Monarch Night

Fang Che, shocked and amazed, carefully studied the Blood Burning Skill, only to understand... this damn thing has a huge connection with the Blood Demon’s Divine Sense.

The Blood Demon is a demon primarily focused on controlling blood.

All kinds of blood changes have long fused into his body and Divine Sense!

And Fang Che first killed Lin Ao and obtained the Divine Formless Jade; he thus swallowed half of the Blood Demon’s Divine Sense that was on Lin Ao; then burned Lin Pingjiang, swallowing the Divine Power of the Blood Demon on Lin Pingjiang as well.

Finally, he devoured the Divine Thought within the Wuxiang Jade...

Which means the entire Blood Evil Demon Lord was devoured by Fang Che without leaving a trace!

The Blood Burning Skill, as the name implies, is the burning of blood for power.

Basically, from the moment Fang Che devoured the last trace of Divine Thought from the Blood Demon... his Blood Burning Skill naturally soared to the top, mastering it without a teacher!

It’s not hard to understand that with the Blood Demon’s level of cherishing life, the first skill he cultivated to the top level was the Blood Burning Skill, and after reaching the top level, he put infinite thought into improving it to ensure he could escape timely under any circumstances...

Fang Che himself was confused.

What kind of unexpected serendipity is this?

Pouring all focus and energy into attacking yet reaching the pinnacle of escape skills...

And only now did he understand the real plan of the Blood Demon: forcefully sacrificing Lin Pingjiang, himself possessing Lin’s near-death body with soul and Divine Formless Jade, then swallowing Lin’s near-death Divine Sense and soul, forming double insurance: half Divine Soul on Lin Pingjiang and half on the Divine Formless Jade.

No matter what, he wouldn’t die.

Slowly waiting for a suitable Lin family bloodline to appear, transferring part of the Divine Soul into the newborn, gradually and slowly devouring the infant soul with growth.

The more devoured there, the more lost of one’s own nature, the more demonic control, and the more the Divine Soul transferred to the newborn.

But for safety’s sake, part is still hidden in the Divine Formless Jade — ensuring that under any circumstances, this jade can resurrect him, even after ten thousand years.

On the other hand... in Lin Pingjiang’s body, which holds the title of Hero of the Continent as an amulet, at least the Guardian won’t intervene. This also guarantees safety.

So for him, even if Lin Ao died, it didn’t matter.

No matter whose hand the jade falls into, it still has a master! Even if you obtain it, you can’t fuse with it!

It just looks like a strange piece of jade, that’s all.

As long as you put it away, or keep it, naturally, the Blood Demon’s soul will take the chance to transfer underground with the jade, then transfer who knows how deep in the earth... without a trace, waiting for resurrection.

For you, it’s just a piece of jade you can do without. But for the Blood Demon, it’s a grand resurrection!

In advance, attack or defense, no matter what, there’s always a glimmer of hope for survival!

But what the Blood Demon never expected was... encountering such a freak like Fang Che.

And this guy somehow has the Divine Formless Jade, and himself has already received a great benefit from the Divine Formless Jade!

This in itself has attraction... resulting in nowhere to hide...

Completely fulfilling Fang Che!

If the Blood Demon knew the cause, effect, and all the inside information, he’d probably shout "dying with unavenged grievances" like the Dream Demon!

Because Fang Che didn’t do it intentionally... he completely got it by coincidence.

The Dream Demon crawled into Fang Che’s sea of consciousness of its own accord, while the Blood Demon was directly and muddle-headedly captured. Even Fang Che himself was muddle-headed...

But the result is the same.

Come evening.

Fang Che arranged for Ye Meng to go to sleep.

He quietly left the door, just stepping out of the yard, and suddenly felt a white mist before his eyes; he was already sucked into the Absolute Domain by the long-waiting Sun Wutian.

"Why did you come out only now!"

Sun Wutian immediately appeared in the domain, scolding with a dark face.

"Disciple is at fault."

Fang Che admitted bluntly.

Anyway, the Old Demon is displeased, and whatever defense he makes is useless, admitting fault straightforwardly; then just lay flat.

Scold as you like.

Just don’t kill me, and I’m fine with anything!

Sun Wutian indeed scolded him fiercely, but it wasn’t too harsh.

It was evident that the Old Demon was in an extremely bad mood, and Fang Che wisely listened with hands down.

His expression was fearful, eyes terrified, body shivering, showing that he was frightened, but in his heart, it was all calm and sure.

Finally, after half a quarter of an hour, Sun Wutian finally scolded, "Damn, you can’t live without playing with women every day, can you?"

"..."

Fang Che was speechless.

I was honest last night.

Ten out of twelve days, I was honest.

"Three hours at a time!" Sun Wutian scolded: "You have quite the endurance!"

"..."

Fang Che’s eyes looked at his nose, his nose at his heart.

"Really can’t bother to scold you!"

Sun Wutian sighed a breath.

Fang Che also felt relieved, seemed like... he finished scolding.

You even counted this as not bothering to scold me, for more than that half a quarter of an hour, without repeating, constantly spitting like someone who hasn’t conversed with anyone for thousands of years...

"Let’s talk business."

Sun Wutian said blandly: "Now you display the Hen Tian Blade for me to see with full power, once again."

"Yes, disciple will comply."

Fang Che drew the sword, and suddenly resentment filled the sky, fierce flames streaking the ground!

Whizz, whizz, whizz...

After finishing the set of the Hentian Heavenly Thirteenth form, Fang Che used ninety percent of his power; but in the eyes of Sun Wutian, an expert, it was already evident that the power of Fang Che’s Hen Tian Blade had shown a slight improvement compared to the last time they sparred.