Chapter 196 - 128: Exhausting All Means to Slay Bai Ting!

Chapter 196: Chapter 128: Exhausting All Means to Slay Bai Ting!

Lu Jing’an truly hadn’t expected Bai Ting, an old monster steeped in the path of the Blood Cultivator for decades, to possess such an endless array of tricks.

The core of a Blood Cultivator’s path lay entirely in the word "blood." As long as their blood reserves were sufficient, they were like perpetual killing machines, slaughtering without rest. Not to mention that life-saving Evil Technique of transforming into thousands of Blood Bats, gathering and scattering with impermanence. Blending illusion with reality, it could evade most lethal attacks in the mortal world. On a night of the full moon, when blood sources were abundant, a Blood Cultivator was an immortal Asura walking the earth.

Of course, this was only in theory. Naturally, such an "ideal scenario" was almost impossible to achieve. But even if it couldn’t be reached, just looking at the current situation, these two abilities were already completely overpowered.

Bai Ting reformed his body a short distance away. Wisps of blood mist seeped from the void. They intertwined and outlined his form, first building the skeleton, then covering it with flesh and blood. Finally, they draped him in that dark red-soaked long robe. Moonlight fell on his pale face through the gaps in the mist that had yet to close, illuminating those scarlet pupils until they resembled two Netherworld lanterns.

Watching Bai Ting reform from the blood mist, Lu Jing’an didn’t slow his pace in the slightest. Time was the most luxurious commodity right now. He had to finish off Bai Ting before his Peak State ended.

BOOM!

Lu Jing’an’s toes crushed the last intact blue brick as he shot forward like a heavy arrow loosed from a bowstring. The air was torn apart, emitting a shriek like tearing silk. Scattered rubble along the way was swept up by the fierce wind, forming a trailing plume of dust.

The bluestone-paved road beneath his feet was already in ruins. It had long been shattered into a spiderweb of cracks during his successive fierce battles with Bai Hu and Bai Ting. Now, struck by his forceful stomp, it exploded into powder on the spot. Dust mixed with gravel splattered in all directions.

Blood-red light surged in Bai Ting’s eyes.

He was furious, truly furious! He had thought Lu Jing’an’s bizarre regenerative ability was just a flash in the pan—lasting a few minutes, ten at most. But now, it had been much longer than ten minutes. Lu Jing’an was still bursting with relentless vitality. His fist gusts grew more violent with every strike, and his aura showed no sign of waning.

He realized he had miscalculated. If he had known this earlier, he would have killed the boy on the spot at all costs. Why had he reared a tiger only to invite disaster, allowing it to escalate into this life-and-death struggle?

Seeing Lu Jing’an pounce to within thirty feet of him, Bai Ting finally gritted his teeth. The last trace of hesitation in his eyes was replaced by absolute resolve. Bai Ting suddenly took a half-step back and tilted his head toward the sky. The veins on his neck bulged, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and an inhuman, drawn-out howl burst from his throat.

"AWOOOO!"

The howl was as mournful as a lone wolf crying at the moon, yet mixed with the cacophony of a thousand grieving souls wailing. Wherever the sound wave passed, the remaining window lattices on both sides shattered in a series of CRACKS. Even the stone beasts perched on the distant roof ridges vibrated, shedding showers of dust.

And the sky truly opened.

The impossibly thick night mist was torn open by an invisible, massive force, revealing a narrow gap. A beam of cold moonlight cascaded down like a celestial waterfall, pouring squarely onto the top of Bai Ting’s head.

SIZZLE!

The moment the moonlight touched the blood mist, it emitted a crackling sound like boiling oil poured over snow. The roiling blood mist around Bai Ting boiled violently, its color shifting from dark red to a demonic purplish-crimson. More viscous bloody threads surged frantically from his facial orifices and pores, twisting into countless dense, bloody vines in midair.

Bai Ting’s aura climbed steadily. His originally abyssal blood-lust aura was now infused with an ancient, decayed pressure that carried the heavy stench of a coffin.

Bai Ting’s face began to blur. Beneath his flesh, it seemed another face was struggling to break free. It had a high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, and lips as thin as a razor’s edge. That was a wisp of the Primordial Ancestor of the Blood Race’s willpower brand, cast across endless space and time.

Lu Jing’an’s pupils contracted sharply.

"Howling at the Moon!"

His gaze turned piercing. He had read about this move in Wen Ling’s documents. It was a common ritual among Blood Cultivators, praying to the Primordial Ancestor of the Blood Race for a blessing in exchange for a temporary surge in power. Lu Jing’an had been waiting for Bai Ting to use this Evil Technique. Only now had Bai Ting been forced to reveal his trump card.

And seeing the increasingly dense, inhuman aura on Bai Ting, Lu Jing’an also understood why he had delayed using it. All gifts had already been secretly priced. While "Howling at the Moon" bestowed power, it also deepened the Primordial Ancestor’s soul brand on the receiver. It caused one to sink deeper into the path of the Blood Race until they were thoroughly reduced to the Primordial Ancestor’s slave.

For Bai Ting, who was wholeheartedly bent on escaping his bloodline destiny and even secretly plotting to break away, this was undoubtedly drinking poison to quench a thirst. Were it not a matter of life and death, Bai Ting would never have used it.

The blessing process was actually quite short, taking no more than two or three breaths of time. It wasn’t that Lu Jing’an hadn’t entertained the thought of seizing the opportunity to interrupt it. But in the instant Lu Jing’an’s shoulders sank and his toes were poised to move, Danger Perception pierced his temples like thousands of steel needles!

It was sharper and more terrifying than any previous warning! Hallucinations even surfaced before his eyes. A pair of giant scarlet eyes spanning time and space opened in the clouds, looking down with indifference. Wherever its gaze fell, all living things became Blood Food.

That was the gaze of the Primordial Ancestor. This meant that if he attacked rashly now, the one he would be facing would no longer be Bai Ting. Instead, he would face that will of the Primordial Ancestor projected across time and space.

Challenge a Void Evil God? Lu Jing’an wasn’t arrogant to that extent. He held his ground, quietly waiting for the ritual to finish.

A trace of disappointment actually flashed through Bai Ting’s heart. He had deliberately saved "Howling at the Moon" for this moment. He had originally calculated on using a borrowed blade to secure the kill. If Lu Jing’an had attacked recklessly, it would have provoked a counterattack from the Primordial Ancestor’s will. Even at the Peak of Internal Breath, he would have been reduced to a puddle of blood on the spot.

Unfortunately, this kid was too steady.

But no matter.

When Bai Ting opened his eyes again, the last trace of human emotion in his gaze had been thoroughly obliterated. All that remained were two bottomless pools of a bloody abyss.

"Tonight, you die."

Before his voice could fade, Bai Ting’s figure vanished out of thin air. It wasn’t speed; it was a disappearance in the truest sense.