Zhang Xiaofan split himself into seven clones, each facing one of the Six Sects' Leaders—an obviously taxing endeavor. Without choosing to continue wielding the God Slaying Spear, he roared, blood light swirling around him, as a three-headed, eight-armed Angry-eyed Vajra materialized and began clashing head-on with the great Buddha form of Jing An.

But how could a single head and two arms possibly overcome three heads and eight arms? Very quickly, Jing An began to fall into a disadvantage.

Li Qing, having secured Yang Yuhuan, saw that both her companions had already joined the battle. Suppressing certain doubts in her heart, she rapidly formed hand seals, and ripples of formless water soon interfered with the actions of the blood-colored Vajra, while simultaneously beginning to disperse the pervasive blood mist in the air.

After a brief moment of rest, Yang Yuhuan consumed an elixir and rejoined the fight.

Zhang Xiaofan, fighting one against ten, displayed his worthiness of the Blood Demon's name.

Meanwhile, on Lishan, where Nezha was watching the battle unfold through a live stream, he began doubting reality itself. Yang Yuhuan battling Zhang Xiaofan? Why would I even have such a dream?

At Nezha's side, Hecate—who had been pestering him with endless questions—cast a curious glance at the image of Zhang Xiaofan in the Magic Mirror and asked, "Senior Brother, your son's already this grown-up?"

Nezha's face darkened: ???

My son? Where would I get a son from?

Alright, fine… The Zhang Xiaofan reflected in the mirror did, in fact, bear an uncanny resemblance to Nezha—eight parts alike, to be exact. Otherwise, how could that Demon Sect witch, enraptured and disoriented by his charm, have taken a blow for him, shielding him?

But the truth was, that kid really wasn't his son!

Nezha performed a quick calculation, and in an instant, he discerned the origins of this so-called Blood Demon. Alright, well, perhaps there was a small connection after all.

Back when Nezha infiltrated the Blood Sea and deceived the Blood God's son in chapter 283, he was viewed as a Saint Heir by countless Blood God's sons. The Blood God's sons, much like a wolf pack, were drawn to follow and evolve toward the strongest among them. In their eyes, Nezha—as their Saint Heir—was the apex of strength among their ranks.

As Nezha disseminated forbidden knowledge throughout the Blood Sea and meticulously documented all the traits and strengths of the Blood God's sons he encountered, the Ancestor of Nether River, in his frenzied pursuit of endless reincarnation simulations, was also subconsciously seeking his own ultimate solution.

Although the Ancestor of Nether River ultimately seemed to have exhausted his foundation and failed to harmonize with the Dao amidst his cycles of reincarnation, a small group of Blood God's sons unknowingly retained the insights derived from Nezha's optimization.

The countless Blood God's sons, as if a species collectively striving for evolution, began seeking further excellence. This served as a testament to the Ancestor of Nether River's unwavering heart in his pursuit of the Dao. Unable to transmit their knowledge to the maddened Ancestor of Nether River, the Blood God's sons initiated self-driven evolution instead.

After expending an enormous amount of energy and resources, they eventually produced a droplet of new Blood God's son life. Though this newborn was extremely weak at first, its virtually infinite potential was what made it the most terrifying. Given ample resources, it could give rise to a second fully-formed Ancestor of Nether River.

Now that the Ancestor of Nether River's consciousness had been consumed by forbidden knowledge and driven to madness, his grasp over the Blood God's sons had become exceedingly lax. These Blood God's sons concluded that this new life would surpass the current Ancestor of Nether River upon maturing and lead them back to their former peak!

Therefore, this newly-born Blood God's son had to survive at all costs. Thus, through extraordinary means, they cast this Blood God's son into the cycle of reincarnation. After reincarnating, this new Blood God's son eventually became Zhang Xiaofan of today.

As for the Qingyun Sect, their story was even more absurd. Their so-called Immortal legacy actually originated from the cave dwelling Nezha had resided in during his temporary stay at Emei. The God Slaying Spear? That was nothing more than the residual demonic qi left behind on the rocks by Nezha tempering his Heart Realm with it. As for their vaunted "Immortal Laws," those were simply the whimsical notes Nezha had jotted down during his bouts of inspiration.

Still, both were tied to Nezha, which explained why others who wielded the so-called Demon Gun would inevitably fall into demonic corruption, whereas Zhang Xiaofan could wield it seamlessly.

As for that Demon Sect witch Ah Yao? Well, that was even more ridiculous. As a witch of the Demon Sect, she certainly wasn't some virtuous woman. But as they say—if she's inexperienced in worldly matters, take her to witness life's splendor; if she's burdened by life's sorrows, take her to ride a merry-go-round. That's the gist of it.

Zhang Xiaofan, with his inherently kind nature, extraordinary appearance, and unpretentious emotions, eventually managed to captivate this well-traveled witch Ah Yao during their prolonged companionship. At the final moment, she ended up taking a blow for the fool she had fallen for.

Nezha cast another glance at Puxian Bodhisattva, residing atop the Emei Golden Summit. If Nezha were watching the live stream, then this Great Bodhisattva of the Buddhist Sect was eating melons on-site. When Zhang Xiaofan devastated Emei, could Puxian have been unaware?

Of course, he knew, but seeing as this "Blood Demon" seemed to share ties with Nezha, he had refrained from intervening. Otherwise, he could have long since obliterated Zhang Xiaofan with a single strike. Whether in the Buddhist or Daoist factions, though they privately contested their paths and interests fiercely, they still presented a united front of justice publicly.

Whoever dared to recklessly cause destruction—go ahead, wait for the Daoist Ancestor's righteous judgment.

On the other side of the mirror, Zhang Xiaofan—having settled the Fallen Demon Daoxuan—was now simultaneously battling ten individuals. Most opponents weren't much trouble, but Jing An, imbued with the foundation of a Fierce Beast, grew stronger the closer she approached her limits. Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaofan's mana wasn't infinite, and he was beginning to show signs of wear.

Zhang Xiaofan, though simple in character, wasn't stupid. Having spent years in the Demon Sect, he was fully aware that Ah Yao had approached him back then with ill intentions. Yet every time he recalled the scene before her death, he couldn't overcome the turmoil in his heart.

He cast one final wistful glance at Qingyun Sect. He knew that after aiding Daoxuan's corpse dissection, he could never return home.

Gathering his mana with all his might, he once again activated the God Slaying Spear. The terrifying gun light forced the Chang'an Trio to retreat. Then, with his hands forming seals in rapid succession, the Blood Shadow, which had been locked in fierce combat with the leader of Ge Peak, exploded with a boom. Several leaders failed to react in time and were critically injured in the blast.

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