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Unexplainable events are the most eerie and the most terrifying.

Not to mention that the man couldn't understand, even if Li Xiaoyao woke up and saw it, he wouldn't be able to make sense of it either.

The presence of the shadow figure made the man hesitant to act recklessly, his Broken Sword seeming like a life-stealing weapon which, he feared, would sever his head with just a little more proximity.

Nangong Yan saw the man's wariness and sneered internally. With this level of courage, he dares to take the initiative to attack?

"What's going on?" Huang Yi looked up and saw the man standing foolishly in front of Li Xiaoyao, like a statue, and couldn't help but frown and bark, "Liu Mang, why are you zoning out? Kill him!"

The heart-palpitating energy continued to rise, making Huang Yi feel extremely uncomfortable.

Liu Mang had a hard time explaining his predicament, so he could only turn around and shout, "This kid is a bit tricky."

"Tricky?" Huang Yi was taken aback, then scolded angrily, "No matter how tricky, he's just a minor Cultivator. A Spirit Condensation Realm isn't enough for you to handle?"

Liu Mang's face turned red with Huang Yi's words, bit his teeth, and said, "I just wanted to see what tricks this kid had up his sleeves."

"No matter what tricks he has, what you need to do now is kill him." Huang Yi's voice boomed out in anger. Although Li Yunchen and Li Tinghai, the two old fellows, were weaker in terms of cultivation level, the brothers had been close for decades. Even if he had spells, he couldn't keep using them without a break, so for the time being, he couldn't gain the upper hand.

From the high ground, as Liu Mang looked at the black figure in front of Li Xiaoyao, his heart became more uneasy. His intuition told him it was best not to attack, but in the current situation, if he didn't act, Huang Yi would continue to urge him, and the other powers watching below would surely mock him.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Liu Mang gritted his teeth and thought, "I am a rank-one Spirit Condensation Realm spell master, capable of summoning ghosts and gods. Can't I deal with a junior? Humph!"

"Pretending to be a god or ghost, if you think this will cow me, then you're too naive." Liu Mang's gaze hardened, he bit the tip of his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

As the blood from the tip of his tongue spilled out, hovering in front of him, Liu Mang's hands were rapidly forming hand signs, the terrifying energy within those signs warping the space in front of him, which was quite frightening.

Nangong Yan, standing not far away, furrowed his brow slightly, feeling somewhat concerned.

The changes in Li Xiaoyao were certainly surprising, but at the end of the day, he was at the critical juncture of a forced cultivation breakthrough. Liu Mang was a strong Spirit Condensation Realm expert. If he attacked recklessly, could the mysterious shadow withstand it? Who could be sure?

"Pfft!"

Li Xiaoyao, who was in the middle of a forced breakthrough, suddenly spat out blood unexpectedly, startling Nangong Yan.

Seeing this, Liu Mang felt even more confident, and he laughed wildly, "Boy, go to hell!"

The energy of the hand signs all converged on the droplet of blood, making it shine with a dazzling bloody light. A heart-palpitating energy radiated from it, its powerful aura forcing Nangong Yan to take a half step back.

"This aura!" Nangong Yan's expression changed slightly. He knew he could not wait any longer. If he pinned all his hope on that dark shadow, the risk was too great.

But just as he was about to act, Liu Mang's attack had already taken shape.

The droplet of blood filled with energy grew to the size of a fist. The destructive power contained within sent tremors through Nangong Yan's body.

Liu Mang took out a black flute, a strand of black soul answer his call, drifting out from the flute. Under Liu Mang's guidance, it swallowed the essence blood whole.

"Roar!"

As the soul devoured the essence blood, its size swelled dramatically, from just over a meter to more than five meters in length. Its massive form cast a shadow in the sky.

Liu Mang chuckled darkly a few times, looking at Li Xiaoyao, who was clearly injured during the breakthrough, and commanded, "Devour him!"

Nangong Yan stared at the soul figure, his eyelids twitching, "Is this... the Devouring Demon Technique?"

"Oh? You do have some knowledge, to recognize the secret technique of the Rakshasa Sect," Liu Mang tilted his chin proudly, a smug expression on his face. "Indeed, this is the Devouring Demon Technique."

Hearing Liu Mang openly admit it, Nangong Yan's heart immediately sank.

As a member of the Nangong Family from the eight factions of Xuan Country, Nangong Yan had some understanding of the secrets of the Rakshasa Sect, such as the Devouring Demon Technique before his eyes.

The so-called Devouring Demon Technique was an exceedingly vicious secret technique.

This secret technique required one to nourish a ghost minion with their own blood essence, commonly referred to as "raising a little ghost."

The most suitable little ghosts were those who had met their demise at full moon, and if one was fortunate enough to obtain a little ghost that perished on the day of the Ghost Festival, it was considered the pinnacle.

The nurturing of a little ghost required fresh blood for sustenance.

Among different types of blood, human blood was the best, and if one wished to raise a little ghost to maturity, an oceanic amount of fresh blood was necessary.

Under such tremendous investment, the strength of the little ghost would reach a terrifying level.

For example, Liu Mang's little ghost, paired with his fresh blood, was almost stronger than Liu Mang himself.

During combat with an enemy, releasing the little ghost meant that the opponent was essentially fighting two cultivators with similar cultivation levels. Such an advantage, just thinking about it was thrilling.

But no matter how powerful the little ghost became, it couldn't conceal the fact that this was a malevolent technique.

"Roar!"

The little ghost, upon hearing the command, let out an infuriated roar to the sky, radiating an overwhelming evil intent that sent shivers down one's spine.

The little ghost exploded into action, charging at Li Xiaoyao. Within the black mist, one could vaguely see the little ghost had an innocuous and adorable face, but its large eyes were already filled with blood, brimming with the intent to kill.

Li Xiaoyao was at a critical juncture in his breakthrough. The fresh blood he had spit out earlier was not due to any damage to his veins or arteries, but rather because the energy within his body was too rich, and he was unable to refine it all at once, having no choice but to expel it from his body in the form of blood.

The soul of the Orochi couldn't be refined in a short period, so Li Xiaoyao focused on refining several Golden Cores instead.

The refinement of the Golden Cores was much faster compared to the soul of the Orochi. In the blink of an eye, he had already refined two, with two more remaining.

Li Xiaoyao's cultivation level was too strong; even before he had forcibly broken through, he had already reached the second stage of the Golden Core Realm. During the process of refining the Orochi's soul, he condensed a third Golden Core. However, even after refining two more Golden Cores, he was still unable to condense the fourth Golden Core.

If he were to refine the remaining two Golden Cores, perhaps he might be able to condense the fourth Golden Core.

Li Xiaoyao immersed himself in refining the Golden Cores, preparing for his breakthrough. He was oblivious to everything that was happening outside and had no energy to spare for anything else.

As the third Golden Core was successfully refined, the fourth Golden Core in his Dantian had already turned to an earthy yellow, on the brink of forming.

Before him, the little ghost, with its towering resentment, opened its bloody jaws wide and bit down towards Li Xiaoyao's head.

The shadow in front remained immobile, like a statue, but just as the little ghost approached, it suddenly moved.

The shadow, grasping Broken Sword, thrust and hacked in a most basic chopping motion, one that didn't even stir the slightest momentum.

Yet such a simple strike caused the fiercely grotesque little ghost to tremble. Its massive soul abruptly halted in midair, frantically seeking to flee.

But it was too late.

"Pff!"

This one strike clove the little ghost in two, and the corrosive nature of the Sword Qi rapidly weakened the little ghost's spirit, vanishing from sight at a terrifying speed.

[Can't hold on any longer, too sleepy, only four chapters today.]