Chapter 920: Invincible Brother Jiu!
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It was as if in the blink of an eye, Master Sang had become another person… No, to be precise, another Blood Rakshasa.
This was much stronger than the half-baked Blood Asura who had only relied on sucking a little of the Rakshasa King’s blood to advance. His nails turned black, and his forehead and lips began to turn greenish-black bit by bit. The veins on his forehead bulged, and even his body swelled rapidly because he had endured a huge internal energy.
The expressions of the experts present changed. They did not understand what was going on. Why did Master Sang become a Blood Rakshasa under the beating of Little Rakshasa?
Little Rakshasa matched his fingers and seemed to be suspecting that he had beaten him to this state.
“Ah—” The process of becoming a Blood Rakshasa was not easy. Master Sang let out a miserable scream.
Little Rakshasa lay on Yan Jiuchao’s back, his little hand covering his eyes.
“Why are you covering your eyes when he’s shouting?” Yan Jiuchao asked indifferently.
Little Rakshasa paused, took down his little hand, and covered his little ears.
A few incomparably powerful auras surged around Master Sang, wrapping around him layer by layer like silk. Master Sikong originally planned to ambush him when his advancement was incomplete, but before the cold arrows he released could touch a single strand of Master Sang’s hair, they were shattered by those powerful auras.
Master Sikong frowned. “What’s going on? Why did a perfectly fine person suddenly became a Blood Rakshasa?”
Sikong Changfeng pondered for a moment and said, “It shouldn’t be sudden. He’s already prepared. It’s just that… he didn’t meet the right time.”
“What do you mean?” Master Sikong asked in confusion.
Sikong Changfeng said, “Little Rakshasa’s blood core was taken away by Sang Zhonghua. I originally thought that he used the blood core to make those Blood
Asuras, but from the looks of it, I’m afraid he used that blood core himself.”
Master Sikong frowned slightly. “But he didn’t show any Blood Rakshasa aura just now?”
This was also what Sikong Changfeng was puzzled about. Logically speaking, after Master Sang took the Blood Core, he should have the Blood Rakshasa’s aura on him. However, until just now, they did not sense any abnormality about the Blood Rakshasa.
Actually, it was not only them. Even Master Sang did not expect things to develop like this. After he brought the Blood Rakshasa’s Blood Core back to the Sang Family, he indeed ate the core with the pills. Those pills could minimize the rejection of the Blood Core in his body. However, he did not expect that the Blood Core did not react at all in his body.
This made him suspect that he had picked up the wrong Blood Core. Those experts felt intense pain in their meridians after swallowing a little of the Rakshasa King’s blood, while he had swallowed an entire Blood Core. No matter what, there should be a reaction.
It was not until he was beaten up by Little Rakshasa that the blood core in his body seemed to have sensed the aura of the previous owner and finally stimulated its greatest potential. Furthermore, it was stimulated by the Longevity Technique and instantly pushed Master Sang to the peak of his realm.
“Not good, he’s still breaking through!” Master Sikong frowned because of the nauseating smell of blood in the air. Under the smell of blood were countless unknown killing intent.
“You…” Sikong Changfeng turned to look at Yan Jiuchao. He naturally could not deal with this big fellow with his own abilities, but didn’t Yan Jiuchao know the Longevity Technique? He should quickly kill him while Master Sang’s aura was unstable!
Could it be that he wanted to keep it and wait for him to become another Rakshasa King?
“Look!” A guard from the Sikong family exclaimed.
Sikong Changfeng and everyone looked at Master Sang in unison. At this moment, he was already so swollen that he was no longer his original appearance. However, he still seemed to be unsatisfied. He took out a small medicine bottle, removed the cork, and poured a large wave of black pills into his mouth.
The unbelievable happened.
Master Sang… had broken through!
“Ra-Rakshasa King?!” This time, it was Master Sikong who staggered and almost fell to the ground. “What exactly did he eat? How did he break through to the Rakshasa King realm?”
Sikong Changfeng said, “I don’t think he has completely broken through. He used the secret medicine to temporarily increase his strength. After the effect of the medicine passes, he will go crazy and die from the backlash of his strength.”
Back then, he had done the same crazy thing to protect the Nether Mountain. If Yan Jiuchao hadn’t taken action in time, he would have already destroyed the Nether Mountain and himself.
Master Sikong also recalled that painful memory. He said with lingering fears, “Is he planning to die with us?”
“I’m afraid so…” Sikong Changfeng gripped the long sword in his hand tightly.
Master Sikong was anxious. “Even the Ancestor can’t kill the Rakshasa King, let alone us.”
Sikong Changfeng said, “The knockout medicine can only last for five minutes. After that, he will explode and die. We just have to not be caught by him before that.’
It was easy to say, but how could it escape so easily under the nose of the mighty Rakshasa King?
As expected, before they could even take a step forward, they were nailed to the ground by Master Sang’s Rakshasa King pressure.
Little Rakshasa hugged Yan Jiuchao’s neck, indicating that he was also extremely afraid!
Yan Jiuchao did not react.
Sikong Changfeng thought to himself that this was bad. Yan Jiuchao was probably also suppressed. Among them, Yan Jiuchao’s internal energy was the deepest and he was proficient in the Longevity Technique. He was the only chance to restrain the Rakshasa King. However, if Yan Jiuchao could not do it, they would not even have a chance to escape.
After Master Sang controlled the situation, he was not in a hurry to deal with those ants. Instead, he pounced straight at Little Rakshasa hiding behind Yan Jiuchao!
“Ji ji ji ji ji ji!” Little Rakshasa was so frightened that he was dumbfounded. In a flash, he pulled open Yan Jiuchao’s lapel and buried his head in his arms, leaving only his little buttock exposed.
Master Sang grabbed his little butt. No sooner said than done, Yan Jiuchao’s eyes turned cold. His robe surged without wind, and the powerful longevity technique suddenly increased.
Level Six, Level Seven, Level Eight… Level… Level Nine! !!
In just a few days, he had actually broken through to the ninth level of the Longevity Technique?!
Wait, his aura was still rising.
Sikong Changfeng did not know what realm it was. His understanding of the
Longevity Technique was only so much, but he was sure that Yan Jiuchao’s Longevity Technique had reached a realm that even Ancestor Sikong could not break through.
The smell of blood in the air was instantly replaced by a clean aura like snowflakes.
Master Sang was furious. He gave up on Little Rakshasa and instead strangled Yan Jiuchao!
Yan Jiuchao reached out unhurriedly. His slender fingertip moved slightly, and an internal energy of the Longevity Technique entered Master Sang’s glabella.
Before Master Sang could even exclaim, his entire body stiffened. In the next second, he fell heavily onto the carriage.
Little Rakshasa pulled his head out of Yan Jiuchao’s arms with a whoosh and looked at the heavily injured Master Sang without blinking. He flashed over, stretched out his little foot, and kicked him down!
Master Sang fell in front of Sikong Changfeng and Master Sikong. He coughed up a mouthful of black blood, and his bulging veins shrank back. His swollen body also returned to its original state. However, his injuries could not be repaired no matter what.
The father and son looked at the dying Master Sang with their mouths agape. They could not believe that Yan Jiuchao had actually killed a Rakshasa King in one move.
Master Sang himself was in disbelief. He looked at the high and mighty Yan
Jiuchao with difficulty. “Why… why…”
“What do you mean why? Why can I break through to the ninth level of the
Longevity Technique? Or why can I easily kill you, the Rakshasa King?” Yan Jiuchao stood up indifferently and flicked his wide sleeve elegantly. He placed his hand behind his back and snorted. “How should I know why?”
Didn’t they say it was very difficult? Was it difficult?
Young Master Yan looked at the sky.
Everyone present was about to die of anger!
As the descendants of the Sorcerer Clan, the direct disciples of the Sikong family would never be able to obtain the essence of the Longevity Technique in their lives. However, this fellow seemed to have casually cultivated the
Longevity Technique to the peak. Who was the member of the Sikong family? Was there any justice?!
Sikong Changfeng rubbed his chest and panted. “Although we won, why am I so angry and heartbroken!”
“You guys… don’t be happy too early…” Master Sang vomited black blood crazily. When he was done vomiting, he sneered at Yan Jiuchao. “Do you think… you’re the only ones who… know how to lure the tiger away from the mountain? I long guessed that… you wouldn’t be able to hold it in… and come to settle the Sang Family… Do you think… all the experts of my Sang Family are really… here? Too naive! Hahaha… Yan Jiuchao… You’re finished… You’re all finished… Hahaha…” He laughed crazily with a ferocious expression!
Master Sikong strode forward and grabbed his lapel.. “What did you do to the
Sikong family? What did you do to the Nether Mountain?!”
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