99: Chapter 99 No, you really mean it?!

Boom!!!

A vast and majestic surge of Qi swept through the entire alley, shrouding the Incense Master of the Blood Demon Cult like a mountain.

Innate Realm?!

And certainly not an ordinary Innate Realm expert!!!

Feeling the terrifying pressure on his body, the pupils of the Incense Master of the Blood Demon Cult shrank suddenly, his face instantly turning as pale as paper, his legs trembling uncontrollably, and he had an urge to kneel on the ground.

With his Early Stage Innate Realm cultivation, under the pressure of Chen An's aura, he felt as if he had almost lost the strength to even run away.

He had seen and faced many Innate Realm experts!

However, no Innate Realm expert had ever brought such terrifying pressure upon him.

At least a Late Stage, or even Perfection stage Innate Realm expert!!!

"Innate Realm... You are actually a Perfection stage Innate Realm expert?!"

The Incense Master's voice was trembling, his heart filled with regret and despair.

He could never have imagined that a youth who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen had already reached the Innate Realm, a Realm that countless Martial Artists could never reach in their entire lives!

This was no Genius that needed to be hunted; this was clearly an untouchable God of Slaughter!

"Run!"

As soon as this thought arose in his mind, the Incense Master turned around without hesitation, wanting to rush out of the alley to save his life.

He knew that he could never be Chen An's opponent, and staying here would only lead to certain death.

But just as he took a step, an even more terrifying pressure descended from the sky, directly suppressing him.

Bang!!

With a muffled thud, the Incense Master of the Blood Demon Cult lay prostrate on the ground like a toad.

"Now, look at me again. What Realm am I?!"

Chen An's figure appeared before him at some unknown time, like a god high above, with his hands behind his back, looking at him as if he were an ant.

"You... you..."

The Incense Master of the Blood Demon Cult struggled to lift his head, his bones making cracking sounds as if they were wailing, his eyes bloodshot and bulging, staring with all his might at this figure before him that seemed like a god or devil.

"You, you are not Chen An. Who on earth are you?!"

The Incense Master of the Blood Demon Cult was now filled with despair and horror!

This pressure was no longer as simple as that of a Innate Realm expert.

It was definitely beyond the Innate Realm, a terrifying pressure that only a Grandmaster Realm expert would possess.

However, the Incense Master of the Blood Demon Cult could never have imagined how a Prefectural Academy freshman with a Mid-grade Martial Bone and Condensing Qi Stage 6 cultivation, as promised, had suddenly turned into a terrifying Grandmaster Realm expert?!

It was like originally wanting to hunt a small rabbit, but when it came time to actually do it, the rabbit took off its fur and turned into a Tyrannosaurus Rex!

Damn it!

How could the Great Luo Dynasty have such a monster?!

A seventeen-year-old Grandmaster Realm expert!!!

Most importantly, this Grandmaster Realm expert had actually disguised himself as a Condensing Qi Stage 6 Prefectural Academy freshman?!

Is there any justice left?!

Is there any law left?!

Is there any martial virtue left?!

"It seems you still don't recognize your own situation?!"

Looking at the Incense Master of the Blood Demon Cult lying on the ground like a dead dog, Chen An glanced at him indifferently, and then the Incense Master of the Blood Demon Cult immediately felt a pressure weighing ten thousand jun crushing down on him.

"Pfft!!"

The Incense Master of the Blood Demon Cult's expression changed, and then a large mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs sprayed out, his entire aura wilting.

"I ask you, who are you, what is your position in the Blood Demon Sect, who else is there in the Blood Demon Sect besides you, and where is your stronghold?!" Chen An walked slowly in front of him and asked from high above.

"Don't even think about it!"

"Even if I die, this Incense Master will never betray the Holy Cult!"

The Incense Master of the Blood Demon Cult lifted his head, glaring at Chen An with a face full of resentment, and shouted, "Devilish Qi towers to the heavens, the Holy Cult is eternal!"

As he said this, he prepared to bite through the deadly poison in his teeth to commit suicide.

"Want to die? It's not that easy!"

Chen An flicked his fingertip, and a bolt of internal energy struck his jaw joint precisely.

With a "crack," the Incense Master of the Blood Demon Cult's jaw dislocated, his mouth hanging wide open, unable to bite down, and he could only make vague "woo woo" sounds, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Since you won't talk, don't blame me!"

Chen An looked at him indifferently, then raised his foot and stomped down on his knee.

"Crack!!!"

A crisp sound rang out, the sound of bone breaking accompanied by a shrill scream echoing through the alley.

"I'll ask one more time, where is the stronghold?" Chen An's voice remained calm, as if what he had just crushed was only a pebble.

The Incense Master of the Blood Demon Cult twitched all over from pain, cold sweat soaking his clothes, but he still glared at Chen An, refusing to speak.

Chen An was not in a hurry, moving his foot to his other leg.

"Crack!"

Another sound of bone breaking.

"Ah!!!"

Another leg broken, the Incense Master of the Blood Demon Cult screamed, but still gritted his teeth.

Seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Chen An's eyes, his gaze landing on the Incense Master of the Blood Demon Cult's third leg in his lower body.

He raised his foot, about to stomp down on it!

"Wait, wait!!!"

"I... I'll talk, I'll talk!"

Seeing what Chen An was about to do next finally broke the Incense Master of the Blood Demon Cult's psychological defense; he could no longer hold on and cried out vaguely.

Chen An waved his hand, and a bolt of internal energy struck his chin, putting the dislocated joint back in place.

"Speak clearly!" Chen An took a step back and looked at him calmly.

"I, I am Huang Baichuan, the Incense Master of the Blood Demon Cult in Chentian Prefecture, Qingzhou!"

The Incense Master of the Blood Demon Cult panted heavily, his face full of pain and fear, "The, the Holy Cult's location is underground in the abandoned Dragon King Temple three miles west of the city!"

"Besides me, there are over a hundred cultists in the stronghold!"

"Looks like there are quite a lot of you!" Hearing Huang Baichuan's words, Chen An couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

He didn't expect that in a place like Chentian Prefecture, there would be over a hundred Blood Demon Sect cultists hiding, and the highest cultivation was a Innate Realm Martial Artist.

"Do you have any last words?!" Chen An said indifferently.

"I've told you everything, can, can you spare my life?!"

Huang Baichuan looked at Chen An, swallowed, and a look of hope flashed in his eyes.

"No!" Chen An shook his head faintly.

"Then, then please..."

Pfft!!!

Before he could finish his sentence, Chen An suddenly flicked his finger, and a cold glint pierced directly through his brow.

The smile on Huang Baichuan's face instantly froze, his eyes filled with disbelief; he never expected until his death that Chen An would kill him at this moment.

Didn't he ask him for last words?!

Looking at Huang Baichuan's face, dead with eyes wide open, a playful look flashed in Chen An's eyes.

"I told you to speak, and you actually did?!"

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