as he swung his sword at the Flame Giant Tiger. With a loud crash, Wang Yi was struck as if by lightning, sending him flying hundreds of meters away.
Ah!
Letting out a cry of agony, Wang Yi fell like a kite with its string cut, landing in a patch of Fire-colored Forest.
!!!
A large amount of blood flowed from Wang Yi, staining the crimson earth and seeping into the soil.
Rumbling!
At that moment, a strange scene unfolded.
The Fire Spirit Trees on this land emitted a red glow almost simultaneously, shining brightly like red lights.
Rumbling!
The ground began to tremble; initially slow, but in an instant, it shook violently. The next moment, a green seedling emerged from the ground.
Wang Yi watched this scene before him, his eyes filled with shock.
However, what happened next left him even more astonished.
Before long, the green seedling began to grow at a visibly rapid pace. In no time, it reached over one meter in height and showed no signs of stopping. It continued to grow taller and larger, and before long, this green seedling transformed into a giant tree towering a thousand meters high, about three hundred feet.
The tree shot straight into the clouds, as if piercing the heavens, with lush branches and leaves that shaded the sun, resembling a canopy of clouds.
Wang Yi's eyes widened in astonishment. Suddenly, a sound like rushing water echoed from the ground. Wang Yi gasped as he saw blood flowing from his body, visibly gathering towards the roots of the giant tree.
In the blink of an eye, the green giant tree turned blood red.
Wang Yi was stunned; no matter how intelligent he was, he couldn't comprehend what was happening.
Ah!
Suddenly, Wang Yi saw the blood-red giant tree transform into a red light the size of a thumb, which rushed into his forehead. The next moment, Wang Yi lost all consciousness and knew nothing.
It was unclear how much time had passed when Wang Yi finally awoke from his stupor.
Ah!
Wang Yi felt his head was muddled, as if something had been added. He couldn't help but let out a low groan.
"Young man, you have finally awakened."
Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind—aged yet filled with power.
"Who... who are you?" Wang Yi was instantly taken aback.
"Who am I? I don't even know who I am," the aged voice seemed to be muttering to itself while also addressing Wang Yi.
Wang Yi was filled with confusion and was about to ask when he heard the aged voice say, "I don't know who I am; it seems I have merged many memories. I am not me; I am a god? No... not that; I am a spirit."
"I am not me?" This only deepened Wang Yi's confusion. "Then where are you now?"
"I am in your Identification Storage."
Wang Yi let out an "ah" and immediately entered the Identification Storage with his soul. He saw a thumb-sized flame appear before him: "Are you talking to me?"
"That's right." The flame flickered, as if responding to Wang Yi's words.
"Young man, do not be afraid; I will not harm you," the flame said.
"Then why did you enter my Identification Storage? How can I trust you?" Wang Yi asked.
"I do not know why this is happening," the flame flickered twice. "I only know that it was your blood that gave me consciousness and awakened me."
"What exactly are you?" Wang Yi asked in surprise.
"I am the master of this land, the king of the Deep Forest. I am a remnant of the Human-Demon War," the flame replied.
"Master? King? Human-Demon War?" Wang Yi was filled with confusion.
From what he understood, this flame should be a Spirit from the Fire Spirit Mountain Range.
Human-Demon War? This was not an unfamiliar term, as Wang Yi had heard about the Human-Demon War more than once. What exactly happened during those ancient times?
The human race remained on the Yuan Continent; what about the demon race?
Wang Yi could not figure it out.
"Alright, you don't need to look at me, because I also do not know what happened," the flame said.
"Then what is your name?" Wang Yi asked.
"You can call me Fire Spirit," the flame replied.
"By the way, I forgot to tell you, now you have the Fire Spirit Body, which can contain any flame of this Ground," the Fire Spirit said.
"Fire Spirit Body? What kind of physique is this?" Wang Yi asked.
"My memory tells me that the Fire Spirit Body was originally a primordial physique. Cultivating Refining Fire attribute Martial Arts is exceptionally advantageous; it is the most unique physique in the world and also the most destructive one. However, since Ancient times, this physique has disappeared until now, with your appearance," the Fire Spirit lamented.
"The most destructive physique?" Wang Yi was stunned. Fire burns everything and annihilates all; any attribute of Martial Arts cannot match the destruction caused by fire.
Nothing can escape its flames; just thinking about it is terrifying.
Wang Yi tightened his fists, feeling a surge of heat in his heart. Although he did not fully understand what this Fire Spirit was, he knew he had encountered a significant opportunity.
"This is the Nine Refinements Fire Technique, divided into Nine Layers, but you must become a Profound Realm Warrior before you can cultivate it," the Fire Spirit said.
Immediately, Wang Yi felt that some new information had been added to his memory; it was the method of the Nine Refinements Fire Technique.
"What level of Martial Arts is this?" Wang Yi looked at it for a moment and found that this set of Martial Arts was profound and extensive. Compared to Seventh-Rank Martial Arts Technique and Nine Flames Dragon Technique, it was even more intricate. With his comprehension ability, he still needed some time to understand it. It should be noted that Wang Yi's comprehension ability had been enhanced by the Transcendence Fruit; he could grasp any Martial Arts with just one glance.
"I don't know," the Fire Spirit replied succinctly.
"Could this be a Ninth-Rank Martial Technique?" Wang Yi speculated in his heart.
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