Chapter 32: Blood Fiend Sect

"Boy, you've got some guts, daring to use a forbidden technique like the Blood Transfer Magic!" Yang Zhenhai looked at Ouyang Yuan and chuckled.

Ouyang Yuan's face immediately turned pale, losing his usual arrogance, and he stammered, "I didn't, Lord Yang, please don't believe his one-sided words."

"Whether you did or not, wouldn't it be clear with a simple test? Why so many words?" Yang Zhenhai glared, scaring Ouyang Yuan into another shiver.

Ouyang Yin's figure flickered, blocking in front of Ouyang Yuan, his face ashen as he said, "Lord Yang, are you trying to tear off the mask and go to the bitter end?"

Those who have practiced the Blood Transfer Magic have special signs. If someone knows the special method, a simple test will reveal everything, and Ouyang Yuan will surely not escape death.

As for whether Yang Zhenhai knew this method, Ouyang Yin didn't dare to bet on it.

Yang Zhenhai laughed and said, "Like father, like son, you're quite arrogant too. You dare to say you'll kill my Spirit Talisman Pavilion's people right in front of me. Going to the bitter end, do you have that ability?"

Ouyang Yin's face turned red and then pale. Just now, he had spoken arrogantly because he was a Sea Transformation Realm expert, but now his words felt like slaps in the face.

Ouyang Yin gritted his teeth and said, "I am the governor of Tianshui County, you dare to kill me!"

"Haha, now you remember you're the governor of Tianshui County. Just now, you were ready to kill without a word, why didn't you remember you were the governor then? Don't worry, I'm not that arrogant; I won't kill you just because of your words."

Ouyang Yin's tense face relaxed slightly.

Now, as long as he could save his life, it didn't matter whether Ouyang Yuan entered the Mystic Sword Sect or not.

But Yang Zhenhai's next words made his heart tighten again.

"You, I won't touch, but this boy, if he really practiced the Blood Transfer Magic and used it to steal someone else's bloodline, he will be guilty of a capital offense." Yang Zhenhai pointed at Ouyang Yuan and said coldly.

The Blood Transfer Magic is listed as a forbidden technique throughout the entire Tianwu Continent. Once discovered, any martial artist who practices it can be executed by anyone.

"Even if he practiced the Blood Transfer Magic, what of it? You, old man Yang, dare to touch him and see what happens!" A terrifying and sinister voice echoed, followed by a flash of red light. A figure shrouded in blood-red mist appeared in the sky over the square.

The figure, shrouded in blood-red mist, floated in the sky, looking incredibly eerie, and the terrifying aura brought endless pressure to everyone.

"Blood Fiend Sect!"

Someone screamed in terror.

The Blood Fiend Sect is an evil sect within the Great Gan Dynasty, known for its mysterious and cruel actions.

In Tieshan County, a noble family's son once offended a disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect, and as a result, the entire city was turned into a pool of blood, with no survivors.

The actions of the Blood Fiend Sect are naturally not tolerated by many righteous sects, but due to the Blood Fiend Sect's immense strength and its hidden location in the mysterious and sinister Blood Fiend Valley, the righteous sects have failed to conquer it multiple times, instead suffering heavy losses.

Since then, the Blood Fiend Sect has become a terrifying existence that strikes fear into the hearts of people within the Great Gan Dynasty.

Moreover, the Blood Fiend Sect is the mortal enemy of the Mystic Sword Sect. They have been in a life-and-death struggle for countless years.

When Luo Xiuyong saw the blood-red figure, his face instantly changed, and he immediately crushed a spirit talisman to send a message back to the sect.

The appearance of such a powerful Blood Fiend Sect figure within the Mystic Sword Sect's territory was no small matter.

"Brother Li!" Ouyang Yin called out joyfully upon seeing the blood-red figure. At this point, he no longer hid his identity.

"Worthless, you couldn't even handle this, ruining the sect's years of planning. We'll settle accounts when we return!" the blood-red figure coldly snorted.

Luo Xiuyong broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing their conversation.

Since Ouyang Yin was from the Blood Fiend Sect, sending his son to the Mystic Sword Sect was certainly not for the sect's development.

If he had recruited this Blood Fiend Sect spy, the consequences would be unimaginable. Thinking of this, Luo Xiuyong's forehead was drenched in sweat.

With Ouyang Yuan's talent, his position in the Mystic Sword Sect would not be low in the future. When all the Mystic Sword Sect's secrets were exposed to the Blood Fiend Sect, it would bring catastrophic disaster to the Mystic Sword Sect.

He, who recruited Ouyang Yuan, would become a千古罪人 (thousand-year sinner) of the Mystic Sword Sect.

Luo Xiuyong was now immensely grateful to Chu Jianqiu. If it weren't for Chu Jianqiu, the Blood Fiend Sect's plot would have succeeded.

"Haha, Old Li, it's been years, you still have the same arrogance." Yang Zhenhai chuckled.

"Old man Yang, stop with your sarcastic remarks. Although I'm not your match, it's not easy for you to kill me. And if we fight, even if you can protect this boy, can you protect everyone else? Let's each take a step back and leave with our own people." The blood-red figure coldly snorted.

If his strength were a bit stronger, he would have risked his life to kill Chu Jianqiu. Chu Jianqiu's talent was truly terrifying, with a Heavenly-grade bloodline and nineteen meridians unblocked. Such a monster, if left alive, would be a huge threat.

However, he knew that killing Chu Jianqiu in front of Yang Zhenhai was almost impossible.

This old man was not only powerful but also deeply skilled in talisman and array techniques, with unpredictable means. If not in a densely populated city, he wouldn't have dared to appear so easily.

He had personally experienced the strength of Old Man Yang, but the old man's weakness was his excessive concern for the lives of ordinary people.

Yang Zhenhai looked at the blood-red figure in the sky, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He had the same thoughts about Ouyang Yuan as the blood-red figure.

With Ouyang Yuan's talent, once he grew up, he would become a formidable evil master. Leaving such a person alive would be a great danger.

However, he was also well aware of the Blood Fiend Sect's methods. If he really killed Ouyang Yuan, Old Li might indeed drag the entire Tianshui City into the grave with him.

He had the confidence to severely injure him, but he couldn't guarantee protecting everyone during the fight.

"Hurry up and come over, what are you standing there for!" the blood-red figure coldly shouted. Although he appeared calm, he was actually quite nervous. If Old Man Yang suddenly decided to fight to the death, regardless of the city's people, he would be in trouble.

It was better to leave quickly before Old Man Yang made his decision.