C22 The Tyrannical Asura Devil Lord!

Though he remained still, the air around him was thick with an oppressive aura of death. The blood coursing through the pool stirred Yeh Hongchen's own blood to a boil, as if it rightfully belonged among the flowing crimson.

"Could this be Ye Bufan's fated opportunity?" Yeh Hongchen murmured, his grip tightening on his sword's hilt as he advanced down the path.

With a resounding crash, the moment Yeh Hongchen set foot on the bridge-like path, the blood pool erupted, sending four towering columns of blood skyward.

"Not good!"

As the blood pillars hurtled towards him, Yeh Hongchen wasted no time. With agility light as a feather, he swiftly positioned himself before the figure in the black robe.

Upon Yeh Hongchen's approach, the blood columns vanished as if they had never existed. "Even in death, he's domineering. This man must have been quick to anger in life," Yeh Hongchen deduced, grasping the intent behind the blood pillars—they were a forceful summons to his presence.

After studying the black-robed figure, Yeh Hongchen noticed several characters scrawled in blood on the ground: Asura Devil Lord. The mere sight of the name sent his mind reeling, as if the words themselves conjured visions of a gruesome battlefield.

A man in a black robe, who appeared no older than twenty-eight, bore two bloodstained streaks across his face. His broadsword, now a bloodied hue, obscured its true form.

Before him lay a sea of adversaries, clad in diverse attire, brandishing a multitude of weapons, each engaged in their unique combat styles.

One against many.

Yet, the black-robed man's demeanor remained unchanged, his eyes painted with a stroke of scorn.

In an instant, he unleashed a sweep of his blade, and a surge of bloodlight erupted, slicing through all who stood before him.

With no further ado, those before the black-robed figure dissolved into pools of blood, vanishing from the scene.

Having completed his grim task, the black-robed man seemed to sense Yeh Hongchen's gaze. He turned, casting a backward glance that revealed a glint of red in his left eye.

Asura Devil Lord!

The four characters blazed into Yeh Hongchen's mind!

In that instant, his consciousness snapped back to the present, and he realized his back was soaked with cold sweat.

His gaze fixed on the black-robed figure, filled with terror, he whispered, "This Asura Devil Lord's power must surpass the Nascent Infant Stage, perhaps even nearing its ultimate pinnacle!"

While speaking, Yeh Hongchen reached out to touch the black robe, and the figure abruptly rose to its feet!

Yeh Hongchen's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively retreated several paces.

"Your presence here signifies a destined connection with me. I am willing to impart to you the Asura Fiend Qi Technique."

Yeh Hongchen's grip on his sword hilt tightened, a faint blue glow emanating from his hand—his Innate Spiritual Energy, ready for combat at a moment's notice.

Yet, the black-robed man didn't launch an attack. He spoke as if he were a robot, absorbed in his own monologue.

"However, you must vow to me that, given the opportunity, you will slay the Void Immortal. Do you agree?"

At these words, the black-robed man paused, and a sinister red light flickered within the folds of his robe.

A crushing force enveloped Yeh Hongchen, nearly driving him to his knees!

"I am the Young Palace Lord of the Dust Ending Palace; I cannot bow before another!"

Yeh Hongchen resisted the overwhelming urge to kneel, struggling against the invisible force bearing down on him.