Jiang Daoyuan has been concentrating on cultivation these years, and all the affairs of the sect have been handled by Jiang Wenzhen, so he does not know Xiang Sheng.
But this arrogant and domineering attitude made him instantly see a familiar shadow behind the unfamiliar face.
"Ten Thousand Swords Supreme..."
Thinking of the trick he had been tricked by this person a few months ago, Jiang Daoyuan couldn't help but grit his teeth, feeling a sense of humiliation in his heart.
Today, his situation was hopeless. He was surrounded by the Lord of Baihua Valley and the Lord of Guimu Valley. But this Si Wu Yue, a mere Jindan junior, actually dared to climb over his head and poop and pee. This was really too much!
"Please be patient, fellow Daoist."
Yin Lu, the master of Baihua Valley, suddenly stepped forward and stood in front of Xiang Sheng, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.
She had seen from afar the astonishing scene of Xiang Sheng stirring magma in the earth's core and fighting fiercely with Duan Chengtong, so naturally she would not underestimate her like Jiang Daoyuan did.
However, considering Xiang Sheng's previous rude remarks, it was difficult for Yin Lu to put on a good face, so he said in a neutral tone:
"Fellow Daoist Xiang, I know a little bit about the feud between you and Fengyue Sect. The root of the problem is not Jiang Daoyuan, but the true disciple Wan Lingmo.
Regarding today's situation, I hope you won't interfere, just watch from the sidelines."
Xiang Sheng turned his head, his scarlet pupils filled with hostility as he looked at Yin Lu indifferently.
Yin Lu was startled by what he saw. Just as he was about to add a few words, Xiang Sheng suddenly grinned, revealing his white teeth, and said in a relaxed tone, "Okay!"
As he spoke, Xiang Sheng stood up and took two steps back, his intention to watch the show being obvious.
Yin Lu couldn't stand Xiang Sheng's attitude, but at the same time he felt relieved. He turned his gaze and looked back at Jiang Daoyuan.
"Master Jiang."
Yin Lu's old, bark-like hands gripped the dragon-headed cane tightly, a sneer on his face. "In today's battle, ninety percent of your sect's elders perished, even the great elder Jiang Wenzhen. If I were you, I would have committed suicide long ago. How could I have the nerve to continue living in this world?"
"The victor is the king and the loser is the bandit!"
Jiang Daoyuan snorted coldly, "Today I admit defeat, but as long as I am alive, Fengyue Sect will not be dead! You two teamed up to kill me, but you are still a little short."
As he spoke, Jiang Daoyuan looked past Yin Lu and towards Jiang Yi, giving him a cold smile: "Valley Master Jiang is indeed an ancient cultivator. He was able to protect both sects with just a mirror. But you've held on for such a long time, you must have reached your limit, right?"
Jiang Yi remained calm upon hearing this, and said calmly, "Don't worry, Sect Master. Although my cultivation hasn't fully recovered, it's enough to last until you die."
"How shameless!"
Jiang Daoyuan waved his hand, sweeping his sleeve across the storage ring, revealing a blood-red severed finger. "I want to see how strong your Feishuang Mirror is under the bloody finger!"
Seeing the blood-red severed finger, Yin Lu's expression changed slightly, but he was not surprised. Without saying anything, he offered up a blood-red severed finger, "Your family isn't the only one that has blood-red fingers!"
Zhong Yishan narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not use the bloody finger belonging to Guimu Valley. Instead, he hid his figure in the void.
Jiang Daoyuan laughed loudly, not caring about Zhong Yishan's actions at all.
He stretched out his hand and patted his lower abdomen, and the Nascent Soul immediately emerged from his Dantian. He opened his mouth and spat out a ball of blood, which sank into his bloody finger. Then he controlled the bloody finger to collide with Yin Lu's.
There are five blood fingers in total, which were divided up from a bloody severed palm by the five major sects in the past. The power contained in them far exceeds the full force attack of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Now that the two blood fingers collide, the power that erupts must be astonishing. As long as he can blast a crack in the Feishuang Mirror, he can escape from the predicament and escape!
When the time comes, he will return to Fengyue Sect and activate the sect's formation. Who can do anything to him?
Just as this thought came to Jiang Daoyuan's mind, he saw that the blood finger he had sacrificed suddenly dissipated and turned into nothingness before it even touched the one in Baihua Valley.
Not to mention the power to blow up the Feishuang Mirror, it couldn't even produce a single shock wave.
"Wh…what's going on?"
Jiang Daoyuan was stunned, his eyes full of disbelief.
And at the moment when he was stunned, Zhong Yishan suddenly appeared behind him silently, and with a flash of cold knife light, it pierced into Jiang Daoyuan's vital points on the back of the head and the vest, all the way to the handle.
The cool touch spread throughout my body along the blade.
Jiang Daoyuan looked down and saw the flashing tip of the knife, his eyes filled with confusion, "Why..."
He still didn't understand why the bloody finger dissipated without releasing any power?
If the two fingers collided, the shock wave that erupted would be enough to drive anyone away from him, and Zhong Yishan would have no chance of killing him at all.
Zhong Yishan knew it a long time ago?
Jiang Daoyuan suddenly understood something and his eyes widened.
"It seems you remembered."
Zhong Yishan's words were icy cold, as if blowing from the underworld. "Your Fengyue Sect's Blood Finger was swapped out when you attacked and killed my father. The real Blood Finger is in my hands."
Zhong Yishan said this, pulled out the blade, and stabbed it into Jiang Daoyuan's Dantian again, "Remember? This is how you did it. You turned against me and attacked me, destroying my father's Dantian."
Zhong Yishan pulled out the knife that had been stuck in the back of his head and plunged it into his throat. He calmly recounted, "It went into the back of my neck, severing my father's head and crushing his Nascent Soul."
"But there's one thing you'd never guess. My father has reached the Second Nascent Soul stage and is extremely skilled at hiding it."
Zhong Yishan reached out and pulled out Jiang Daoyuan's Nascent Soul. Seeing the Nascent Soul's eyes filled with fear and pleading for mercy, a smile appeared on his face. "Jiang Daoyuan, I want to thank you very much. If you hadn't taken refuge in the Underworld, I don't know how long I would have had to endure before I could bring your head to pay homage at my father's grave."
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