The formations of the Evil Formation Master were sinister and malicious, but not adept at slaughter. Especially in unforeseen circumstances, when facing the sudden attack of a monster cultivator empowered by fierce blood qi, they were nearly powerless to retaliate.
Thus, this Evil Formation Master was brutally hacked to death.
The sudden, shocking turn of events was unfathomable.
The other two demon cultivators dissecting the demon monster’s body were jolted to their senses only after the Evil Formation Master had been reduced to meat pulp, and they were both shocked and angry.
"Are you mad?"
"Have you lost your mind?"
"Aren’t you afraid of incurring Mr. Tu’s wrath?"
Not mentioning "Mr. Tu" would have been better, but as soon as these three words were uttered, the bald monster cultivator went utterly berserk, his expression contorted:
"Are you also Mr. Tu’s dogs? Did Mr. Tu send you to harm me?"
One demon cultivator yelled angrily, "What nonsense are you spewing!"
But before he could finish, a bloody guillotine came swinging down toward his head in a sudden gust.
This demon cultivator cursed angrily, pulled out an Evil Artifact in the form of a skull, and began battling fiercely against the bald monster cultivator.
The other demon cultivator also didn’t sit idly; he conjured a blood sword and joined the fray.
These two demon cultivators were both of considerable cultivation, well-versed in evil techniques; one attacked with the blood sword, while the other suppressed with the skull. Together, their combined power was even greater.
The bald monster cultivator, despite his madness and frantic moves, was still no match for the two, and after eight or nine dozen rounds, was defeated, pierced through the left shoulder by the blood sword, and subdued by the skull Evil Artifact.
Subdued by the two, the bald monster cultivator couldn’t break free from the demonic qi emitted by the skull Evil Artifact, but his face remained fierce, roaring incessantly.
The skull demon cultivator, puzzling over his bizarre state, frowned and said:
"What’s wrong with this fool? Is he possessed? He even dares to defy Mr. Tu’s orders, he..."
Before finishing the sentence, a sharp blood sword pierced through his chest.
The skull demon cultivator’s eyes widened, and he slowly turned around to see the demon Path comrade he had previously partnered with now glaring with distorted resentment, his chest impaled with the blood sword:
"So what if you defy Mr. Tu’s orders? Are you also willing to be Mr. Tu’s dog?"
"Mr. Tu’s dogs deserve to die!"
The blood sword pierced the heart meridian, the insidious blood qi ravaging the organs. Fury etched on the skull demon cultivator’s face, death came as he regretted too late, leaving him to perish.
The blood sword demon cultivator kept sneering after killing the skull demon cultivator.
Yet amidst his laughter, he couldn’t continue laughing.
The black-gray in his eyes faded, and clarity returned slightly, looking at the companion lifeless on his sword, a stupefied shock overtook him, incredulously muttering:
"I...what have I done?"
"How could I..."
"I..."
Amid his mind’s turmoil, "splat," a colossal guillotine swung mightily with demonic power, severing his neck and spilling copious amounts of blood.
Then followed the second knife, the third, and the fourth... ruthlessly without pause.
The blood sword demon cultivator, thus, hacked alive and fell limp onto the ground.
Behind him, the bald monster cultivator, having escaped the skull Evil Artifact’s restraint.
This bald monster cultivator, covered in blood, wielded the gory guillotine.
This massive guillotine was meant for Decapitating Mo Hua’s head but now stained with the demon cultivator’s blood.
"No one can tell me what to do."
"Not Mr. Tu..."
"Anyone who tries to tell me dies."
Amid the bald monster cultivator’s eyes was a faint blackness, hinting at madness.
But the demon cultivators in the blood pool were all killed by him; those "teaching him" were dead too, leaving him suddenly aimless, with a semblance of confusion.
At this moment, that innocent yet eerie voice resounded again from within:
"That’s right, no one can tell you what to do, not Mr. Tu..."
"That Mr. Tu, what’s he worth?"
"The reason he acts so arrogantly is entirely because of the Divine Lord’s prestige."
"The Divine Lord is wise, is great."
The bald monster cultivator felt deep agreement: "Yes, the Divine Lord is wise, is great."
The eerie innocent voice said: "Now that the Divine Lord is awake, based on Mr. Tu’s capability, he is wholly unfit to be the Divine Lord’s ’servant.’"
The bald monster cultivator nodded, "Yes, he is unfit."
"If he is unfit, then who is fit?"
"Who?" The bald monster cultivator was bewildered.