Saint Sovereign of Nine Heavens

At this moment, Chen Yu felt a heat between his brows and something drilled into his consciousness.    

    

This was clearly a special divine ability that focused on the soul.    

    

In the next moment, a bloody light rose up in his sea of consciousness and flew directly towards his soul. He abruptly opened his eyes and covered up his soul.    

    

Chen Yu felt that his perception of his body was disappearing rapidly.    

    

Chen Yu couldn't help but feel a bit shocked in his heart.    

    

It was strange that such a thing could happen in a fight. It could decide life and death.    

    

Chen Yu immediately activated his soul and simultaneously sensed the Divine Devil Tao Book in his sea of consciousness.    

    

In these few days, Chen Yu had been exploring the Divine Devil Tao Book. Although he still could not figure out its profoundness, he had some experience and knew how to use the Voice of Demons and Gods in the Dao book.    

    

In the next moment, the two Astral Souls in Chen Yu's Sea of Consciousness began to shine and the voice of the Divine Demon resounded.    

    

The blood screen that had covered his soul suddenly shattered.    

    

A blood sword was thrusting towards Chen Yu's throat at an extremely fast speed. The sword intent was extremely condensed and contained the power to cut off blood vessels.    

    

A line of blood had already appeared on Chen Yu's neck.    

    

Chen Yu took a step back and punched directly at the sword.    

    

The blood sword was knocked away and Chen Yu's fist had already reached Blood Dragon Fu's face.    

    

Blood Dragon Fu's expression was startled, but she gritted her teeth and did not retreat, her left hand blocking the attack.    

    

This was like a mantis trying to block a chariot. Chen Yu looked at the resolute look on Blood Dragon Fu's face and guessed that it was because he did not dare to retreat.    

    

With a thought, Chen Yu retracted some of his strength from his punch.    

    

Bang! Blood Dragon s flew out and crashed into the cold ground, but immediately crawled back up. His body trembled and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale.    

    

Even so, he clenched his teeth and made another seal.    

    

His blood surged as it poured into the domain. Surprisingly, it took the shape of a pagoda, howling as it flew towards Chen Yu Zhen.    

    

The suppressive force was extremely strong. The power of the sacred art that was fused with the power of the domain could be said to be extremely mysterious, causing Chen Yu to feel pressured.    

    

However, it was only a little bit of pressure. Chen Yu threw out a punch, and the overbearing intent from the punch soared.    

    

Boom! The blood pagoda shattered.    

    

In the next moment, Blood Dragon Fu spat out another mouthful of blood and fell onto the ground.    

    

Chen Yu was a little speechless, he did not expect himself to only break the ability of Blood Dragon Fu, then the latter would not be able to hold on.    

    

"Drag him away!" Patriarch Blood Demon's expression was one of neither joy nor anger.    

    

Situ Xue Jian, who was at the side of the hall, personally lifted Fu Blood Dragon and brought him out of the hall.    

    

"Who else?" Patriarch Blood Demon's eyes swept across the group of disciples as he spoke, his face expressionless.    

    

The group of disciples were silent.    

    

"Hmm?" Blood Demon laughed coldly.    

    

"Disciple is willing to give it a try!" Under the Blood Demon's cold expression, a disciple helplessly walked out.    

    

"Very well, Xue Xueyi. If you can win, I will take you in as my personal disciple!" Blood Demon said.    

    

Xue Xueyi was overjoyed, but soon after, he lowered his head, knelt down, and said: "Disciple will do his best!"    

    

His strength was at the fourth level of Deity Entering Stage and was slightly inferior to Blood Dragon Fu. If even Blood Dragon Fu was unable to defeat Chen Yu, his chances of success were even slimmer. As a result, even though the blood demon promised him such benefits, he didn't dare to speak out loud.    

    

The two sides quickly began to fight.    

    

Xue Xueyan held a bloody saber in his hand. His hands moved quickly as the saber light rotated like a storm.    

    

The combination of the Knife Technique's sacred art and the blade was very perfect. If an ordinary warrior were to be hit by his blade and be invaded by his Knife Technique Divine Power, their entire body's blood would probably start to die down and their fighting strength would continue to decline. In the end, they could only allow him to slaughter them.    

    

However, this ability is still useless to Chen Yu.    

    

Speaking of which, if Chen Yu wasn't facing a middle stage Blood Cultivator's Deity Entering Stage warrior, dealing with him would be more troublesome.    

    

But because the Blood Flame Tyrant Spell was truly heaven defying, the majority of Blood Demons' blood techniques and abilities were useless against him and were suppressed by him instead.    

    

After a dozen exchanges, Chen Yu sent Xue Xueyi flying with a single punch, breaking his bones and rendering him powerless to continue the fight.    

    

The blood demon expressionlessly ordered Situ Xue Jian to drag the person away.    

    

Then, he shouted to ask who else would come out.    

    

Under the deterrence of Patriarch Blood Demon, the Blood Demon disciples trembled in fear, but had no choice but to join the fray.    

    

The third Blood Demon disciple was called Liu Xuegong, also known as Deity Entering Stage.    

    

After ten moves, Liu Xuegong was defeated.    

    

Patriarch Blood Demon's face showed neither happiness nor anger, but he did not give up. He was still unyielding.    

    

As a result, the fourth, fifth, and sixth Blood Demon Sect disciples came forward one by one. These Blood Demon Sect disciples came out from the crowd, and all of them looked as if they didn't have much hope of defeating Chen Yu.    

    

One by one, the Blood Demon disciples were defeated by Chen Yu.    

    

After battling more than ten Blood Demon disciples, Chen Yu couldn't help but sigh that the Blood Demon Clan was indeed powerful. All kinds of magical powers that focused on bloodlines were extremely difficult to deal with.    

    

If Chen Yu didn't cultivate the Blood Flame Tyrant Spell, he might have already been defeated.    

    

These bloodline abilities included burning blood, blood transformation, coagulation, blood destruction, poison, sealing blood, and many other things.    

    

When Chen Yu defeated another Blood Demon disciple, Patriarch Blood Demon finally spoke in a cold tone and shouted, "A group of useless trash, get lost!"    

    

The remaining hundred or so Blood Demon disciples knelt down as if they had received amnesty and left as well.    

    

Chen Yu heaved a sigh of relief. If they kept fighting, he would not be afraid, but he would be exhausted.    

    

"Chen Yu, you really qualify for me to view you as a Fellow Daoist!" Patriarch Blood Demon stared at Chen Yu with a cold look in his eyes. "If you're not from the Blood Cultivator Horde, I won't let you leave alive!"    

    

Chen Yu didn't think that Patriarch Blood Demon would be so straightforward. He cupped his hands and said, "This junior would only dare to be so presumptuous because of Ancestor's magnanimity!"    

    

Actually, Chen Yu was a bit inclined to go easy on the Blood Demon disciple just now, allowing him to win against the Blood Demon disciple. However, he wasn't sure if Patriarch Blood Demon would beat him to death if he lost.    

    

In short, it was hard to figure out Patriarch Blood Demon's thoughts. Chen Yu was trembling with fear as well, as if he was treading on thin ice.    

    

"In three months, all of my disciples will come out of seclusion. At that time, if you can beat all of my disciples, I will give you a great gift!" Patriarch Blood Demon's voice was cold. "If you lose, then you aren't worthy of being my fellow Daoist!"    

    

Chen Yu's heart sank when he heard that.    

    

The meaning behind these words was very clear. It was that the matter wasn't over yet.    

    

Chen Yu smiled bitterly, "Why must Ancestor do this?"    

    

"How could my fellow Daoists in the Blood Demon be so easy to be?" The blood demon remained expressionless. With a flash, its body disappeared from the hall.    

    

Chen Yu was so embarrassed that he could only smile wryly for a while.    

    

"Young Master Chen, please leave!" Situ Xue Jian stepped forwards and said.    

    

Chen Yu glanced at Situ Xue Jian and cupped his hands. He didn't say anything as he walked back to his residence in large strides.    

    

After sending Chen Yu off, Situ Xue Jian left without saying anything else.    

    

Chen Yu summoned the middle-aged servant and asked, "Do you know anything about the elite disciples of the Royal Elder?"    

    

The middle-aged servant hesitated for a moment before asking, "Young Master, was it because of what happened just now?"    

    

Chen Yu nodded and patiently explained what happened in front of the hall. Right now, he needed to have a deeper understanding of Blood Demon Hall and see how Patriarch Blood Demon truly felt.    

    

The more the middle-aged servant heard, the more shocked he became. His face had already become pale and frightened as it went pale.    

    

After that, he tremblingly introduced the people he knew.    

    

There were many disciples of Patriarch Blood Demon, some of whom had extraordinary talent. However, their cultivation had already reached the peak of the Deity Entering Stage.    

    

There were a total of three disciples with this level of strength. Their names were Dongfaang Xueyue, Ming Xuexin, and Lu Xuezheng. Their strengths were equally matched, and it was said that they had all received the teachings of Patriarch Blood Demon.    

    

As for the other disciples of the late stage of Deity Entering Stage, there were probably more than seven to eight floors, with a total of more than ten people.    

    

These disciples were people that Blood Demon highly valued. They would either go out to adventure, or stay in seclusion …    

    

Chen Yu's heart couldn't help but sink when he heard that.    

    

It was already difficult for Chen Yu to deal with a martial artist at the peak of Deity Entering Stage, not to mention the fact that he received the true inheritance of the Blood Demon.    

    

Chen Yu fell into deep thought as he waved his hand to dismiss the middle-aged servant.    

    

Patriarch Blood Demon was extremely temperamental. It was hard for Chen Yu to fathom what he would do in the next moment.    

    

However, from the moment they met with Patriarch Blood Demon, Chen Yu had a general idea. It was that although this person was temperamental, his words were true. He would not go back on his words.    

    

From the fact that he had bypassed Xue Xueyi, the Blood Dragon, and the other disciples, he could see some clues.    

    

Of course, this person was also extremely cruel. He did as he pleased and valued face greatly.    

    

Chen Yu pondered. Patriarch Blood Demon was also a little hesitant, so he didn't want to kill him.    

    

"It should be that the heaven defying power of the Blood Flame Tyrant Spell made him feel threatened, and he also felt that my performance was too overbearing, so he wanted to kill me!" Chen Yu murmured, "But he can't get face to kill me. Plus, he's also a blood elementalist. He also wants to see his peers on the way to the bloodline's sacred art!"    

    

Chen Yu smiled bitterly.    

    

After a long while, Chen Yu shook his head and said, "No matter what, I cannot lose to his disciple. Otherwise, he will kill me with his disciple because I am too weak and unworthy to be called a Fellow Daoist."    

    

Even though Chen Yu felt that there was a contradiction in Blood Demon Ancestor's attitude, he knew that there was no way out.    

    

"Other than the Godly Mt. Xumi, I still need to continue cultivating the Blood Flame Tyrant Spell in order to break through!"    

    

"Fortunately, the accumulation of Blood Flame Tyrant Spell should already be enough!"    

    

Taking a deep breath, Chen Yu continued his closed door cultivation.    

    

In the next half month, he would push the Xumi Art to the third layer, allowing his bones and flesh to contract and expand.    

    

He began to verify with himself. He spread his soul power throughout every corner of his body, controlling his body inch by inch.    

    

After that, with the sound of bones shaking and rubbing against each other, his ten-foot tall body shrank by roughly a third of its original size.    

    

It didn't look like a monster anymore, but it still didn't look like it belonged to a human.    

    

If he wanted to continue shrinking it, it was because his cultivation of the Xumi Art was not enough.    

    

Chen Yu now had a deeper understanding of the meaning of the word 'Xumi'. He understood that it was extremely broad and subtle.    

    

While savoring this layer of meaning, Chen Yu suddenly felt that this body tempering cultivation technique might not be as simple as it looked on the surface.    

    

However, due to the pressure from the top disciples under Patriarch Blood Demon, Chen Yu did not have the time to continue cultivating the Godly Mt. Xumi. Instead, he started to focus most of his energy on cultivating the Blood Flame Tyrant Spell.