On the wall of the villa, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Qin Yu and others.
"He does have some skills. He was able to wipe out the Luo family's assassination department by himself, but that's all."
The man spoke with contempt, as if he didn't care about Qin Yu's methods at all.
Very domineering.
Qin Yu raised his eyes and, with the help of the moonlight, he could see the appearance of the person who came.
The man was wearing a blood-red robe and had white hair, but his face looked like he was twenty years old. He had black pupils, a black sword, and an imposing aura.
There was a cold aura emanating from his whole body, with a smile on his lips and a thin face, giving people a weird feeling.
Not only that, the strong blood energy from this person made it difficult to breathe.
"This man... killed a lot of people." Long Hao said in a deep voice.
He could feel the bloody smell emanating from the other person.
It was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, extremely horrifying.
"Junior, are you Qin Yu?" the man asked in a cold voice, his tone sounding like he was questioning and condescending.
"I'll give you two choices. One, hand over the treasure you just got, and I'll let you die a quick death."
"Second, let me, the Blood-robed Demon, use the blood pool to refine your mind and body, then turn you into a puppet, and then take away your treasure."
After this man finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and showed a look of contempt.
"Model worker studying medicine? What the hell?" Qin Yu repeated.
I thought, this guy is stupid, right?
How come I gave myself the name of a model worker?
"Puchi..." Gong Rou had just walked down from the balcony and couldn't help laughing out loud when she heard Qin Yu's words.
My junior fellow apprentice's sharp tongue is becoming more and more sophisticated.
But after she finished laughing, her face turned gloomy.
As luck would have it, she had actually heard of the title of "model worker among medical students".
"Junior brother, be careful, this guy is not simple." Gong Rou reminded in a low voice.
Qin Yu looked at his senior sister in surprise: "Senior sister, do you know this model worker?"
Gong Rou nodded and said, "Well, didn't something happen to the Dragon Group a few days ago? Senior Brother gave me a list containing information about hidden families. I was planning to give it to you today, but I didn't expect it to come in handy."
"How did you get this information, brother?"
"Of course, it was the information obtained by the Shenmen Bureau, the intelligence organization of the Twelve Masters."
"There's this organization?"
"Yes, you also brought a token, didn't you? You can drive it too."
After Gong Rou finished speaking, Qin Yu smacked his lips.
After he came down the mountain, he rarely used the organizations of his hundred masters. Except for Wolong Pavilion, he had almost no contact with the others.
I didn't expect that there would be such an intelligence organization.
Qin Yu thought to himself: It seems I will have to use it more in the future.
"Then tell me, who is this model worker?" Qin Yu said lightly.
His tone was full of disdain, as if he didn't care about this person at all.
"You haven't even heard of my name, how dare you be so calm?" The Blood-Clothed Old Demon was immediately unhappy. He was the elder of the Blood-Colored Palace, but he was looked down upon like this.
And the one who looked down on him was just a boy from the secular world.
"Who do you think you are? You're just an old dog, and you're not worthy enough for me to know?" Qin Yu retorted with a sneer.
The blood-stained old demon frowned immediately, the blood in his body surging, and murderous intent filled the air: "What did you say!"
Qin Yu said coldly: "Isn't it? Being driven by others, isn't it a dog?"
"Junior brother, step back. I'll deal with this old fellow." Gong Rou stood in front of Qin Yu and said in a serious tone, "This fellow is from the Blood Palace, one of the six major sects of the Eight Great Powers, Six Great Gates, and Three Schools of Paradise Island..."
Gong Rou explained patiently.
The Blood Palace, one of the top forces on Paradise Island, specializes in murder and robbery. However, this is not the most terrifying thing about the Blood Palace. The most terrifying thing is the martial arts they practice.
Rumor has it that all members of the Blood Palace can sacrifice the minds and bodies of warriors, transforming the warriors' cultivation into their own essence, thereby increasing their strength.
"You know quite a bit about our Blood Palace. Now that you know how terrifying it is, I advise you to hand over that treasure. I will let you die quickly." The Blood-Clothed Demon sneered, his eyes like lightning and his voice full of chill.
"Don't worry, I still have a strong sense of professional ethics. After you die, I won't take action against your friends."
Qin Yu was about to speak when the weapon spirit's voice spoke before him: "Boy, this old fellow's blood is so rich. Killing him would be comparable to the blood and energy of ten... no, a hundred powerful spirit-transforming masters!"
The spirit's voice was filled with excitement, as if the thing in front of him was a hot commodity.
"One hundred?" Qin Yu's eyes lit up: "Is it because his realm is relatively high?"
"No, it's just that the old fellow's cultivation method is strange. It seems to be a fragment of a certain method and is not complete." The weapon spirit shook his head and pondered for a while, then said, "I can't tell. You have to force him to take action, then I can see it."
"Okay." Qin Yu agreed.
Then he looked at the blood-stained old demon in front of him and sneered, "Hand over the treasure? With a mere ant like you?"
Ant?
The Blood-Clothed Demon was stunned, his eyes full of astonishment. How could he, the dignified Blood-Clothed Demon, be called an ant by an unknown kid?
Even the heads of the noble families in Paradise Island would respectfully address him as "Senior Blood-Clothed" when they saw him!
"Seeking your own death!"
The blood-clothed old demon's eyes turned cold and he sneered.
His figure disappeared in an instant, and in the blink of an eye he appeared in front of Qin Yu, with surging blood and energy.
The whole body of the blood-clothed old demon was covered in the smell of blood. He punched out, and the shadow of a skull emerged with a terrifying roar, opened its huge mouth, and swallowed Qin Yu.
Qin Yu smiled slightly and stretched out a finger to deal with the attack of the blood-clothed demon.
Seeing this scene, the Blood-robed Demon's eyes were cold and he sneered, "My skeleton hand is not something you can resist with just one finger. Arrogant boy, I hope you will perish!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the fist landed.
The next second, his pupils suddenly contracted and his eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he saw.
"Bang!"
Qin Yu broke through the roaring and terrifying blood-thirsty force with just one finger, and it turned into nothingness, as if it had never appeared.
“You…! What…?”
Before he could finish his words, someone pinched his neck.
"You are too weak, go to hell." Qin Yu was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and was about to take action.
The Blood-Clothed Demon was panicked and begged for mercy: "Don't... don't kill me, I'll get out of here!!!"
"Boy, don't kill him. I can see that his martial arts is indeed incomplete. The complete martial arts is called Blood Magic, which was created by an ancient powerful man named Blood Demon. If you can get the fragments, it may be useful to you." The voice of the weapon spirit also came.
Qin Yu then stopped and looked at the Blood-robed Old Demon and said, "Hand over the technique, or you will die."
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