Saint Sovereign of Nine Heavens

Under Chen Yu's powerful and powerful fists and kicks, these Blood Demon disciples were unable to last more than three minutes.    

    

Even the two remaining early stage Deity Entering Stage warriors were thrown out with broken arms and legs by Chen Yu.    

    

An early stage Deity Entering Stage skill didn't have much of a deterrent in front of the current Chen Yu. Their domain couldn't suppress Chen Yu, and all sorts of abilities were useless against Chen Yu.    

    

The dozen or so Blood Demon disciples either lost their hands or their legs, and moaned on the ground.    

    

And, to everyone's surprise, a calamity was befalling all of them.    

    

Chen Yuzheng was about to instruct the servants to call people to bring these Blood Demon disciples away, when suddenly, a dozen or so martial practitioners in blood-red clothes appeared. Without saying a word, they carried everyone away.    

    

The last skinny old man with a deep bearing and powerful strength that made Chen Yu feel threatened walked in.    

    

The old man looked at Chen Yu, cupped his hands, and said, "Young Master Chen, I am Situ Xue Jian. I am the steward who is ranked second in Blood Demon Hall. I didn't expect that these ignorant fools would dare to cause trouble for my young master.    

    

"Senior Brother Yan went out to do something?" Chen Yu asked.    

    

Situ Xue Jian nodded and said, "Sir, please make some preparations. Perhaps in a moment, my respected master will invite you over. I will take my leave first!"    

    

As Situ Xue Jian spoke, he turned around and left.    

    

Chen Yu slightly frowned and revealed a pondering expression.    

    

Since he was too lazy to cultivate, Chen Yu took out a Medicine Pill and fed it to the middle-aged servant.    

    

Before the food was ready, Situ Xue Jian came back and said, "Young Master Chen, my respected teacher invited you in!"    

    

Chen Yu nodded and followed Situ Xue Jian out of his residence, arriving in the courtyard in the center of the Blood Demon Hall.    

    

Inside the courtyard, Patriarch Blood Demon sat in the main seat. On either side of him stood two rows of martial practitioners that were supposed to be his disciples.    

    

In front of Blood Demon Ancestor, there were more than a dozen martial artists kneeling on the ground. They were He Xue Hong and the other Blood Demon disciples who had been injured by Chen Yu.    

    

"Chen Yu is here, sit!" Patriarch Blood Demon pointed to a spot on the right.    

    

Chen Yu was a little unsure of Patriarch Blood Demon's attitude. After bowing and thanking him, he sat down.    

    

"Chen Yu, to some extent, you and I are fellow daoists!" Without even looking at the kneeling disciple in front of him, Patriarch Blood Demon said, "My disciple being disrespectful to you is disrespectful. This wasn't all, but more than a dozen disciples were besieged and beaten to the point that they couldn't even fight back. This was simply incompetent. "What do you think, that under the tutelage of Patriarch Blood Demon, I should keep useless people around for?"    

    

Chen Yu was shocked when he heard that.    

    

These words seemed to contain the intention of protecting her and finding fault?    

    

"What do you think?" Patriarch Blood Demon stared at Chen Yu as he continued.    

    

Chen Yu looked at He Xue Hong and the others who were kneeling. He saw that all of them were trembling and their eyes were filled with fear and despair.    

    

"Ancestor is too serious!" Chen Yu felt increasingly uneasy. At first, his impression of Patriarch Blood Demon could be described as completely overturned. He only felt that Patriarch Blood Demon was extremely temperamental and terrifying.    

    

"Words?" Patriarch Blood Demon smiled sinisterly and said, "How can I be serious?"    

    

With that, Patriarch Blood Demon waved his hand. Instantly, strange blood symbols appeared and flew straight towards He Xuerong and the others. Not a single one of them landed and drilled into their bodies.    

    

The shivering disciples of the Blood Demon Sect suddenly began to tremble and twitch. Then, they couldn't help but cry out miserably.    

    

"Honorable Master, have mercy! Honorable Master, have mercy!" Someone pleaded.    

    

"Please spare our lives Master, we will never dare to do so again!"    

    

"Master!"    

    

Soon, every single Blood Demon disciple who was kneeling seemed to be suffering from excruciating pain. Their bodies were paralyzed on the ground, dripping with sweat and their faces were twisted.    

    

"A bunch of trash. What's the point of keeping them?" Blood Demon gave a cold snort. He suddenly looked at the two rows of martial practitioners beside the palace and said, "Do you see what happens to them? It's fine if there's a dozen people surrounding us, but they can't even beat us.    

    

There were no less than a hundred warriors in the two rows. They all bowed and did not dare to breathe too loudly. Not to mention, no one dared to beg for mercy for their fellow disciples.    

    

Chen Yu felt his heart heavy and uneasy.    

    

He suddenly understood why these Blood Demon disciples would reveal an expression of calamity when they were defeated by him.    

    

Previously, Chen Yu thought that Martial Cultivator of the Devil Sect, who was like Dieh Qianyi, was temperamental and difficult to serve. It was only now that he realized that Dieh Qianyi could be considered a good person when compared to Patriarch Blood Demon.    

    

He even felt that this matter wouldn't end so easily.    

    

"Chen Yu, what do you think I should do with them? Should we spare their lives? " Patriarch Blood Demon suddenly asked Chen Yu.    

    

Chen Yu hesitated for a moment, but still nodded and said, "Ancestor, actually, it's not a big deal. The punishment doesn't have to be this severe!"    

    

"Is the punishment severe?" Patriarch Blood Demon looked at the disciples standing on either side of him. He suddenly asked with a stern voice, "Do you think my punishment is too severe?"    

    

The two rows of disciples remained silent.    

    

"Speak!" Patriarch Bloodfiend frowned, then barked harshly.    

    

"It's not heavy!" All the Blood Demon disciples said in unison.    

    

"Look, they all said that the punishment wasn't too severe!" A look of satisfaction appeared on Patriarch Blood Demon's face as he said to Chen Yu, "Under my tutelage, no matter what you do, it doesn't matter. The only thing you can't tolerate is incompetence!"    

    

Chen Yu was speechless.    

    

Patriarch Blood Demon raised his hand, and his five fingers clenched into a fist.    

    

An intense divine will fluctuation suddenly appeared within the bodies of He Xuerong and the others who were rolling and howling on the ground. After that, each of them violently twitched a few times before they suddenly went deathly still, no longer moving.    

    

"Let's drag it down to become fertilizer!" Patriarch Blood Demon said calmly.    

    

It was as if the dozen or so dead disciples were no different from pigs and dogs.    

    

Chen Yu felt a chill in his heart.    

    

Immediately, a servant stepped forward and dragged the corpses of He Xuerong and the rest away.    

    

"Alright, Chen Yu. Now, it's time for us to talk about the matter of you hitting my disciple! " Patriarch Blood Demon chuckled and then suddenly said.    

    

Chen Yu's heart skipped a beat as he thought, "It really came."    

    

A bitter look appeared on Chen Yu's face as he said, "Please speak, Ancestor!"    

    

"Although Zhang Xueming and the others deserve to die, they are my disciples after all. If they were able to defeat even a single one of you, wouldn't that mean that I, as your master, am extremely powerless?" Patriarch Bloodfiend said.    

    

Chen Yu was speechless at the Blood Demon Grandmaster's reasoning.    

    

"Patriarch, you're being too serious! They haven't learned anything yet!" Chen Yu said with a wry smile, "Ancestor's power is as profound as the sea, so the disciples only need to learn 10%. Even Chen Yu is not a match for him!"    

    

"Fellow Daoist," he said, "you can sit here and discuss friends with the Dao!" Blood Fiend Ancestor shook his head and said, "Chen Yu, I see you as my little fellow cultivator. You don't have to wear a high hat for me!"    

    

After a pause, Patriarch Blood Demon looked at the disciples under him and said in a stern voice, "Whoever challenges Chen Yu, whoever wins, can stay by my side for a month!"    

    

The disciples of the two rows of Blood Demon Sect all had a hint of excitement on their faces. However, for the time being, none of them dared to show their faces.    

    

Chen Yu defeated a dozen people, and three of them were at the early Deity Entering Stage realm.    

    

If they couldn't win, then they would be useless. If they couldn't, then they would have to take the consequences of He Xuerong and the others. These Blood Demon disciples didn't dare to rashly take risks, even considering the advantages and disadvantages.    

    

"What, my sect is full of these kinds of people?" Seeing that no one had come out, Patriarch Blood Demon became displeased and said in a stern voice, "Then what do I want you for?"    

    

"Master, disciple is willing to give it a try!" Seeing the aura of Patriarch Blood Demon skyrocket and his killing intent surge, all of the Blood Demon disciples trembled in fear. Finally, a twenty-six-year-old man stepped forward.    

    

"Blood Dragon Fu, good, you're not bad!" Upon seeing that someone had come out, Patriarch Blood Demon's expression was slightly unperturbed. He said, "Then let's begin!"    

    

Blood Dragon Fu took two steps forward and said to Chen Yu: "Fellow Daoist Chen, please!"    

    

Chen Yu's heart felt heavy. He stood up and turned to Blood Demon Ancestor, "Ancestor, if I refuse, what will happen?"    

    

"What do you think will happen?" Patriarch Blood Demon laughed coldly. "Fellow Daoist, you may sit down and discuss the Dao. However, if you displease me, I'll kill you with one slash!"    

    

Chen Yu said expressionlessly, "Then junior has no room to refuse. Junior has a request! "    

    

Patriarch Blood Demon frowned. "Speak!"    

    

"If I lose, there's no need to mention it. However, if you win, please do not punish your disciple! " Chen Yu said carefully as he stopped talking.    

    

Patriarch Blood Demon snorted. "How am I going to deal with this disciple of mine? Do I need you to talk too much?"    

    

"It's not that this junior is blabbermouth!" Chen Yu hesitated for a bit and said, "But I don't want any more people to die because of me. This is bad for junior's cultivation, but my mentality is damaged."    

    

Chen Yu was afraid that, in the end, not even a single disciple of Patriarch Blood Demon would survive. At that time, he would inevitably be angry at himself.    

    

For someone like Patriarch Bloodfiend, it was hard to guess how happy or angry he was.    

    

"A woman's benevolence!" Patriarch Blood Demon scolded, "However, I can promise you that!"    

    

"Many thanks, Royal Elder!"    

    

Only then did Chen Yu feel relieved.    

    

Patriarch Blood Demon's thoughts were extremely strange. Now that Chen Yu had the Sumeru art, he wanted to leave this place. However, considering how moody the Blood Demon Grandmaster was, he didn't dare to speak carelessly.    

    

Walking up to Blood Dragon Fu, Chen Yu said, "Please!"    

    

"Fellow Daoist Chen, please!" With a trace of gratitude in his eyes, Blood Dragon Fu bowed again.    

    

The cultivation of Blood Dragon Fu was not low and was in the middle stage of the Deity Entering Stage. It was around the fourth or fifth level and could be considered strong.    

    

However, in terms of blood arts and abilities, Chen Yu was not afraid of any Martial Cultivator of the Deity Entering Stage.    

    

Without hesitation, Chen Yu took a step forward and punched.    

    

Blood Dragon Fu chopped down with her sword. Her blood glowed with a sharp light as her sword cut through the air. Blood-colored runes flashed on her sword and sealed off her Qi and blood.    

    

However, it was of no use. Chen Yu had broken the sword art with a punch. The blood flame condensed on his fist, and even the sword aura could not harm him.    

    

Blood Dragon Fu's expression was grave. After shifting her form, the sword beams rose again, transforming into layers upon layers of bloody webs.    

    

Chen Yu still easily broke through it.    

    

Blood Dragon Fu retreated again. After exhaling a long breath, a tiny figure condensed from fresh blood appeared above his head. It was his primordial spirit.    

    

The primordial spirit formed a sword seal and stabbed forward. The blood colored primordial spirit spat out a ray of bloody light like an arrow and quickly flew out, entering Chen Yu's forehead.    

    

The Blood Demon disciples watching the battle were all speechless, but at this moment, they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.    

    

Even Blood Demon Sect's ancestor slightly nodded as if he was satisfied with Blood Dragon Fu's performance.