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She had been lost in the dark depths of the underground for an unknown number of years. Every time she recalled that face, a deep-seated fear welled up within her. To forget that visage, she had succumbed to a deep slumber.
Now, a massive surge of blood power broke through layers of barriers and appeared before her. Her hazy consciousness began to awaken, but before long, a beam of Dao Sword light surged in, shattering the tranquility of the underground.
"Who am I?"
A figure emerged from the bottom of the Blood Sea. Though indistinct, just the sight of that vague silhouette ignited a fiery sensation deep within.
Her long hair cascaded down to her waist, and her voluptuous curves were enough to captivate any man who laid eyes on her.
The Blood Queen, though startled awake by the Dao Sword light, lazily stretched her body. Bare and unadorned, she stepped out from the depths of the Blood Sea.
It had been a long time since she had fed; she noticed her skin felt slightly parched.
As she moved forward, strands of blood began to swirl around her, quickly weaving into a crimson garment.
She was unaware of what had transpired during her lost years. However, the waves of blood power emanating from above made her instinctively lick her ruby lips.
What year is it tonight?
As she followed the sword path cut by Lü Wei and appeared before everyone, all that could be heard was a collective gulp.
Even Zuo Dao did not expect that this Abyssal Blood Demon from below would turn out to be female.
Unlike other cultivators, Lü Wei felt a sense of pressure and threat upon the Blood Queen's emergence. He guessed her identity and regarded her with utmost caution.
"What place have I arrived at?" The Blood Queen smiled as she looked at the many cultivators from Ling Li Xukong.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
A few sounds echoed, but a Cultivator could not withstand her enchanting smile and fell from the sky.
Similarly, her target was not these lecherous Cultivators.
Zuo Dao and Lu Wei were observing her with cold eyes from a distance.
"How are you two? Could you tell me something?" The Blood Queen, now just awakening and without her full strength, could only speak.
"Miao Cheng," Zuo Dao said, suppressing Lu Wei, and smiled faintly.
"What kind of place is Miao Cheng?" The Blood Queen asked, somewhat confused, as there was no information about Miao Cheng in her memory.
"It was once a place of suppression; now it should be your burial ground," Zuo Dao replied, his smile still bright as if discussing something poetic.
"Are you so sure this is my burial ground and not yours? Is it just because of the person beside you?" The Blood Queen smiled again, but this smile carried the unique allure of the Blood Demon clan.
Immediately, a Cultivator stepped forward, wanting to act as a protector for her.
At that moment, the Blood Queen realized she could not see through Zuo Dao's cultivation level, while the person beside him was indeed a true sword immortal, having reached the realm of Golden Immortal.
The term Golden Immortal itself was synonymous with strength, especially for a sword immortal known for their offensive power. However, in her eyes, Lu Wei only made her cautious; it was Zuo Dao that truly puzzled her.
"It seems you are a survivor from the ancient battle. I just wonder why someone would suppress you for hundreds of thousands of years," Zuo Dao said as he flicked his fingers, sending several streaks of energy through the air.
It appeared that she had underestimated the Blood Demon clan! Zuo Dao thought to himself; indeed, the demon clan's ability to become enemies of immortals had its uniqueness. The demons he had slain in the Demon Extermination cave were completely different from this one before him.
Upon hearing Zuo Dao's words, fear involuntarily flickered in the Blood Queen's eyes. The face of that person resurfaced in her mind, making her shiver involuntarily.
"What are you really afraid of?" Zuo Dao clearly sensed the other person's unease.
"What am I afraid of? What do I have to be afraid of?" The Blood Queen forced herself to push that face out of her mind. "You should be the ones who are afraid now."
As soon as she finished speaking, a thick Blood Mist surged from her body, quickly spreading throughout the Demon Suppression Hall.
"I hate this aura," came the Blood Queen's haunting voice from within the Blood Mist.
A rumbling sound erupted as the Blood Queen felt that aura within the Demon Suppression Hall and launched an attack without hesitation.
However, it was unclear what the Demon Suppression Hall was constructed from, as it remained unscathed after her strike.
The bare Stone Mountain stood proudly with the Demon Suppression Hall atop it.
"Ah." The Blood Queen let out a light exclamation, as if she had discovered something amusing.
"It seems that old fellow still has some tricks up his sleeve, leaving behind this means even after death."
In just a few short sentences, Zuo Dao quickly picked up on something.
"If that ancestor was as powerful as you claim, do you think you would still be able to see the present space?" Zuo Dao shot a glance at Lü Wei, signaling him to protect the group of Cultivators.
"It seems you know quite a bit," the Blood Queen chuckled, her demeanor fluttering like a flower in the wind.
"That's thanks to you; otherwise, I wouldn't have known so much." Zuo Dao slightly bowed, expressing his gratitude.
"Don't try to provoke me with words. What I should do, I will definitely do; what I shouldn't do, even if it costs me my life, I won't." At this moment, the Blood Queen began to understand why that person had chosen to suppress her here.
"I know you are here to kill me," Zuo Dao said with a faint smile. "I never expected that I would be worthy enough to trouble someone who prepared for this tens of thousands of years ago."
"How did you know I wanted to kill you?" The Blood Queen asked, curiosity piqued. She had just seen a vision in her mind.
In that moment, the person who suppressed her had uttered a phrase.
"Just focus on your cultivation. When a White-Clad Monk appears before you, as long as you kill him, you will gain your freedom."
The image left by that person quickly merged with Zuo Dao's appearance.
"Just a guess," Zuo Dao shrugged. "Who told you to show such obvious killing intent?"
"Since we both understand each other, let's get started," the Blood Queen chuckled, her eyes flashing with cold light.
Clang.
With the sound of a sword ringing out, without needing Zuo Dao's signal, Lü Wei had already lunged forward.
The sword in his hand was his greatest strength. The void shattered as he slashed through space with a single strike.
At the same time, the thick Blood Mist was also torn apart, as if someone had cut through fabric with a knife.
The Blood Queen merely laughed again, her delicate hand casually sweeping through the air, and a wave of blood suddenly appeared to block Lü Wei's sword.
"I've killed quite a few sword immortals, but I really dislike your blood. Although it's very nourishing, the taste leaves much to be desired."
Now that her strength had not yet fully recovered, and with an inscrutable figure lurking nearby, even as a Blood Demon, she had to remain cautious. Yet on the surface, she still appeared calm and unhurried.
"You harm the innocent, and I will use your blood to sacrifice the flag." Just as the Blood Queen was about to entice the nearby Cultivator into action, a voice suddenly echoed in her mind.
When she looked at Zuo Dao again, a sense of trepidation arose within her.
A wisp of Blood Mist seeped out, filling the air with a sweet, metallic scent that could be sensed from afar. This was an aura capable of infecting souls, leading Celestial Beings to their downfall. It was also one of the Blood Demon's methods of attack, but now the Blood Queen felt apprehensive and could not unleash her full power.
Even so, Lü Wei found himself at a disadvantage in her hands. The sword light flickered fiercely, yet he gained no ground; the Blood Queen merely dodged, refusing to engage him directly. No matter how sharp his attacks were, they proved futile.
With her fingers poised like blades, the Blood Queen slashed through the air, sending waves of blood that resonated with a force one could distinctly feel.
Silently and without warning, her ten fingers turned crimson as her power surged with each strike.
The long slumber had caused her strength to wane, but once battle commenced, she regained it amidst the fray. This was the terrifying nature of demons—they were born to fight.
Sword energy intertwined as Essence surged. Sword Master Cangsheng landed atop Stone Mountain, leaving behind traces of his passage.
The Blood Queen dodged once more, leaving behind a graceful silhouette in midair.
"Brother, do you truly intend to kill without mercy?" Her voice was enchanting and sorrowful, evoking a desire in listeners to embrace her and lament her fate.
Lü Wei remained unmoved, wielding his sword to launch wave after wave of attacks against her.
The sword struck true, never returning empty-handed.
The sword path Lü Wei practiced was upright and honorable, adhering to the way of a gentleman; the Blood Queen's actions had no effect on him whatsoever.
The battle in Miao City had concluded. The people from Solemn Temple and several masters remained only to ensure necessary personnel were present for cleanup while others dispersed to suppress any remaining chaos.
The consensus among these people was that chaos should not be allowed. As for what happened in Miao Cheng, even Mu Bai and Kun Ru Tao assured everyone not to worry, and the others were even less inclined to get involved.
On the journey, five squads were making their way to the Demon Suppression Hall day and night. Despite the harsh conditions, they maintained a high spirit of combat.
Zuo Dao watched as Lü Wei battled the Blood Queen, but his mind was occupied with other thoughts.
The emergence of the Blood Demon had been suppressed until now, only to awaken again after his arrival. The traces of suppression in this place were clearly the work of two individuals: one a mysterious figure from ancient times, and the other an ancestor of Miao Cheng from more recent history.
As chaos erupted in Miao Cheng, Zuo Dao sensed a great net tightening around him. He couldn't understand why this thought suddenly sprang to mind, but he vaguely felt that a great upheaval was approaching, and the entire Thirty-Three Generals would no longer be at peace.
The turmoil in Miao Cheng was merely a prelude; it might draw out some individuals with ulterior motives, but that wasn't the main concern. Although Heterodox was no longer present, he was currently in the process of establishing the Solemn Temple. While personal strength was important, it was even more crucial to wield the power at one's disposal.
The battle intensified. The Blood Queen's strength continued to rise, putting increasing pressure on Lü Wei. His stubborn nature meant that unless he fell, he would never cease fighting as long as he drew breath.
The surrounding cultivators also felt the pressure; this seemingly delicate woman possessed terrifying combat prowess. More importantly, her identity had now been confirmed.
The Blood Demon—heir to the royal lineage of the demon clan—had appeared in Miao Cheng.
If it weren't for Zuo Dao calmly standing by and providing them with some confidence, they would have scattered like birds and beasts by now.
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