260: Chapter 260 Fate 2

Hearing this, Liu Three-Blade slapped his forehead abruptly, his eyes brightening. "Many thanks, Grandmaster Qingyun, for the reminder. This official was too obsessed."

The next moment, Liu Three-Blade leaped a few times, descending along the main trunk of the giant tree.

Just a few breaths later, he landed steadily on the ground.

At this very moment, both sides had completely engaged in battle, splitting the entire battlefield into two parts. Poison Three and Wang Hengshan occupied one part, while the other part consisted of the Evil-Suppressing Guards and the Blood Slaves.

Poison Three and Wang Hengshan were doing fine; although there was a gap in their strength, it was extremely small. In the short term, it was far from enough to determine a victor.

Although to outsiders, their battle appeared particularly intense, the result was quite the opposite; while they had both sustained injuries, neither life was in danger.

In contrast, the momentum of the clash between the Evil-Suppressing Guards and the Blood Slaves was much weaker, yet after several exchanges, both sides had already suffered casualties.

"This Poison Three's strength is truly impressive, far beyond what an ordinary Late Stage Grandmaster can compare to. Relying on my own strength, I fear it will be difficult to take him down," Wang Hengshan thought to himself.

Since the battle began, the two had exchanged dozens of blows.

This was not Wang Hengshan's first time battling a Blood Demon Sect Martial Artist. However, opportunities to encounter an Inner Sect Disciple of the Blood Demon Sect were truly rare.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the Blood Demon Sect has over ten thousand Inner Sect Disciples; in reality, not many have actually entered the territory of the Great Jing.

The number does not exceed double digits each year.

The vast majority of them are in the border prefectures that share a border with the Great Jing.

Only a small fraction penetrate deep into the Dajing interior. If one were to truly average it out, it would only be one or two per province.

And most of the Blood Demon Sect Martial Artists handled by the Evil Suppression Bureau were merely Blood Slaves under these Inner Sect Disciples.

Even those whose Realm reached the Grandmaster level were far inferior to Poison Three in terms of strength.

Poison Three's strength was definitely top-tier among the Grandmasters he had fought.

As both were Late Stage Grandmasters, their Cultivation Technique grades were on par. He had the upper hand in lethality, but was slightly inferior in stamina and defense.

If both sides were to fight to the death without retreating, he was confident he would be the final victor.

But that was simply impossible.

Even if he had the heart to fight to the death, Poison Three would never do so.

Seeming to see through Wang Hengshan's thoughts, Poison Three said, "Surely Commander Wang is aware that with my strength, I can leave at any time. Continuing to fight is just a futile effort."

"And your Evil-Suppressing Guards are all about to die. When that time comes, not only will you have no merit, Commander Wang, but you will instead be at fault."

"I imagine that you, Commander Wang, are only hunting my Blood Demon Sect Disciples for some merit points. Why don't you and I call a truce? Within Longnan Prefecture, I will have my subordinates keep a lower profile. As long as you turn a blind eye, Commander Wang, I can even provide you with a batch of Blood Slaves on a regular basis."

Upon hearing this, Wang Hengshan's expression changed drastically. "Poison Three, you heretical scum, cease your nonsense. How could I, Wang Hengshan, ever collude with such heretical scum like you? Today, I will definitely slay you."

Just at this moment, a hearty voice rang out in Wang Hengshan's ears.

"Commander Wang, well said."

"It's Master Liu!" A look of pleasant surprise appeared on Wang Hengshan's face, and his offensive grew increasingly fierce.

Accompanied by a vibrating sound, a figure approached the two at an extremely fast speed.

Looking toward the source of the sound, Poison Three saw who it was. His pupils constricted, and his figure retreated violently.

However, how could Wang Hengshan possibly let him leave calmly at this moment?

"Get lost!" Poison Three roared, his Qi and blood surging violently, and the power of the sharp claws in his hands increased by thirty percent.

As one grew, the other waned; Wang Hengshan's long saber was deflected by this immense force. Although he held onto his saber, his body inevitably faltered for a moment.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Poison Three could not care about anything else and immediately activated the Blood Demon secret technique.

The Blood Demon secret technique consumed a vast amount of Qi and blood.

The Qi and blood in his body were being consumed at nearly three times the speed of a normal battle, but the effect was also significant; his speed was fifty percent faster than his limit state.

To put it bluntly, at this speed, even a Top Grandmaster proficient in speed could not catch up to him.

However, this state could not last long.