Could it be that I am the cruel villain?

"The True Sword Immortal, just so-so. Hahaha, no matter how talented, they are nothing but blood food for the Holy Master!"

"Purple Cloud Demon Palace, do you see this? This is your fate. Anyone who dares enter this Demon Palace in the future will end up like Jiang Feng!"

Having said this, the steward named Ma Xuan finally stopped hiding his strength. A strange red glow appeared on his pale face, causing the young chief of Dragon Head Peak to shout immediately.

"Scatter quickly! He's going to burn his Essence Blood desperately!"

With this shout, the disciples who had formed into a sword array could only scatter. No matter how united they were, they still had to avoid the sharp edge of such a near self-destruction act from a Nascent Soul Stage master.

Standing proactively in the front, it must be said that Gu Miyun, as the chief of Dragon Head Peak, was indeed courageous and insightful, still willing to stand in front of many junior disciples even in such a high-risk situation.

The main reason was that during today's Martial Arts Ceremony, all the young disciples, stewards, and protectors were evenly divided into more than twenty groups scattered in different corners of the Zixiao Mountain.

On ordinary days, reinforcements would probably have arrived by now, especially with such a big commotion, but the opponent happened to choose such a delicate timing like the Martial Arts Ceremony.

With a somewhat anxious expression, he understood that the longer the delay, the worse the situation, with the main peak being at least dozens of miles away, even the nearest Martial Arts Arena was still ten miles away, not to mention those young disciples might not even know what was happening here.

Ma Xuan wore a smug smile. He had been lurking in the Purple Cloud Palace for many years to figure out the routine here, and finally found that the Nine Peaks Martial Arts Tournament was the best opportunity.

The Peak Masters and elders had been discussing day and night about the disciples' future paths and training.

Half of the stewards and protectors had gone to the various Martial Arts Arenas to maintain order, while the other half were responsible for guarding the Mountain Gate, taking care of the various entrances and exits around the mountain.

This was when the defense of the entire Purple Cloud Palace was at its tightest, yet ironically it was also at its emptiest since normally, this kind of power wouldn't be split into dozens scattered around the Mountain Gate.

"Hahahaha!"

"Blood Jade's Erosion, endless delusion!"

"Draw the prison with bones, offer blood in sacrifice, the Nine Yin Heaven Net Array, Rise! Today, none of you shall escape!"

"Holy Master, Holy Master! Xuan Maer has been dormant for many years waiting for today, and finally, I have waited, the Purple Cloud Demon Palace is now a sea of blood, Holy Master, are you satisfied..."

The sky changed color.

The Nascent Soul almost seemed to tear out of the body, that fierce and terrifying look making one's expression change drastically. The Nascent Soul, which should have been smooth, round, and entirely glistening white or golden, was covered in blood as it crawled out of Deacon Ma's stomach at this moment.

Expression ferocious, clearly resembling a blood infant, even though at the Nascent Soul Stage peak, a master of his level performing such a desperate act while disregarding his own life, was truly terrifying.

If someone of the same realm or a higher realm might not care or might have been prepared in advance, but this Nine Peaks Martial Arts Tournament was ultimately the main stage for the younger third-generation disciples, or even the fourth-generation disciples.

Ma Xuan also knew well that once he had chosen to act here, there was no possibility of any hope of survival, even the Nascent Soul after death would be imprisoned, perhaps interrogated for related information about the sect.

Rather than that, it would be better to burn out the Nascent Soul here and now.

A frenzied expression and movement truly struck fear into hearts, and even Gu Miyun could only temporarily avoid the overwhelming rain of blood, which corroded the earth like sulfuric acid, wherever it touched was eroded nearly completely.

From a distance, several Divine Senses and auras were already approaching quickly, but the speed was still somewhat slow, this turmoil had only lasted for a few minutes, even if the sect responded quickly, it was impossible to reach directly, as Gu Miyun was about to risk his life to stop the other side with the opening axe raised.

"What is that..."

A dazzling blue light swept across the sky like a meteor, heading in the direction of Swordmaster Peak.

"Master Liu... no, it's not, it's it?"

Upon seeing clearly the meteor coming from afar, Gu Miyun's expression froze for a moment and then a hint of joy flashed across, subconsciously looking around to find that the junior disciples had already wisely chosen to scatter.

There was no mundane power inside the Martial Arts Arena, after all such a big mess had occurred, self-preservation was naturally the first reaction.

Thus Gu Miyun hesitated no more, rapidly retreating, his heart pounding as he felt the overwhelming presence of spiritual energy, even from hundreds of meters away with his back turned, he could feel the terrifying temperature.

Such pure energy could only be condensed by a Spiritual Beast.

Boom——

In the instant of leaping out, the crimson sky was entirely covered by the blue spiritual energy.

Blood rain filled the sky and steam rose, the body grew larger and larger in mid-air, transforming directly into a form more than three meters high, the wingspan as wide as two stories!

Originally appearing cute, Ao Qing's small paws directly extended sharp claws, and if observed closely, one would notice the intricate patterns on Ao Qing's claws, innate rather than acquired.

"Roar!!!"

From this feline creature, a simple swipe of a paw.

Anyone who had taken a blow could understand the despair that came with it, a body weighing thousands of pounds falling freely from a height of hundreds of meters, a paw swipe sent Deacon Ma, who was unleashing Essence Blood and spitting poison, directly underground.

Judging by the depth of the claw and the cracked ground, he was likely buried seven or eight meters underground.

The blood rain was almost nothing before Ao Qing, allowing the blood rain to corrode its body, it simply shook its fur free from the contamination, as for the enormous energy that Deacon Ma exploded, it didn't even elicit any reaction from Ao Qing.

This is the allure of numbers.

The immense explosion from landing nearly flipped the entire Martial Arts Arena, the blue spiritual energy burning wildly, the physical difference between Spiritual Beasts and humans seen here was terrifying, if judged by human realms, both Ao Qing and Deacon Ma were Nascent Soul Stage peaks, even if there was a power gap, they should at least manage to exchange some blows.

But reality...

Bang!

The claws plunged directly into the flesh, dragging Ma Xuan out from underground, smashing him onto the ground with force several times, internal organs, blood, and bones flew everywhere, a shocking sight, finally flinging him with force!

Like tossing garbage into the corner, his fate unknown.

"Roar—"

The sound was low, it too had sensed the anomaly with Jiang Feng here at the first moment, but as a Spiritual Beast, it could only watch helplessly at the massive glazed glass cover, not even an explosion of such catastrophe could break it, evident that this object was, as Ma Xuan claimed, crafted by the Sect Leader of Xuanyin Sect personally.

"Cough, cough... Sister Ao Qing, do you have a way to break this object."

A careful look showed it was Gu Miyun who had lunged out from the side, with a wry smile on his face, despite launching out in time, the great impact still bounced him five or six meters away, his internal organs churning uncomfortably like turbulent seas.

Thankfully he wasn't injured, this was unfortunate fortune, glancing at the corner, discovering that Deacon Ma, who had sacrificed his blood and bones entirely, didn't even manage to hold up for a moment before Sister Ao Qing.

Yet, it mostly was because the opponent had burnt out all power.

The boiling blood mist around was covered by the azure flame, fire being the best way to eliminate poison mist, whether it was ordinary poison or blood poison, the entire Martial Arts Arena was scorched by blue spiritual energy, prickling sounds everywhere.

Under its influence, the blood mist had lost all its threat, but in the face of Gu Miyun's questioning, Ao Qing could only shake its enormous head.

It was also powerless.

"In that case, we can only wait for the elders to come to the rescue, just hope Jiang Feng can hold on here..."

Whoosh!

Mouth opened wide.

With no warning, Ao Qing actually directly opened its bloodthirsty maw and swallowed Gu Miyun!

No, it was held in its mouth.

Even the latter paused, not because of a lack of response, but he could feel this sister's lack of malice, knowing that Ao Qing had entered the sect decades earlier than he did, even training with the ancestor.

But, in the next second.