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Death Grip
The Underworld Trial has passed, and with twenty-seven gone, only three remain until it is completely over. Among the hundreds who entered the Underworld Abyss, most have already suffered casualties, leaving only the elite of the elite, all of whom possess strength no less than that of Peering into the Pinnacle of Self-Observation.
At this moment, a disciple from Gaze of Life in the Blood Slaughter Hall is engaged in a fierce battle with a powerful demon. This individual throws a punch forward, and the bloodthirsty aura around him surges instantly.
“Blood Fiend Divine Fist!”
The Blood Fiend Divine Fist condenses a powerful bloodthirsty force, transforming into a Blood-colored Dragon Soul. Those with weak willpower would be instantly lost when facing this bloodthirsty power.
However, for the demons of the Nine Nether Underworld, this bloodthirsty force not only does not intimidate them but instead drives them into a frenzy, especially for the Blood Demon of the Nine Nether Underworld.
At this moment, the disciple from Blood Fiend Hall is facing a formidable Blood Demon. His Blood Fiend Divine Fist, instead of killing this Blood Demon, is absorbed by it, making the demon even stronger.
“What a powerful Blood Demon! My own strength is insufficient to deal with this monster; I must call for help.” The Blood Slaughter Hall Disciple quickly assesses the gap in strength between himself and the Blood Demon.
He then points to the sky, and a beam of blood light shoots up, exploding in mid-air. The crimson glow spreads across the entire area, visible to anyone within thousands of miles.
“Is that a distress signal from my Blood Fiend Hall? It seems someone is in danger.”
“People from Blood Fiend Hall? Hmph, they deserve it; they must have overestimated themselves when dealing with a Blood Demon, and now they can only call for help after realizing they are no match.”
“Exactly. Knowing full well that Blood Demon has a strong restraining effect on their Blood Fiend Hall, they still dared to attempt to kill it. That’s just asking for death.”
The disciples nearby who saw the signal began to discuss among themselves. They were all familiar with this blood light and knew it was indeed a distress signal from the Blood Fiend Hall.
Roar—
At this moment, the disciple battling the Blood Demon is on the verge of collapse. The power of the Blood Demon is simply too overwhelming, and it can absorb his attacks, converting them into its own strength. If one’s power is not significantly higher than that of this Blood Demon, fighting it would undoubtedly lead to death.
At this time, the fully blood-red demon suddenly lets out an angry roar. Then, it swipes a claw at the disciple from Blood Fiend Hall. The space is instantly torn apart by this immense power, and a gigantic blood-red claw descends upon the Blood Slaughter Hall Disciple, accompanied by an ear-piercing shriek.
“Blood Transformation Demon Claw!”
Suddenly, the Blood Slaughter Hall Disciple flashed with a gleam in his eyes, and then he thrust his palm forward, a hand imbued with a rich blood-red glow, which instantly collided with the giant claw extended by the demon.
Zzzzz—
As the two clashed, a sizzling sound erupted, as the Blood Slaughter Hall Disciple’s Blood Transformation Demon Claw was merging with the hand of the Blood Transformation demon.
“Roar!”
The Blood Demon let out another furious roar, and two beams of blood light shot out from its eyes, instantly piercing through the chest of the Blood Slaughter Hall Disciple.
“Hmph!” The Blood Slaughter Hall Disciple let out a pained grunt, his body collapsing to the ground, his hand that had been resisting the Blood Demon now powerless and falling down.
Seeing this opportunity, the Blood Demon naturally would not let it slip away. Its blood-colored giant claw once again slammed down towards the Blood Slaughter Hall Disciple, causing the surrounding space to begin to collapse.
At that moment, two figures suddenly appeared behind the Blood Demon, one male and one female. The young man in black suddenly produced a Black Gold Longsword in his hand, its demonic light swirling and golden light dazzling.
Then, he swung this sword fiercely at the Blood Demon, a dark golden light instantly slashing out. The Blood Demon only had time to turn around in terror before it was struck down by this sword.
The giant claw that was aimed at the Blood Slaughter Hall Disciple also stopped just inches away from him, slowly dissipating into nothingness.
“Ah—who are you?” The Blood Slaughter Hall Disciple, who had thought he was doomed, was astonished to find that two people had suddenly appeared to save him.
“You are from Blood Fiend Hall, right?” The young man coldly gazed at this disciple of Blood Fiend Hall. His icy stare made the Blood Slaughter Hall Disciple tremble slightly; his instincts told him that this person before him was definitely not a friend.
“Who are you? What do you want?” This disciple of Blood Fiend Hall looked at Xing Chen in fear, feeling as if he had become transparent under Xing Chen’s gaze, with no secrets left to hide.
The young man did not answer his question but leaned down and whispered a few words into the ear of the girl beside him, leaving her unaware of what was being said.
"Rest assured, I will definitely make him pay." The girl nodded as she listened, and finally, a charming smile appeared on her delicate face as she looked at the disciple of Blood Fiend Hall.
These two were naturally Xing Chen and Meng Xiner. As soon as they came out, they sensed the fluctuations of a fight nearby, so they came to take a look and happened to find this disciple of Blood Fiend Hall battling against a Blood Demon. They then hid nearby to watch.
Knowing that this Blood Slaughter Hall Disciple was no match for the Blood Demon, they revealed themselves to kill the Blood Demon. Of course, it wasn't out of kindness; the reason they saved this disciple of Blood Fiend Hall was to use him to lure out more Blood Slaughter Hall Disciples and then kill them one by one. This would be much faster than searching for them individually.
Meng Xiner, with a charming smile on her face, slowly walked towards the Blood Slaughter Hall Disciple. She then extended her slender finger and gently pointed forward, causing a purplish-red light to shoot out, sealing all the Vital Energy within the Blood Slaughter Hall Disciple's body.
Next, she slightly raised her hand, and a white powder immediately floated out, slowly settling on the body of the Blood Slaughter Hall Disciple. Instantly, an unbearable itchiness surged through him. He began scratching uncontrollably while shouting, "What have you done to me? What did you do? Ahhh! It itches! It itches—"
Xing Chen watched as the disciple writhed in unbearable itchiness, a smile appearing on his face. He had personally experienced this itching powder; that sensation was indeed something ordinary people couldn't endure.
If he hadn't been clever enough to trick Meng Xiner into relieving him from this unbearable itchiness, his fate would surely have been very tragic.
However, the poisons Meng Xiner could currently use were unable to harm Gaze of Fate, so she had basically given up on using poisons. She only regarded it as a hobby and occasionally concocted some poisons for pranks.
"Does this really work? Are you so sure someone will come to rescue him? Aren't people from Underworld Abyss ruthless and inhumane?" Meng Xiner asked as she returned to Xing Chen's side.
"Don't worry; I am certain that others from Blood Fiend Hall will definitely come to rescue him. After all, this Underworld Trial is not only about selecting ten disciples to enter Underworld Palace but also about ranking among the Ten Halls. If they want to improve their ranking, they must unite," Xing Chen said, his gaze seemingly looking into the distance as if he could already see those coming for rescue.
"Well, I heard that among the disciples entering Underworld Abyss this time, the strongest has reached Gaze into the Realm's Pinnacle and could break through to Glimpse of Objects at any moment. Are you really confident in dealing with him?" Meng Xiner asked with some concern.
"The strength of someone at Gaze into the Realm's Pinnacle is indeed impressive, but as long as he hasn't reached Glimpse of Objects, he can't escape death. Even if he truly is Glimpse of Objects, I will ensure he comes and goes without return," Xing Chen said with a glint of coldness in his eyes. At that moment, a sound of breaking air suddenly rang out as a young man dressed in blood-red robes appeared before Xing Chen and Meng Xiner.
This young man's strength had reached Late Stage of the Insight Realm; he was immensely powerful and could tear through space at any moment. Killing someone like him would be nearly impossible without reaching Glimpse of Objects—of course, Xing Chen was an exception.
"Junior Brother? What’s going on here?" The young man asked as he looked at the Blood Slaughter Hall Disciple rolling on the ground.
"Wu Shixiong! Save me! These two are our enemies from Blood Fiend Hall; we absolutely cannot let them go!" The Blood Slaughter Hall Disciple shouted upon seeing his fellow disciple arrive.
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