Chapter 1588 - 1483: Blood Sacrifice Technique

Daoist Shan Xu had faced countless crises.

The moment Qin Hao spoke, he clearly sensed that danger was imminent.

In his gaze, Qin Hao slowly climbed up, his body trembling.

Just as he was about to stand, suddenly, Qin Hao’s expression changed, and with a thud, he sat back down.

"Damn!" Qin Hao cursed angrily, and only then did Daoist Shan Xu relax, sneering with feigned bravado, "Heh, even if you know I’m powerless, so what? You can’t even stand! How can you kill me?"

"Old turtle! What are you so proud of? As soon as I regain my strength, your death is certain!" Qin Hao swore, trying to get up, but exhausted as he was, his body kept trembling.

"Heh! Little rascal! By the time you have the strength, I’ll already be full of energy..." Daoist Shan Xu also regained his composure, "So, don’t be delusional. Wait, I’m going to torture you thoroughly before killing you this time!"

"Hmph! Words are useless! Let’s see who gets up first!"

With a stern face, Qin Hao uttered a harsh retort, closing his mouth without speaking further.

"You’ve learned, you wretch!" Daoist Shan Xu swore, feeling irritated.

Now both of them were utterly exhausted, and who would rise first depended on recovery ability and willpower.

People often have a firmer will when speaking.

Qin Hao chose not to speak, which meant he was focused on getting up quickly.

A sense of crisis surged in Daoist Shan Xu’s heart, prompting him to steel himself and close his eyes to recover swiftly.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Hao suddenly opened his eyes and smirked, "Old turtle! You lost!"

With that said, his body trembled, and his hands that had been hanging moved to the ground.

Hearing the sound, Daoist Shan Xu opened his eyes and saw Qin Hao slowly crawling up from the ground, the movement slow and difficult, but indeed he was getting up.

"Damn!"

At this moment, Daoist Shan Xu cursed unconsciously, his entire body tense and filled with extreme fear.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing Daoist Shan Xu’s ugly expression, Qin Hao laughed and moved, walking forward on trembling legs.

"You... don’t do anything rash..." Daoist Shan Xu spoke with a trembling voice.

"Old turtle! Do you think sweet-talking will help now?"

Qin Hao’s smile was filled with triumph. To kill someone from the Unity Realm with Innate Realm strength, this feat of surpassing two levels was understandably thrilling for him.

"You!"

The more pleased Qin Hao became, the uglier Daoist Shan Xu’s face grew.

Right then, Qin Hao reached him and looked down at him.

"Qin Hao, why can’t we talk this out?" Daoist Shan Xu spoke once more, his face incredibly indifferent.

"Old turtle, do you think there’s anything left for us to discuss? You’re putting on that face just to scare me?" Qin Hao smiled disdainfully, a quick flash of his Void Storage Ring brought out a dagger in his hand.

He grasped the dagger, pointing its tip at Daoist Shan Xu’s neck, like an executioner judging a condemned prisoner.

"Qin Hao! Do you really think I’ve been around this long without any trump cards?"

As death approached, Daoist Shan Xu’s expression unexpectedly calmed down.

He seemed to be pretending to stay calm, but his trembling brows betrayed his emotions.

"Old turtle! I’m not against giving you a chance to live. How about licking my foot?"

Qin Hao smiled slightly, lifting his foot and bringing it to Daoist Shan Xu’s mouth.

"You!" Daoist Shan Xu’s voice was exceedingly gloomy, reflecting on how he had previously threatened Qin Hao, only to now have the tables turned.

Is this karma?

"Heh! What? You don’t want to?" Qin Hao laughed coldly, his intent to kill evident.

"I can’t move..." Daoist Shan Xu’s face was unsightly.

"Can’t move? You’re lying! If you truly couldn’t, how could you still speak? Now, stick out your tongue and lick!" Qin Hao’s expression turned fierce, the dagger’s tip silently resting against Daoist Shan Xu’s neck, ready to pierce and decide the Daoist’s fate in a heartbeat.

Daoist Shan Xu remained silent, giving Qin Hao a furious stare.

"Old wretch! So you refuse to lick? Fine, then obediently die!"

Qin Hao had already gleaned that Daoist Shan Xu would never debase himself by licking Qin Hao’s foot. Moreover, Hao perceived an underlying threat, suspecting that prolonging this situation would turn hazardous.

Roaring in anger, he exerted force with the dagger, stabbing it savagely into Daoist Shan Xu’s skin.

And at this instant, something strange occurred.

With a clang, the dagger unexpectedly snapped.

"What!" Qin Hao froze, recalling that he barely had strength left.

Though he was aware Daoist Shan Xu had thick skin, he didn’t wield enough power for the dagger to break.

So, how did the dagger break?

There’s only one answer.

"Why force me, little scum?"

A somber voice resonated, as Qin Hao noticed a bizarre red glow emanating from Daoist Shan Xu’s skin.

Moreover, Shan Xu’s aura transformed, each word he spoke seemed to exhale a scent of blood.

"You!" Qin Hao instinctively retreated a few steps, and amidst the danger, turned and dashed towards the cave entrance without hesitation.

"Trying to flee? It’s too late now!"

Daoist Shan Xu chuckled coldly, pointing a finger at Qin Hao’s back.

Qin Hao felt a heavy blow to his back, as if struck by a stone.

"Pfft!" He spat a mouthful of fresh blood, his body pitched forward, collapsing to the ground.

Plod! Plod!

The sound of footsteps came from behind, each step heavy and astonishing, echoing in Qin Hao’s heart like a drumbeat.

"Little scum! Do you know that using the Blood Sacrifice Technique, I’ve lost at least five years of my lifespan..."

The resentful voice of Daoist Shan Xu filled the air.

Counting the years, he was already quite aged among cultivators. To him, every second was incredibly precious.

Yet now, to regain his strength, he did not hesitate to use the Blood Sacrifice Technique.

Five years!

Whole five years of lifespan.

To him, those five years were akin to his lifeblood!

And now, they’re just gone!

Flames of fury capable of scorching the sky blazed in Daoist Shan Xu’s heart, his expression twisted in rage, reaching out a hand to grab remotely.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones snapping erupted, pain engulfing Qin Hao’s body, his chest almost exploded, resembling the sensation of being crushed by a car.

"Pfft!" Severely wounded, Qin Hao once more spat a mouthful of fresh blood, overwhelmed with shock.

Is this the power of the Unity Realm?

In front of him, I can’t even muster the strength to fight back?

At this moment, Qin Hao was both terrified and enraged.

He despised his own weakness, yearning for power with unprecedented intensity.