“Patriarch Fifth Peak!!”
“Patriarch!”
As the Blood Demon Sect disciples watched what was happening, their hearts quivered, and their eyes filled with tears.
Burning one’s life force in such a way would result in certain death!
Finally, Meng Hao’s body completely restored itself, and he opened his eyes to look at the teenager burning his life force to give him time to recover.
Although his fleshly body had been on the point of shattering, his soul and divine sense had remained, so he was aware of everything happening around him.
“You….” he said, his eyes filled with grief.
“Blood Prince,” said the teenager, his voice ancient and archaic, “you’ve done too much for the Blood Demon Sect already. This time, no arguing with me over who does what. This time, allow me to protect you!” He laughed happily, but his body quivered as he fought back against the three precious treasures. Even by burning his life force, he would not be able to hold out for very long.
“Get out of here!” he suddenly said, glancing back at Meng Hao. “I’m going to die, but before I do, I’ll sully these three precious treasures, making it impossible for them to be used against you, at least temporarily. The Patriarch is fighting, and so am I… but soon, everything will be up to you! Go!”
Meng Hao trembled as he realized that Patriarch Fifth Peak was already mentally prepared to die, and that there would be no changing his mind. Meng Hao’s heart felt like it was about to be ripped to shreds, but decisiveness appeared in his bloodshot eyes and he immediately retreated.
When he passed into the fourth layer of the shield, the teenager who had once been an old man smiled and continued to burn his life force.
“I’ve lived for too long, and seen too many things….” He turned back to look at his apprentice back in the Blood Demon Sect. He gave her a kind smile, then closed his eyes. The flames of his burning life force turned a bright, majestic red. Suddenly, his body exploded, releasing shocking, blood-colored undulations that slammed into the precious treasures, staining them red.
The precious treasures immediately grew dark and drab, as if their spirits had been sullied. They instantly began to fall toward the ground.
“MASTER!!” cried the heartbroken disciples of the fifth mountain peak. Tears ran like blood down the face of the pretty young woman.
All of the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect were trembling. Their previous hopelessness was now gone, replaced by frenzied hatred.
They needed no rousing speeches now. The Blood Demon Sect was like a sword, ready to kill!
Meng Hao looked up, and a shocking red glow could be seen in his eyes.