Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 748 - 749: Blood Soul Pearl! (2 more)

Chapter 748: Chapter 749: Blood Soul Pearl! (2 more)

In the heart of Fog Creek City, there was a relatively large Earth Castle guarded with the utmost vigilance.

This place had originally been the residence of the city’s City Lord. However, ever since the power of the Blood God Sect had extended here, the City Lord was promptly deposed and had even become a devout believer of the Blood God Sect—in the parlance of the inn’s server, a so-called "Si Zhao".

Of course, for a Demon Emperor Level creature like Despicable Donkey, the defenses of this branch stronghold were virtually nonexistent.

Easily bypassing the outer guards, Despicable Donkey quickly infiltrated the heart of the branch’s core area.

In a grand hall at the center of the Earth Castle, a man dressed in a gray Daoist robe who looked somewhat sly and shifty was holding a blood-colored pearl, apparently infusing some sort of sinister strength into a group of believers.

This person was likely the so-called "Disciple" of the Blood Sword Heavenly Monarch.

As the blood light from inside the pearl merged into the bodies of these believers, their aura indeed increased by leaps and bounds, but as a price, their soul origins seemed to be siphoned away, leaving their eyes looking utterly hollow.

"What kind of demon is this, that can actually plunder mortal people’s soul origins directly?"

Seeing this, Despicable Donkey was secretly shocked. Although these believers of the Blood God Sect had indeed obtained strength, the extracted soul origins could not be recovered. If this continued, they’d only turn into walking corpses.

Moreover, that evil power seemed to be changing their life forms, turning them from humans into demonic beings that were neither human nor Demon Clan!

"Hahaha!"

After extracting the last believer’s soul origin, the Grey Robe Daoist laughed out loud with a wide grin, "The Blood Soul Pearl bestowed by our Sect Hierarch is indeed incredibly powerful. It won’t be long before we can raise an army numbering in the tens of thousands in Fog Creek City!"

"Blood Spirit Army?" Despicable Donkey’s eyelids twitched slightly. It looked like the aim of the Blood God Sect was not simple at all—they actually had the wild ambition of transforming these ordinary mortal people into monsters capable of contending with Martial Artists.

Though these monsters might struggle to compete with high-level Martial Artists, their sheer numbers would definitely be a headache for Martial Artists. The most critical point was that they knew no fear and were extremely fierce and brutal.

The life and death of humanity should have nothing to do with this Divine Beast, but the Sky White Empire had been founded by that old guy after all...

Despicable Donkey curled his lip dismissively; he did not entirely lack feelings for the Sky White Emperor Dharma Form. After all, the Sky White Emperor Dharma Form had personally hatched him from the Divine Beast Egg, so naturally, he held a significant place in Despicable Donkey’s heart.

"I haven’t even started causing trouble yet, and it’s not yet the turn of some Blood God Sect to run amok on this turf!"

With that thought, Despicable Donkey kicked the door in, flashed inside, and then nonchalantly stood among the Grey Robe Daoist and a dozen or so Blood God Sect believers.

"Who goes there?"

The Grey Robe Daoist’s pupils shrank as he stared at Despicable Donkey. However, since Despicable Donkey was donning a large cloak, his appearance was concealed.

"You, this stinking Daoist, have some nerve to deceive the world right here, even creating some rotten cult?" Despicable Donkey snorted lightly, his face filled with disdain.

"How audacious, to insult the Blood God Sacred Sect!"

The Grey Robe Daoist glared at Despicable Donkey and then quickly realized, smiling widely, "Haha, it seems you are from a nearby Sect. Good, these ordinary people transformed into Blood Spirit Corpses only have limited strength. Only Martial Artists transformed into Blood Spirit Corpses can possess truly powerful strength."

"Come on, open your mind, believe in the Blood God! You will achieve immortality!"

The Grey Rob Daoist cackled fiendishly, his voice carrying an incredible power to bewitch.

"I believe in your grandpa!"

Despicable Donkey, after all, was a high-ranking Demon Emperor, how could he be so easily bewitched? With a sweep of his hoof, a torrent of black demon energy swept out, blowing a huge hole in the roof of the Earth Castle.

"First I’ll snatch your broken pearl, then go find your so-called Sect Hierarch’s bad luck!"

Despicable Donkey sneered, seeing something fresh in what the Grey Rob Daoist referred to as the "Blood Soul Pearl."

Seeing the might of Despicable Donkey’s single blow, the Grey Rob Daoist immediately broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly shouted, "Cao Sizhao, quick, stop him! All believers of the Blood God, execute this heretic! Execute him!"

"Heretic your mother’s head!"

Despicable Donkey charged left and right, a hoof sweeping through and directly scattering a crowd. These people had all been controlled by evil strength, and Despicable Donkey showed no mercy in his attacks. In a flash, he sent all the believers flying, and with a final stomp, he pinned the fleeing Grey Rob Daoist under his hoof and drew the Blood Soul Pearl to himself.

Indeed, the Blood Soul Pearl contained a terrifyingly powerful magic force, an aura even more malevolent than his own demon energy, and it could not be dispelled.

Before long, Despicable Donkey realized that the Blood Soul Pearl was simply a container-like object, within which a large amount of soul origin had been absorbed. It seemed it was used to repair something or for the cultivation of some evil technique.

"Bang!"

Despicable Donkey kicked back with his hind hooves, pressing the Grey Rob Daoist into the ground and said coldly, "Speak, who is your Sect Hierarch, and where is your Main Altar?"

"Jiejiejie..."

The Grey Rob Daoist stared fixedly at Despicable Donkey, grinning sinisterly, "Our Sect Hierarch will soon rule the world. As a faithful of the Blood God, I will achieve everlasting life! You... all of you heretics, will soon die, completely obliterated! Hahaha..."

"You’re truly insane!" Despicable Donkey curled his lip, figuring he wouldn’t get any valuable information from this fanatic believer, and so he crushed the Grey Rob Daoist’s chest with his hoof, grinding him into a mush.

"Even if you don’t talk, this Divine Beast will find your worthless Sect Hierarch!"

Despicable Donkey looked at the Blood Soul Pearl before him and smirked, "Although this Blood Soul Pearl isn’t anything good, the soul origin within it, hehehe..."

Emperor-level experts, also known as Creation Realm practitioners, whether they belonged to the Demon Clan or the Human Clan, shifted their cultivation focus from the physical to the soul level at this stage. To such experts, things like soul origin were rare and nourishing treasures!

Hence, the cultivators from Evil Sects thought to directly plunder from ordinary mortals, a method so vile and against the heavens, the Sect World strictly forbade it. Any cultivator that used this evil technique was deemed evil and condemned by all.

Of course, the reason behind this was the sheer malevolence of the method, which plundered the soul origin. Once the "Heart Demon Tribulation" arrived, survival was nearly impossible, prompting most cultivators to not dare take such a risk.

But an object like the Blood Soul Pearl seemed to resolve that issue, as it was not the martial artist themselves plundering others’ soul origin; naturally, there would be no Heart Demon Tribulation to face.

"It seems the Blood God Sect’s Sect Hierarch must have something even more high-level than the Blood Soul Pearl!"

Despicable Donkey chuckled slyly. Although he wasn’t ready to use the Blood Soul Pearl to absorb the soul origin of living people, the soul origin already stored within couldn’t go to waste!