96: Blood Sacrifice Formation

On the high platform, the Yan Family Clan Chief was explaining the rules for the Treasure Seizing Assembly.

Wang Chan stood behind him, his hands clasped behind his back, a hint of impatience on his face.

A Guiling Sect black-clad guard silently approached him, whispering, “Young Lord, the list has been confirmed. Only two are missing, and there’s a pair of male and female Cultivators just outside the Formation.”

Wang Chan’s expression remained normal as he replied, “Send two people to watch them. Once the grand Formation activates, kill them directly.”

“Yes!” The guard bowed in acceptance of the order and transformed into a black shadow, departing.

Two streaks of Escape Light flew up from the side of the high platform, circled the square, and swept towards the distant mountain forest.

Lin Feng’s pupils turned blue, catching those two streaks of Escape Light, and he understood. He knew that the two streaks of Escape Light were going to pursue and kill the Cultivators outside the Formation.

However, unlike the original, Lin Feng remained within the Formation this time, so Wang Chan also did not leave.

Indeed, Wang Chan’s gaze merely swept over the entire scene indifferently, then he made no further moves.

“...These are the rules for this Treasure Seizing Assembly. I wish all Fellow Daoists a fruitful return!” The Yan Family Clan Chief finally finished his lengthy opening speech, his expression somewhat unnatural.

Just as he was about to announce the start of the assembly, Wang Chan suddenly stepped forward, directly interrupting him.

“That’s enough, Clan Chief Yan.”

Wang Chan’s voice clearly reached the ears of all the Cultivators present, carrying an air of arrogance.

The smile on the Yan Family Clan Chief’s face froze. He was, after all, a Core Formation Cultivator and the Clan Chief of a Family, yet he was publicly interrupted by a Foundation Establishment junior. His expression immediately turned somewhat ugly.

But upon thinking of the Nascent Soul Senior stationed within the Fortress, all his dissatisfaction transformed into deep apprehension, and he could only give a dry laugh as he retreated half a step, yielding the stage.

Wang Chan saw the Yan Family Clan Chief’s unwilling expression and sneered inwardly.

He wanted to handle this matter perfectly in front of Senior Cloudy Dew, to show Senior his capabilities, so that his position in the Demonic Path Alliance could be higher.

He surveyed the more than two hundred Cultivators below the stage, as if looking at a flock of pigs and sheep awaiting slaughter, a cruel arc forming at the corner of his mouth.

“Fellow Daoists, you have traveled far and worked hard.”

His voice, amplified by his magical power, overpowered the noise in the arena.

“Today, I, Wang Chan of the Guiling Sect, thank you all for your sacrifice.”

“On this day next year, I will personally offer a stick of incense for you!”

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire square instantly fell into a dead silence.

Immediately after, there was an uproar!

“Guiling Sect?”

“Did he just say Guiling Sect? I didn’t mishear, did I? Isn’t that one of the Six Demonic Path Sects?!”

“Yan Family! What’s going on with your Yan Family Fortress! How dare you collude with the Demonic Path?!”

The Cultivators below the stage all changed their expressions drastically, their shouts of shock and anger rising and falling.

Watching their expressions of fear, anger, and disbelief, Wang Chan’s tongue lightly licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with a pathological excitement.

He enjoyed the feeling of playing with people’s minds.

He slowly raised his hands.

“Buzz—”

A dull hum reverberated through the heavens and earth!

Around the square, blood-red light barriers shot up into the sky, intertwining in mid-air to form a colossal blood-colored canopy, completely engulfing the entire mountaintop square!

A dense smell of blood and resentment assailed them, making all the Cultivators feel a pang of dread.

“Not good!”

Among the crowd, someone suddenly let out a furious roar.

“This is the Demonic Path Blood Sacrifice Formation! The Guiling Sect wants to blood sacrifice all of us! Fellow Daoists, run!”

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire scene instantly exploded!

The Cultivators who had held onto a glimmer of hope were now completely panicked.

“Blood Sacrifice Formation!”

“Run!”

Hundreds of Cultivators instantly fell into chaos, scattering in all directions.

On the high platform, Wang Chan’s brows furrowed slightly.

He was somewhat surprised. Among these short-sighted low-level Cultivators, someone could actually recognize the “Blood Spirit Formation” at a glance?

However, he did not panic.

In his opinion, this was merely the ants’ final struggle.

He sneered at the corner of his mouth, then suddenly waved his hands downwards.

Two streaks of blood Qi roared out from the Formation’s light screen, like two blood pythons, instantly coiling around the two slowest Cultivators.

“Ah—”

Amidst the shrill screams, the bodies of the two Cultivators shriveled at a visible speed, their essence blood instantly drained, turning them into two skeletal dry corpses, which were casually flung to the ground by the blood Qi.

Wang Chan smiled cruelly, his gaze locking onto two other Cultivators.

In a blink of an eye, two more dry corpses appeared on the ground.

Just as he was enjoying this slaughter feast, two streaks of Escape Light rapidly swept over from a distance, precisely the two guards he had sent out earlier.

“This is bad, Young Lord!”

One of the guards cried out in a panic, “The Formation...the Formation has a hole in it!”

The smile on Wang Chan’s face instantly froze.

“What?”

He was somewhat bewildered. The grand Formation had just been activated, what was going on? First, someone recognized the Formation, and now someone broke through it so quickly?

“How is that possible! Even I can’t break this Blood Spirit Formation in a short while!” He roared sharply.

The guard trembled all over in fear, stammering, “It...it was a few Loose Cultivators! They...they unleashed several incredibly powerful Talismans, directly blasting open a gap at the edge of the Formation! Already...already quite a few Cultivators have followed that loophole and escaped!”

“Useless!”

The stone railing beside Wang Chan was shattered into dust by his palm.

He had wanted to perform perfectly in front of Senior Cloudy Dew, how could it turn out like this!

He roared, transforming into a streak of blood-light, and was about to pursue them himself.

Before leaving, he suddenly turned his head, staring at the Yan Family Clan Chief, who had remained silent.

“Clan Chief Yan, kill all the Cultivators within the Formation, leave no one behind!”

“If you dare to disobey me...” A sinister grin flashed in Wang Chan’s eyes, “Your precious daughter will not live!”

The Yan Family Clan Chief’s face instantly turned ashen.

He had originally thought that cooperating with the Guiling Sect was a mutually beneficial partnership, but he never expected a Nascent Soul Old Ancestor to descend, completely blocking all his escape routes.

Coupled with his daughter Yan Ruyan’s strange illness, which still required the Guiling Sect’s secret techniques for healing...

“Alas…”

A long sigh, filled with regret and helplessness.

One wrong step, every step wrong!

He raised his head, his face dark, looking at the Foundation Establishment Cultivators still scurrying around below. A flicker of struggle appeared in his eyes, but it was ultimately replaced by ruthlessness.

His figure swayed, and he rushed down towards the crowd below.

...…

At the same time, among the Cultivators who had broken out of the Formation, Lin Feng was tightly holding Dong Xuan'er’s hand, blending in with them as they fled.

The Cultivator who first shouted “Blood Sacrifice Formation” was precisely the Puppet he controlled using the Great Evolution Art.

And those few Loose Cultivators who unleashed the forbidden-breaking Talismans were also chess pieces he had arranged in advance two days prior.

With his current Realm of the sixth layer of the Great Evolution Art, simultaneously controlling five or six Foundation Establishment Cultivators was still effortless.

Dong Xuan'er beside him, however, was completely bewildered.

When the blood-colored light barrier rose, her small face turned pale with fright.

And when the words “Blood Sacrifice” entered her ears, her mind went blank, completely at a loss.

Just as she was in a daze, a warm and powerful large hand tightly grasped hers.

She looked up, only to see that Lin Feng’s face showed no trace of panic, his eyes calm, as if this terrifying scene before them did not exist at all.

He pulled her, without any pause, rushing straight towards one direction.

That composure, that calmness, was like a shot in the arm, slowly calming Dong Xuan'er’s panicked heart.

She was just so bewildered, being led by Lin Feng, feeling the warmth from his palm, and looking at his resolute profile. The little deer in her heart began to beat uncontrollably.

How did she feel as if Lin Feng… as if he already knew what was going to happen.

Just as Lin Feng, with the help of dozens of Cultivators around him, was about to escape Yanliang Mountain according to his plan, everyone suddenly let out a collective cry of surprise, stopping in their tracks.

Ahead in the sky, an boundless blood cloud had appeared at some point.

The blood cloud rolled and surged, emitting a pressure that made all the Foundation Establishment Cultivators present feel their breath catch, and even the circulation of their spiritual power became sluggish.

Lin Feng’s Divine Sense probed, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Nascent Soul Stage!

Another Nascent Soul Stage!

Moreover, this pure and sinister blood Dao magical power could definitely not belong to anyone from the Seven Sects.

It was the Guiling Sect’s Old Ancestor!

“Nephew Wang Chan, such a small matter, and your second uncle has to personally come to clean up after you. It truly makes your second uncle a bit disappointed.”

A middle-aged man’s voice drifted leisurely from within the blood cloud.

As soon as the words fell, behind everyone, a small blood cloud also caught up, and as the Escape Light dispersed, it was precisely Wang Chan, his face full of anger.

He saw the boundless blood cloud in the sky, and the anger on his face instantly turned into respect, as he bowed deeply towards the blood cloud.

“Nephew pays respects to Second Uncle!”

“This time, nephew was careless. I didn’t expect that among these ants, someone could recognize the Blood Spirit Formation, and even more, several people possessed high-grade forbidden-breaking Talismans, which allowed them to exploit a loophole!”

From within the boundless blood cloud came a burst of hearty laughter. The sound waves rolled, shaking the dozens of Cultivators below, causing their Qi and blood to churn. They all hastily conjured protective spiritual light to barely stand firm.

“Hahaha, this matter isn’t entirely your fault.”

The voice from the blood cloud carried a hint of approval: “Second Uncle sensed that among these ants who escaped, there is a Core Formation Fellow Daoist hidden. If you had pursued them alone just now, you might have suffered a great loss.”

Before the words finished, the boundless blood cloud suddenly solidified.

A colossal hand formed from blood Qi appeared out of thin air, covering the sky and sun, carrying a terrifying pressure, and slowly reached out towards one person in the crowd below!

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Lin Feng’s combat power was a bit overpowered in the previous dozen chapters, making the instances somewhat uninteresting. I will modify it when I have time later~