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“Blood Refinement Formation? Could it be the Blood Refinement Formation that the Evil Path Demon Sect from the Eastern State once used against the disciples of the Righteous Path?”
Releasing the foot that was pressing down on Lingxiao's face, Hua Tuo suddenly recalled everything about the Blood Refinement Formation after hearing Lingxiao's words directed at the remaining disciples of Nine Yin Cave. The Blood Refinement Formation was a top-tier existence in the Cultivator world, comparable to the Blood Refinement Sword Qi. However, while Blood Refinement Sword Qi belonged to a type of sword technique, the Blood Refinement Formation was a formation rarely used in the Cultivator realm. Although their names were similar, they were fundamentally different. If the Blood Refinement Sword Qi allowed a person's strength to continuously improve over a long period, then the Blood Refinement Formation fused all of the caster's Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy within a short time, using blood as a guide to refine it.
It was no wonder Hua Tuo had such a deep impression of it. Over a thousand years ago, many sects of the Righteous Path in the Eastern State had launched a grand demon-slaying conference. After fighting against the Evil Path for decades and on the verge of achieving Ultimate Victory, many Evil Path sects united to cast this Blood Refinement Formation, trapping almost all of the Righteous Path experts within it and annihilating them in one fell swoop. This led to nearly a thousand years of rapid rise for Evil Path sects while the orthodox Daoist sects fell into disarray. One could imagine how formidable the Blood Refinement Formation was. If it were truly unleashed by these disciples of Nine Yin Cave, the consequences would be unimaginable. At that point, not only Ye Huan but even Hua Tuo himself or Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon would likely find it difficult to escape death.
A sense of anxiety rose within him. Out of fear for the Blood Refinement Formation, Hua Tuo intended to lift his head and look at the hundreds of disciples from Nine Yin Cave above him, worried they might take action after hearing Lingxiao's words. Just then, an unknown hand reached out from behind and tightly grasped Hua Tuo's right arm, forcing him to turn his head and see that it belonged to Ye Huan.
“Ye Huan, why are you pulling me?”
Hua Tuo furrowed his brow slightly in confusion at Ye Huan's actions at such a critical moment and asked him. The response he received left him speechless as Ye Huan chuckled and said, “Senior Hua, I’m really sorry. Could you please tell me what exactly this Blood Refinement Formation is? I've never heard of it before.”
“You definitely haven't heard of it; this Blood Refinement Formation only appeared a thousand years ago…”
Rolling his eyes at Ye Huan, Hua Tuo felt somewhat annoyed by his question but still patiently explained everything he knew about it without any omissions. Ye Huan stood there dumbfounded for a moment before finally looking up at the sky again and stammering out another question: “By the way, Senior Hua, before activating the Blood Refinement Formation, does the caster have to bring their hands together to gather all their Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy into their hands?”
“Eh? How do you know that?”
Upon hearing Ye Huan's inquiry and noticing that his expression didn’t seem like someone who had previously encountered such a sinister formation, Hua Tuo stared at Ye Huan in surprise and questioned him.
Without continuing to answer Hua Tuo's questions, Ye Huan slowly raised his right arm and pointed towards where the disciples of Nine Yin Cave were hovering in mid-air. Then he turned and ran towards Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon’s direction, leaving Hua Tuo standing alone.
Scratching his head in confusion, Hua Tuo seemed unable to comprehend what had just happened. However, when he turned back around, he clearly saw that those disciples from Nine Yin Cave had already sheathed their Flying Swords and were pressing their palms together in front of their chests, continuously gathering large amounts of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy. Due to their affiliation with the Evil Path, this Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy was tinged with a faint bloody aura, radiating a color reminiscent of blood that looked particularly striking…
"Dammit, the Blood Refinement Formation is about to start?"
Hua Tuo was caught off guard by Ye Huan's question, unable to believe that the disciples of Nine Yin Cave had already begun to execute the Blood Refinement Formation. Anger surged within him, prompting an expletive to escape his lips. Fortunately, the preparation time for the Blood Refinement Formation was long enough; despite his anger, Hua Tuo swiftly retrieved several Silver Needles and hurled them into the air. Just then, a figure suddenly appeared above him, blocking all of the Silver Needles.
"Who is it?"
Hua Tuo was shocked to see someone daring enough to intercept his Silver Needles. In disbelief, he looked up and was stunned to find that it was none other than Lingxiao, whom he had previously trampled underfoot.
"Haha... I didn't expect you, old buddy. Ghost Hand Silver Needle, in the end, you'll still die at my hands, Lingxiao!"
Lingxiao floated in mid-air with several Silver Needles embedded in his body, his expression twisted in pain as he stared defiantly at Hua Tuo. His words were as harsh as they could be, and even the blood oozing from the wounds where the Silver Needles had pierced him seemed insignificant. He resembled a wild dog whose tail had been stepped on, driven to madness.
Hua Tuo seethed inwardly at Lingxiao's lack of gratitude. After sparing his life, Lingxiao showed no appreciation. With a ruthless heart, Hua Tuo disregarded the fact that he hadn't shed blood in nearly a thousand years and coldly uttered a single word: "Explode."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of continuous explosions erupted as every Silver Needle embedded in Lingxiao's body detonated in an instant, creating several large holes in him. The explosion especially tore through his abdomen, making it possible to see his intestines through the gaping wounds.
"Come on, bring it on..."
Blood flowed uncontrollably from the corners of Lingxiao's mouth; he looked almost like a dying man. However, if one looked closely into his eyes, it was clear that he was being sustained by sheer willpower. It was uncertain whether he sought revenge against Ye Huan or against Hua Tuo for having trampled him underfoot. Regardless of the reason, Lingxiao remained resolute.
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