Chapter 594 - 387: Grandpa, Save Me!!!!!

Chapter 594: Chapter 387: Grandpa, Save Me!!!!!

"Pfft—"

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted from the old Taoist’s mouth like an arrow, splattering into a shocking blood flower on the snow-white wall.

A deafening crash suddenly erupted from the luxurious villa in the center of Yingnan City.

The elderly man clad in a dark green Taoist robe staggered backward, his scarlet eyes filled with horror.

His withered hand clutched tightly onto the edge of the offering table, yet both he and the table tumbled to the ground.

The sacrificial offerings on the table scattered across the floor, chicken blood mixed with sticky rice.

Even more terrifying, the fallen red candle had ignited the satin tablecloth, its flames greedily licking at the scattered talismans.

The disciples guarding outside the door broke in, only to be struck dumb with terror at the scene before them.

The entire secret room looked like it had weathered a blood rain, with mottled bloodstains splattered over the walls, floor, and even the ceiling.

The old Taoist slumped in a pool of blood, his Taoist crown askew, the immortal and ethereal demeanor he once had completely vanished.

"Master!"

Several young disciples turned pale as earth, nearly scrambling on all fours to reach the old man’s side.

One of them accidentally stepped on the chicken blood covering the floor, stumbling and falling to his knees, the impact on broken porcelain unnoticed.

He merely focused on using his trembling hands to support the limp body on the ground.

"Mr. Tang! This... this is..."

The villa’s richly dressed owners were frozen on the spot, their pampered faces full of terror.

The man in a suit standing in the middle was also a real estate tycoon of the Dragon Country.

And the opulently adorned lady beside him clutched her jade necklace tightly, her well-manicured nails digging deep into her palm.

"The Lu Family... actually has such a formidable figure in residence?"

Mr. Tang trembled as he steadied himself, his old face furrowed and twisted terrifyingly.

His sinister gaze was locked onto the pair of dolls on the offering table—one of which, the female doll, had already exploded into pieces, scraps of paper like severed limbs scattered across the ground.

In the flickering candlelight, each piece of paper clearly bore the name "Lu Keyi" densely written on it, along with her birthdate and time.

At this moment, the old Taoist suddenly began to cough violently, a sweet metallic taste rising in his throat.

The pure Yang energy that rebounded along with the curse was like a blazing sun slamming down on him.

If it weren’t for the distance, he might have already had his veins severed and body explosively perished!

"Embracing Pill Master!!!!!!"

"Impossible... this is absolutely impossible!"

Mr. Tang suddenly screamed hysterically, his ten thin fingers digging deep into his white hair.

His bloodshot and clouded eyes appeared as if he’d seen a ghost, staring at the mess on the floor.

"How could a Grandmaster of such a caliber hide in a place like Yifeng Province!"

The old Taoist’s voice was already distorted and twisted, as if trying to convince himself.

He clearly sensed earlier that the overwhelming pure Yang force was indeed the most primitive physical strength.

There wasn’t the slightest hint of magic skill fluctuations, it was purely the terrifying blood energy emission of a national martial arts expert!

This completely subverted his understanding.

It’s known that in today’s End of Dharma Era, any Grandmaster who has cultivated national martial arts to the Embracing Elixir Realm, is nothing less than a reclusive monster of the world?

How could it be...?

Even he, a renowned adept in the arts of skillful magic in the Dragon Country, was not eligible to meet such a supreme Grandmaster as an Embracing Pill Master.

"Hahaha... wrong, wrong... perhaps I was just overthinking!"

Mr. Tang suddenly laughed maniacally, appearing deranged, disregarding the bewildered looks of those around him.

He roughly wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.

"If the Lu Family really had an old monster at the Embracing Elixir Realm, this old me would have long since perished!"

He sneered as he kicked away the pieces of talisman paper by his feet. "It must be a Master of Huajin... no wonder the Lu Family stands unshaken in Yingnan City, they were hiding such a trump card."

The next moment, Mr. Tang suddenly ceased his laughter, his sinister gaze sweeping over everyone present, finally settling on his disciples: "Interesting... only this is worthy of being my opponent."

"Fetch blood."

Mr. Tang’s voice suddenly turned exceptionally gentle, yet it sent chills down everyone’s spine.

"Each of you, twenty drops of heart blood, your master needs to set up the ’Nine Fiends Blood Gathering Array’ now."

He suddenly grinned, revealing uneven, yellow teeth: "Just in time for your master to see whether it’s the pure Yang energy of the Lu Family’s Master of Huajin that’s more formidable or my array gathering the nine Yin fiend energies."

The disciples turned ashen upon hearing this but dared not defy their master’s orders.

One of them, trembling, took out nine green porcelain bowls, lining them up on the offering table.

Under the candlelight, the bowls glinted with a chilling glow.

The remnants of the satin cloth on the offering table were still smoldering with thin wisps of smoke, and several disciples were frantically patting out the last bits of sparks.

Amid the chaos, only that doll inscribed with Lu Yuanhao’s birthdate remained intact, casting a grim shadow in the wavering candlelight.

Mr. Tang’s veiny hand suddenly clutched tightly onto the doll, his withered fingers almost digging into the tung wood.

A trace of malice flashed across his muddy eyes—that little beast who killed his son would become the sacrifice in his battle of magic with the Lu Family’s Master of Huajin from afar!

As a matter of course, facing a Master of Huajin capable of externalizing blood energy, even a skilled magic adept like Mr. Tang should wisely retreat.

This caliber of Master of Huajin, who has achieved the pinnacle of their discipline, stands at the peak of martial arts in Dragon Country, just a hair’s breadth away from the legendary Embracing Elixir Realm.

Sweat seeped from the wrinkles on Mr. Tang’s forehead; he knew better than anyone—fighting against such a figure is akin to a moth flying into the flame, courting death.