Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 805

Chapter 805: Chapter 279: True and False Grudges Settled, the Ancient Ascetic

The "fake Song Yan" taught by the Nine Swords did not care about the curses of the underlings below. He grinned joyfully, his eyes fixed on Elder Dan, who was transforming into a Blood Demon. He said lightly: "Old friend Dan Lie, you were one of my recommenders back then. It was you who allowed me to replace Song Yan. Why not let go and truly become my old friend?"

He descended swiftly, and behind him, a gigantic blood-red sword wheel began to form.

"Please don’t have any guilt! After all, it’s just the battle of the Saints! What’s it got to do with you?"

"The Blood Demon has your memories, everything of yours. Isn’t that Blood Demon... you?"

Dan Lie roared: "I was blind!"

The fake Song Yan was indifferent. He was already very close to the ground, suddenly looking at Song Yan, and called out: "Fellow cultivator, please do not meddle! Be careful not to get caught up in the battle of the Saints! This cause and effect is not something you can afford, leave quickly!"

Song Yan replied: "Naturally."

Everyone’s expressions changed drastically.

Song Yan continued: "But I must at least try my hand, right? What do you say, fellow cultivator?"

The fake Song Yan squinted, scanning the unfamiliar man in ordinary Profound Robe below, his hands spinning as the gigantic blood-red sword wheel wove into a vortex. The True Domain faintly floated within the vortex, making the surrounding world appear as a spiral of blood.

"If you can block one strike, you may leave; if not, stay and join my Blood River Sect, that would be the price for your intervention."

Whoosh!

The Void Ship fell, and the blood-red True Domain fell together.

Song Yan looked up at the blood-red True Domain, reaching out with one hand.

The giant hand grasped the blood-red True Domain, lightly pinching.

Boom!

The fake Song Yan’s True Domain exploded, like an egg crushed by a giant, like tofu smashed by a strongman... exploded.

The feeling wasn’t much different from when he killed mad soldiers and mad generals.

The undying Blood Demon burnt under the intense Nine Yin and Nine Yang, making crackling noises, then turned into a massive human-shaped puddle of blood water imprint on the ground, slowly fading under the exposure of True Yang in the sky.

Song Yan slightly lowered his head, gently covering his brow with his left hand, suppressing a feeling of wanting to laugh.

He regarded the Magical Battle as a sacred affair, never careless, would never laugh unless he couldn’t help it.

The contrast was too great.

Had he not just exerted nearly his full strength, the fake Song Yan would not have been vanquished so quickly, as swiftly as crushing a mosquito.

This gave him a new understanding of his current Power.

He spent 37,800,000 years absorbing Nine Yin and Nine Yang, spent tens of millions of failures to fuse "Small True Flame" into "Great True Flame," elevating his Power to the level beyond practice, it still seemed not weak.

On the other side, Elder Dan and the Sword Palace disciples were all dumbfounded.

It wasn’t just the instant kill, but also the myth of the undying Blood Demon that was broken today.

Looking at the Blood Demon still forming in front of Elder Dan, Song Yan reached out a big hand...

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