150: Chapter 150 A mere half-step immortal, what do I have to fear?

Venerable Lingyun sized up his opponent, weighing the situation.

“Lord of Kunlun,” he muttered under his breath. “At most, he is but a Half-Step Immortal.”

He believed this judgment of his was well-founded.

Red Dust Immortals were truly transcendent existences who had long since stopped caring about worldly affairs, hiding themselves between heaven and earth. Even in ancient times, they rarely appeared.

In this day and age, how could a Red Dust Immortal just pop up out of nowhere?

Moreover, if this person truly were a Red Dust Immortal, why wait until now to act? He should have suppressed him with a single palm strike the moment his seal was broken.

“A Half-Step Immortal? I am one as well.”

The wariness in Venerable Lingyun's eyes faded slightly, replaced by a grim Battle Intent.

“Though I have not restored myself to my Peak, with the sea of blood in my grasp and an ancient Demonic Technique at my disposal, why should I fear you?”

His confidence was not mere bluster.

The ancient Demonic Technique, Floating in the Sea of Blood, was something he had obtained from a ruin in the past, created by a true Immortal of the Demonic Path.

This technique used blood as a medium and resentment as power. Once it reached Major Achievement, as long as the sea of blood did not dry up, he would not die.

More importantly, he still held the blood bead given to him by that mysterious person.

He had only refined seventy percent of the Origin power contained within that blood bead, yet it had already restored him from the Mahayana Stage to the Late Stage of Undergoing Tribulation.

The remaining thirty percent was his greatest trump card.

If it truly came to a life-or-death crisis, he could refine the entire blood bead all at once, forcibly raising his cultivation to the Peak of a Half-Step Immortal, and perhaps even touching the threshold of a Red Dust Immortal.

At that point, it was still uncertain who would kill whom.

Even if he was no match, he was confident in his ability to escape. Floating in the Sea of Blood contained a forbidden escape technique that used the sea of blood as a medium to instantly flee a million miles away.

Though the price would be heavy, it would save his life.

“Merely a Half-Step Immortal, why should I fear?”

Venerable Lingyun muttered to himself, the light in his eyes becoming sharp once more.

Standing in the sea of blood, he looked up at the white-robed figure, a faint smile even appearing on his face.

That smile carried both provocation and testing.

Above the sea of blood, Jiang Changge did not even spare Venerable Lingyun a second glance.

His gaze swept past Venerable Lingyun, and then he turned to look into the depths of the sea of blood.

There, Qingxuan, Elder Cangwu, and Cang Song were struggling to hold on back-to-back, their three protective sword lights dimmed to the extreme, looking as if they could be extinguished at any moment.

Further away, Ancestor Zhou Huaixu, Daoist Ziyang, Daoist Yunlan, and other Tribulation Transcenders, seven in total, were bound by countless blood-colored runes, floating motionlessly in the sea of blood.

At least eighty percent of their essence blood had been drained, and their auras were extremely weak. Some had even fainted, with only the slight rise and fall of their chests proving they were still alive.

“Nothing more than this,” Jiang Changge retracted his gaze and finally spoke.

His voice was not loud, yet it entered everyone's ears clearly, carrying a rhythm that made people unconsciously hold their breath.

Before his voice could fade, he raised his right hand, and the xuanchen whisk slid from his palm. Its tail cascaded like a waterfall, and silvery-white light flowed through the strands, dispersing some of the surrounding blood-red color.

Holding the fly whisk in his hand, Jiang Changge gave it a casual wave.

A beam of white light surged from the fly whisk, silently showering down upon the churning sea of blood.

Wherever the white light passed, the churning waves of blood instantly calmed, the dark red blood mist vanished in an instant, and the vengeful spirits surrounding Qingxuan and the other two did not even have time to shriek before turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating into the air.

The blood-colored runes Floating in the Sea of Blood melted away silently.

The power of the sea of blood, which Venerable Lingyun had nourished with the essence blood of countless Cultivators and tempered with ancient Demonic Techniques, dissolved into nothingness under the shine of the fly whisk's white light.

In just a few breaths, the sea of blood that had covered tens of thousands of miles and trapped ten Tribulation Transcenders completely dissipated.

The sky returned to its clear state, and sunlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating the entire land.

Freed from the suppression of the sea of blood, Qingxuan and the other two swayed slightly before quickly steadying themselves.

“Sect Master,” the three of them bowed in unison, their voices filled with deep respect.

Jiang Changge nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the figures further away who were bound by the blood-colored runes.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu, Daoist Ziyang, and the other Tribulation Transcenders, seven in total, had completely lost consciousness by now, floating in mid-air with faint blood-colored mist swirling around them.

Too much of their essence blood had been drained; had he been a moment later, they would likely have been beyond saving.

Jiang Changge raised his hand and waved the xuanchen whisk once more.

White light surged from the fly whisk again, splitting into seven streams and entering the bodies of the seven individuals with absolute precision.

The moment the white light entered their bodies, the blood-colored mist remaining in their Meridians was entirely dispersed. Although their drained essence blood could not be replenished, their lives were at least saved.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, some color returned to the faces of the seven, and their breathing gradually stabilized.

“Quick! Catch the Old Ancestors!”

Outside the sea of blood, the experts of the Southern Wilderness's Seven Great Factions could no longer contain themselves.

The moment the sea of blood dissipated, several figures dashed out from different directions, catching their respective Old Ancestors and carefully shielding them behind their backs.

An Elder of the Medicine King Valley held Daoist Ziyang, tears streaming down his face: “Grand Elder, are you alright?”

Dynasty Lord Zhou Shanhe personally stepped forward to catch Ancestor Zhou Huaixu, then turned and bowed deeply to Jiang Changge: “Thank you, Senior, for saving our lives!”

The representatives of the other great factions also came forward one after another, bowing to Jiang Changge with tears of gratitude.

“Thank you, Senior!”

“Senior's great kindness will never be forgotten by the Qingyang Sect!”

“The Heavenly Sword Sect thanks Senior for your intervention!”

Jiang Changge waved his hand without saying much, his gaze finally landing on Venerable Lingyun.

Venerable Lingyun stood where he was, his face ashen, his eyes filled with utter disbelief.

His sea of blood—the sea of blood he had spent countless efforts on, refining it by devouring the essence blood of countless Cultivators—and the ancient Demonic Technique he was so proud of, were just gone like that.

“How is this possible?”

Venerable Lingyun's voice was trembling. He stared fixedly at the fly whisk in Jiang Changge's hand, his eyes filled with terror.

“Is that a Supreme Magical Artifact?”

Jiang Changge did not answer, but merely looked at him quietly, his gaze as calm as water, as if looking at a dying ant.

Venerable Lingyun's pupils contracted violently.

He suddenly realized that all of his previous judgments had been wrong. This white-robed man was by no means a Half-Step Immortal.

A Half-Step Immortal could not have broken his sea of blood so easily, nor could they have left him with absolutely no room to resist.

This person's strength far exceeded his imagination.

A thought flashed through Venerable Lingyun's mind, chilling him to the bone.

A Red Dust Immortal. Only a Red Dust Immortal could accomplish all of this.

Without any hesitation, Venerable Lingyun turned and fled.

His figure turned into a blood-red stream of light, shooting rapidly toward the east.

As Venerable Lingyun activated his secret technique, his speed suddenly surged several times over, tearing through the Void Realm and covering ten thousand miles in an instant.