203: Chapter 202 The Death of the Blood Demon

After the battle, the setting sun was like blood, staining the entire sea surface red.

The coalition camp of the four regions was pitched along the coastline, with scattered bonfires and the moans of wounded soldiers rising one after another.

Xiao Ye sat in the main tent, with the four Holy Masters—Holy Master of Beiming, Holy Lord of Tianji, Sacred Lord Tianyao, and the Holy Master of Liusha—sitting opposite him. Holy Master of Beiming was wrapped in bandages from head to toe; his face was pale, yet he stubbornly refused to collapse.

Holy Lord of Tianji was not doing much better, with thick gauze wrapped around his arm, through which bloodstains were faintly seeping.

Sacred Lord Tianyao had transformed into his human form, a burly middle-aged man, with a claw mark on his chest so deep the bone was visible, still oozing blood.

The Holy Master of Liusha was a gaunt old man; he was in the worst shape, having lost an entire arm at the shoulder, yet he did not utter a single sound.

"The Blood Demon escaped." Holy Master of Beiming's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with unwillingness. "We paid such a huge price, yet we still let him run."

"The monk may run, but the temple cannot." Xiao Ye leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs, toying with the taihuang sword in his hand, his lips curling slightly. "If you don't pull out the weeds by the roots, they will grow back with the spring breeze. I understand this principle."

Holy Lord of Tianji raised his head and looked at him: "You mean—"

"Kill." Xiao Ye put down the sword, sat up straight, and his gaze swept over the four Holy Masters. "Strike while he is sick and take his life. The Blood Demon was injured by me; it will take at least a month for him to recover. This is the best opportunity to kill him. If we miss it, once he makes a comeback, it won't just be the Cultivators of the Northern Region who die."

The four Holy Masters looked at each other, seeing the same determination in each other's eyes.

If the Blood Demon did not die, the Northern Region would never have peace. They had lost too many Disciples and shed too much blood; they could not wait any longer.

"Let's do it!" Holy Master of Beiming slapped the table. "Emperor Xiao, tell us, how do we fight?"

Xiao Ye stood up, walked to the wall, pulled open a map of the North Sea area, and pointed his finger at an isolated island: "According to the intelligence I gathered, the Blood Demon is hiding on this island to heal his wounds. The five of us will go together, disregard martial ethics, and crush him directly. We won't give him any chance to turn the tables."

"What if the Black Dragon King comes?" Holy Lord of Tianji frowned.

"A quick battle to settle it. I was able to injure him alone; with the five of us going together? It won't even take a few minutes." Xiao Ye said with a smile, "Besides, I still have a trump card."

The four Holy Masters did not ask further and went back to prepare.

A month later, deep in the North Sea, on an isolated island. Dark clouds hung low, the sea wind howled, and the trees on the island were blown askew.

Five figures descended from the sky and landed silently on the island.

Xiao Ye walked at the very front, taihuang sword in hand, his Divine Sense sweeping across the entire island.

The Blood Demon's aura was underground in the center of the island, weak and chaotic; he was indeed severely injured.

The four Holy Masters followed behind him, each gripping their weapons, their auras restrained perfectly.

"He is below." Xiao Ye stopped and pointed under his feet.

"Dig?" Sacred Lord Tianyao asked.

"Dig." Xiao Ye nodded.

Sacred Lord Tianyao punched the ground, and a crack several fathoms deep split the earth. The five of them leaped into it, moving downwards along the crevice.

Deep underground, a huge cave appeared before their eyes.

The Blood Demon sat cross-legged in the center of the cave, surrounded by blood-red light, healing his wounds.

Hearing the disturbance, he suddenly opened his eyes, saw five figures falling from above, and his expression changed drastically.

"You—"

"Die." Xiao Ye couldn't be bothered with nonsense, slashing out with his sword. The taihuang sword, carrying the terrifying power of an Earth Immortal Middle Stage, cleaved straight towards the Blood Demon.

The four Holy Masters followed closely, each unleashing their killing moves, spiritual power surging like a tide, overwhelming everything.

The Blood Demon fought back in a rush, but was suppressed firmly by the joint efforts of the five.

His Blood Refining Grand Array was interrupted before it could even be deployed, and his Blood Escape Technique was blocked before he could even use it.

He wanted to run, but discovered he had been surrounded completely.

"You have no martial ethics!" The Blood Demon roared, his voice full of unwillingness and anger.

"Martial ethics?" Xiao Ye slashed his chest with his sword, blood spraying out. "When you slaughtered the living beings of the Northern Region, did you have martial ethics?"

The Blood Demon was speechless.

Five against one, there was no suspense.

The Blood Demon's injuries had not yet recovered, and his combat power was only at 60% of his peak. Facing the siege of one Earth Immortal Middle Stage and four Earth Immortal Early Stage experts, he didn't even have a chance to fight back.

In less than half a cup of tea's time, he was beaten to a pulp, lying on the ground, covered in blood, unable to move.

Xiao Ye did not give him any chance to breathe; he summoned the demon refining pot, aimed the mouth of the pot at the Blood Demon, and poured in spiritual power. A terrifying suction force pulled the entire Blood Demon into the pot.

The pot shook violently a few times, then returned to calm.

"demon refining pot? You actually have this kind of thing?" Sacred Lord Tianyao's eyes widened, his voice trembling. "This is an ancient Divine Artifact, specifically countering the Yao Race..."

"It also specifically counters the Demon Race." Xiao Ye put away the demon refining pot, patted the dust off it, and said with a smile, "Although the Blood Demon is not of the Yao Race, as long as he has flesh and blood, the demon refining pot can refine him into slag."

The four Holy Masters looked at each other, seeing deep wariness in each other's eyes.

This Emperor Xiao had too many trump cards.

Xiao Ye ignored their gazes, sat down cross-legged, and began to refine the Blood Demon.

The demon refining pot hummed, and streams of pure spiritual power surged out from the pot, flowing along his arm into his Meridians.

The Blood Demon's Earth Immortal cultivation, thousand years of accumulation, and the endless vitality swallowed by the Blood Refining Grand Array—all of it now became nourishment for Xiao Ye.

For seven days and seven nights, Xiao Ye sat motionless in the cave, spiritual light circulating around his body, his aura rising steadily. The four Holy Masters guarded outside the cave, not leaving a single step.

On the morning of the eighth day, Xiao Ye opened his eyes, a sharp light shooting from them. A terrifying aura erupted from his body, like a volcanic eruption, like a towering tsunami.

Earth Immortal. He had achieved a Breakthrough to Earth Immortal.

"Congratulations to Emperor Xiao! Congratulations to Emperor Xiao!" The four Holy Masters clasped their fists in unison, their eyes full of awe.

Xiao Ye stood up and stretched his muscles, his whole body making cracking sounds.

He looked down at his hands, his mouth slowly curling up.

Earth Immortal, he had finally become an Earth Immortal.

"Let's go, let's return." He put away the demon refining pot, rose into the air, and his figure disappeared into the horizon.

The four Holy Masters looked at each other and hurriedly followed. The sea wind howled, the waves surged, and the isolated island gradually became smaller behind them, finally disappearing below the horizon.

The Blood Demon was dead, completely dead, without even slag left.

When the news reached the North Sea Dragon Palace, the Black Dragon King was sitting on his throne, holding a cup of ten-thousand-year cold ice brew, waiting for the good news from the Blood Demon.

"Report—! Old Ancestor Blood Demon... is dead!" The messenger shrimp soldier from the sea tribe scrambled into the hall, his voice cracking.

"Clatter—"

The cup of cold ice brew shattered all over the floor.

The Black Dragon King stood up abruptly, his chair tipping backward and smashing against a coral pillar with a dull, loud noise. He stared wide-eyed at the shrimp soldier kneeling on the ground, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth: "What did you say?"

"Old Ancestor Blood Demon... was beaten to death by that human Xiao Ye and the four Holy Masters, not even slag was left..." The shrimp soldier was trembling, not daring to lift his head.

The Black Dragon King's face turned livid, his chest heaving violently like a volcano about to erupt. After a long while, he slowly sat down and muttered to himself: "The Blood Demon is dead... doesn't that mean this King has suffered a huge loss?"

The North Sea Tribe had come out in full force this time, losing tens of thousands of elites, and even several of the four Elders were injured. He had originally thought the Blood Demon could conquer the Northern Region, split half the territory with him, which would not only compensate for the losses but also make a huge profit. But what happened? The Blood Demon died, no territory was gained, a large number of his subordinates died, and not even a hair was left.

"Damn it!" The Black Dragon King smashed the armrest with one palm, debris splattering everywhere. "That trash Blood Demon! When he was alive, he boasted that he was invincible in the world, but after he died, he didn't even leave a fart behind!"