A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Blood Profound Daoist’s face as he observed the cultivators charging at him. His finger jabbed out in quick succession and bullets of wind – tangible in quality – shot through the air. Bloody holes the size of a finger appeared on each of their heads.

Next, the blood-coloured crystal in Blood Profound Daoist’s hand exerted a suction force and a drop of blood was sucked out from each of the killed cultivators.

The droplets of blood were more than meets the eye. Each of the blood droplets contained all of the cultivator’s blood essence. It had been compressed through some magical means into just one drop.

Plop! Plop! Plop!

Finally, the corpses of all those cultivators fell to the ground. Blood Profound Daoist continued forward as he continued unleashing bullets of wind, killing the cultivators there non-stop. Droplets of blood kept flying towards him from every direction before seeping into the blood-coloured crystal in his hand.

“This fellow has gone nuts.” Chen Feng, who was still inside the wine establishment, abruptly got up. Next, his figure disappeared from sight.

His action shocked Luo Mingdao for a moment. Next, Luo Mingdao sent out his own soul power and quickly understood...