The Painted Ink Dog is a natural master of calligraphy and painting.

Even a casual painting by it is worthy of being hung on the wall for display.

Some remarkable Painted Ink Dogs have artworks that are difficult to obtain, fetching astronomical prices at auctions.

Of course, Li Cunxu doesn't have a Painted Ink Dog. If he did, he wouldn't let it fight; he would just encourage it to paint every day like a slave driver.

The Painted Ink Dog at his feet is Xiaoruan disguised after eating a Transformation Fruit.

The Transformation Fruit costs several thousand dollars each and allows a pet beast to transform into another similar-sized pet beast for over five hours.

Fireballs shoot into the sky like defensive missiles.

The Flying White Horse's swirling blade storm is interrupted, beaten so badly that it can't even open its eyes. The manager riding it fares even worse, as he is knocked to the ground by a fireball from the sky.

With a bang, he crashes into the concrete.

The sound alone makes it seem painful.

The manager hits the ground, head bleeding heavily, but he isn't dead.

For a Blood Demon's physique, the height wasn't enough, unless it was high enough to smash one to pieces; otherwise, it wouldn't be fatal.

"I've changed my mind; I won't kill you. I'll imprison you and milk you like a daily blood pig."

The Blood Demon Manager roared in rage.

"Hehe, you're bleeding! So tragic!"

Seeing the Blood Demon Manager's miserable state, Li Cunxu let out a perverse laugh, feeling relieved.

Indeed, venting out malice is useful in resisting the Evil God's corruption.

The laugh caused the Blood Demon Manager to shiver in disgust, momentarily unsure of who the true follower of the Evil God was.

Why does he seem more perverse than I am?

"I'll help you stop the bleeding."

An enchanting Blood Lotus blossomed in his eyes.

The Burning Lotus Blood Fire ignited upon the Blood Demon Manager's wounds.

This is how you stop the bleeding? I'd prefer you didn't.

The Blood Demon Manager tried to pat out the flames, but it was useless. This was no ordinary fire that could simply be extinguished; as long as there was blood, it would keep burning.

And the blood of a Blood Sect cultist's Blood Demon was just an endless reservoir.

Like fire discovering oil—it burned relentlessly.

The Blood Demon Manager still had some brains; when he couldn't extinguish the fire, he changed tactics.

If I can't put out the fire, can't I still eliminate the one who started it?

"Flying White Horse, kill him for me."

But the Flying White Horse couldn't attack on the Blood Demon Manager's command, as it was struggling to defend itself.

Xiaoruan's firepower was too overwhelming, lacking in skill but abundant in force, forcing the Flying White Horse to use its feather shield, its wings tightly guarding its front.

"Useless."

The Blood Demon Manager cursed.

To him, the Flying White Horse was too inept; clearly a bronze level eight entity, yet being suppressed by an opponent with just a black iron-level pet.

Li Cunxu chuckled, this guy really can't fight.

Not only did he not command his pet beast to counterattack, but he also scolded his own pet.

The Flying White Horse is a bronze level eight, while Xiaoruan's actual combat power is bronze level six. Additionally, the Flying White Horse is primarily a mount, not a combat beast, so the difference isn't that substantial.

If the Blood Demon Manager directed it properly, even Li Xu Xu would find it very tricky.

Seeing Xiaoruan suppressing the Flying White Horse, the Blood Demon Manager assumed that the Flying White Horse was unreliable, and began calling for reinforcements.

He shaped his fingers into a circle and blew a sharp whistle that echoed through the entire sorting center.

The center's parcel sorters put down their work, eyes glowing red, emerging from the sorting workshop.

"Everyone, the time has come to serve the God — kill this intruder."

Hundreds of them summoned their blood beasts, almost all of which were black iron level, with only a few managers summoning bronze level blood beasts.

Moreover, most black iron level blood beasts were below level five.

To avoid exposing their identity as Blood Sect cultists, these parcel sorters rarely let their blood beasts out for combat, so naturally, they were low level.

The differences between blood beasts and pet beasts are easily identifiable: blood beasts have exceptionally high regenerative abilities, sometimes healing a wound before reaching a hospital.

Therefore, abnormally fast-healing pet beasts would easily arouse suspicion among the Tongdu citizens.

Li Cunxu glanced briefly, his expression calm, merely saying:

"A rabble."

"Let the Burning Lotus Blood Fire blossom!"

Li Cunxu glared, instantly igniting a few of the weaker-looking blood beasts.

The searing pain of the flames caused them to scurry chaotically, running into the crowd and amongst the blood beasts.

In an instant, the once imposing army of blood beasts incited quite a commotion.

"Get the burning blood beasts out, ah~"

The Blood Demon Manager let out a scream, the Holy Poison embedded by the Little White Spider being unleashed for the first time.

The Blood Demon Manager was in agony, sheer agony.

The Blood Demon physique was regenerating, while the Burning Lotus Blood Fire scorched, with the wound constantly healing and hurting, making the situation torturous.

Now the Holy Poison joined the fray.

Holy Poison corrodes his organs, the Blood Demon physique heals them, and his fragile organs were stuck in a cycle of healing and failing, adding a new layer of torment.

The Blood Demon Manager was in so much pain he wanted to die, clutching his stomach and curling up on the ground.

Li Cunxu turned his attention to the hundreds of Blood Cultists.

Burning Lotus Blood Fire! Burn! Burn!

Anyone Li Cunxu glared at ignited, yet this didn't frighten them, for the Blood Cultists were fervent, undaunted by death.

They swarmed towards Li Cunxu.

Brave indeed, but a bunch of fools.

They didn't even use their blood beasts, charging personally; only a few clever ones called their pet beasts to accompany them.

This makes one wonder if the Blood God Sect recruited these Blood Cultists purely for labor, as they seemed to lack basic combat awareness.

"I'd love to dance with you, but I won't put myself in danger, so this time, I'll refrain from joining your dance."

In a melee, Li Cunxu's physique could crush them, but with a few bronze-level blood beasts, any sneak attack could be deadly.

Li Cunxu flicked both wrists, and scythes flew out, tracing an elegant arc, reaping over a dozen lives among the crowd.

The scythes were imbued with Burning Lotus Blood Fire, igniting the wounds and erupting in remarkable flames.

The scythes' paths raised two walls of fire.

The crowd was still a distance away; amidst the chaos, he glanced at Xiaoruan's fight. Xiaoruan was unfetteredly unleashing firepower, and the Flying White Horse's protective wings in front were bloodied and bare-boned.

"What a pity! With equal strength, because of a Blood Beast Master's inability to direct, it can only take a beating."

Li Cunxu sighed.

The Blood Demon Manager said, "Trying to kill two birds with one stone, putting the blame on me? Not a chance, it's clear as day it's weak and can't beat your pet beast."

Li Cunxu looked amused; indeed, it wasn't about passing the buck.

Turning his head to the charging Blood Cultists, they were still fifty meters away.

Forty meters.

Thirty meters.

Twenty meters.

Li Cunxu's eyes radiated a red glow, guiding the Burning Lotus Blood Fire, amplified by copious blood from the cultists, to form a fiery python. The flaming python rushed forward, swallowing all the frontline Blood Cultists, its serpentine form becoming an insurmountable wall of fire.

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