Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Chapter 1549: Chapter 639: A Thread Hanging from the Sky

The Territorial Expansion Alliance cultivators remained silent in the spectator seats.

The White Cloud Village cultivators’ expressions were ashen.

You Yunshou’s brows furrowed tightly.

They had prepared extensively for this battle of Cloud Pot Daoist. With the White Jade Heaven Cup, Thirty-Six Stacked Cloud Gates, Sinking Smoke Locking Pot Array, and numerous Cloud Beasts, along with the methods supported by forces like the Setting Sun Association, Green Tea Society, and Heart Inquiry Hall, it was enough to surround and kill most Nascent Soul cultivators.

They couldn’t have anticipated the Red Robe Guest to be so powerful, far surpassing what the intelligence described!

"Exhilarating!" The Red Robe Guest laughed heartily, his blood robe fluttering, demonic qi soaring to the sky.

He was stimulated by the death of Yue Qingshan, by the merits of Tan Zhu, and by being suppressed in rank by Chun Yangzi. At this moment, as he struck, he indirectly vented all the years of pent-up frustration onto the battlefield.

Relieving!

Cloud Pot Daoist’s face turned pale.

He had retreated to the edge of the Cloud Marsh Martial Arts Arena.

Stepping back further, he would collide with the array light curtain protecting it.

The White Jade Heaven Cup hung in front of him, the pot covered in intersecting cracks. Only a few remaining Cloud Beasts guarded around him, their aura all weak.

"Don’t force me further!" As he watched the Red Robe Guest advance, he had to release the Dying Sun Blood-sucking Crow.

A sharp, ear-piercing crow caw sounded.

This was not a Cloud Beast but a Demon Beast.

It was entirely covered with black feathers, the roots reflecting a dark red hue of the setting sun. Its eyes were like small blood beads, its beak slender and sharp, and its claws with an old blood hue.

Upon its appearance, it fixated on the blood qi surrounding the Red Robe Guest.

The Dying Sun Blood-sucking Crow screeched sharply, transforming into a black-red shadow, darting towards the edge of the Red Robe Guest’s blood sea, taking a vicious peck!

It managed to peck away a large area of blood light.

As the blood light entered its mouth, the Dying Sun Blood-sucking Crow’s feather roots burned even brighter with red.

Its aura suddenly surged several levels.

The Red Robe Guest’s eyebrows twitched, feeling minor surprise for the first time since the start of the battle.

The Dying Sun Blood-sucking Crow returned to peck once more, consuming another mouthful of blood qi.

The more it ate, the faster and fiercer it became. The thicker the blood sea around the Red Robe Guest grew, the more excited it became. Blood fog, bloodline, blood droplets, even residual light from blood techniques became its nourishment.

This Demon Beast was countering the Blood Dao!

A hint of excitement finally surfaced in Cloud Pot Daoist’s eyes.

The Dying Sun Blood-sucking Crow was an asset sponsored by the Setting Sun Association, too fierce for Cloud Pot Daoist to control, leaving him quite fearful it might turn against him.

But releasing it now, surprisingly effective!

The blood technique of the Red Robe Guest made the Dying Sun Blood-sucking Crow grow stronger with each bite.

The Dying Sun Blood-sucking Crow swooped again.

The Red Robe Guest unexpectedly did not dodge or evade, instead raising his arm, letting it pierce his protective blood light.

The Dying Sun Blood-sucking Crow was delighted, fiercely sucking.

A massive amount of blood qi was swallowed into its belly.

Its body rapidly expanded, black feathers stood erect, the color of the setting sun burning from the feather roots to the tips.

In the next moment, the Dying Sun Blood-sucking Crow’s call transformed.

From excitement to pain.

A bizarre rumbling noise emanated from its stomach, as if a pot of blood water was boiling.

The Red Robe Guest raised his hand, lightly pointed with his fingertip: "Is my blood tasty?"

The Dying Sun Blood-sucking Crow’s eyes suddenly bulged.

The blood qi it had swallowed transformed into numerous blood-colored pill patterns in its stomach. These pill patterns intertwined with each other, quickly forming a small Blood Pill.

Once the Blood Pill formed, it immediately reversed, consuming the blood of the Dying Sun Blood-sucking Crow.

The Dying Sun Blood-sucking Crow struggled frantically, losing large patches of black-red feathers. It wanted to vomit out the Blood Pill in its stomach, but it was already too late.

Boom!

The Dying Sun Blood-sucking Crow’s belly exploded, demon blood splattering like rain.

The Red Robe Guest opened his mouth, inhaling deeply.

The scattered demon blood rolled back, swallowed into his mouth.

The blood light around him grew even stronger, his crimson robe appearing freshly soaked in blood, the dark blood patterns emitting a subtle satisfied hiss.

The joy on Cloud Pot Daoist’s face froze.

The Dying Sun Blood-sucking Crow was dead.

Not only dead but also ended up being a tonic for the Red Robe Guest!

At this moment, Cloud Pot Daoist’s battle intent plunged to the bottom.

The Red Robe Guest tread upon a blood cloud, walking step by step.

He wore a smile, yet there was not a hint of warmth in his eyes.

The Red Robe Guest slowly remarked, "Is there more?"

Cloud Pot Daoist’s lips went dry.

The Red Robe Guest continued, "If you have none, I shall send you on your way."

As his voice fell, the Red Robe Guest’s figure suddenly rushed forward.

A blood-colored large hand pierced through the last layers of cloud qi, fiercely aiming for Cloud Pot Daoist’s head.

Cloud Pot Daoist screamed sharply, "Open the pot!"

The White Jade Pot swelled with the wind, as large as a ship, its mouth wide open, revealing its final Cloud Chamber. In the chamber, white light layered over layer, attempting to contain the Red Robe Guest inside.

The blood light around the Red Robe Guest surged, releasing another blood-colored large hand.

Both hands clasped the mouth of the White Jade Heaven Cup tightly, hooks in each of his ten fingers, violently tearing!

The pot’s mouth shattered.

The originally tiny cracks on the pot body instantly spread, most of the Thirty-Six Layers of Cloud Sea Patterns snapped. The clouds within the pot’s chamber violently churned, large acreages of cloud qi spouting out through the cracks.

Cloud Pot Daoist felt as if struck by lightning, blood seeped from all seven orifices simultaneously.

His Lifebound Magical Treasure was torn apart, leaving him gravely injured.

The Red Robe Guest leapt through the white light from the pot’s mouth, his left hand grasping the White Jade Heaven Cup, his right hand pressing towards Cloud Pot Daoist’s chest.

Cloud Pot Daoist wanted to evade.

Couldn’t escape!

As the Red Robe Guest’s palm descended.

Bang!

Cloud Pot Daoist’s chest caved in, his entire body flew backward, crashing into the protective light curtain.

The curtain rippled with massive waves.

Cloud Pot Daoist slid down slowly, clinging to the array light curtain.

Silence filled the entire venue.

Everyone could see Cloud Pot Daoist had lost.

Tao Liang softly exclaimed, "Lost, we’ve won!"

"No, he still has a trump card." Ning Zhuo’s eyes flashed with a brilliant light.

All because he noticed Cloud Pot Daoist’s face had fear, pain, embarrassment, severely wounded and near death paleness, yet lacked despair.

On the battlefield, the Red Robe Guest also sensed something.

His eyes turned cold, prepared to retreat.

But Cloud Pot Daoist lifted his head, his face covered in blood and dirt, hoarsely shouting, "Taste my hook!"