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Amidst the wild laughter, Zhao Ling's lower body became covered with blood while his upper body remained in its original state.

Blood flowed and corroded the ground until it became riddled with holes. Zhao Ling's lips curved in a charming smile as he said, "You two little beauties, you should give up so that you won't suffer."

Li Dao was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that Zhao Ling's cultivation of demonic arts was not of a low rank.

Along the way, Li Dao rarely met any people who practiced demonic arts. He was the only one who suffered a lot at the hands of an old man at the border. And now, it was Zhao Ling in front of him.

He Shan Dao was not considered a demonic art; it should belong to a side path.

If one was tainted with the word 'devil', then they would be considered terrifying existences of the same level.

For example, Xin 14 Niang was very diligent in cultivation. Her mana was pure and without impurities, and she was very outstanding among the Foundation Establishment stage. However, when she met this Zhao Ling, she was no longer a match for him.

This clearly showed the strangeness, tyranny and cruelty of the demonic art.

Zhao Ling had a devilish and cruel smile on his face, his eyes full of mockery. He noticed that Xia Bing and Xin Niang didn't seem to be afraid, but only disgusted.

Zhao Ling noticed the interest in Li Dao's eyes. Yes, it was interest. Just like a cat playing with a mouse, because he himself often faced his prey with this kind of attitude.

"No, I can't kill him. No one can!"

Zhao Ling was trying to cheer himself up. His biggest advantage was this immortal body, so even if he wasn't a match for the man in front of him, he still wouldn't be able to kill him. What was there to be afraid of? Zhao Ling regained his composure as he thought of this. The way he looked at Li Dao was ice-cold and cruel.

"There is no such thing as immortal Buddha, so what about you? The so-called undead is only relative. At the very least, there is no such thing as an immortal that I cannot kill in this world! "

Hearing Zhao Ling's mutterings, Li Dao could not help but shake his head and laugh. It was just that Zhao Ling had yet to meet someone of the Mortal Realm. After the Jindan Stage, he truly was an undying body. Even if the Jindan Stage Grandmaster wanted to kill him, he would probably have to waste some time. However, if he wanted to kill him, that was just a thought.

"What? You don't believe me?" Then I shall let you experience what is called despair! "

Seeing Zhao Ling hesitating whether to attack him or not, Li Dao smiled. No matter how strange the demonic art he practiced was, the gap of several great realms was not something that a cultivation technique could make up for.

A long sword appeared out of nowhere in front of Li Dao. The aura that could split the sky was pressing down on Zhao Ling. It was none other than Li Dao's Immortal Soul stage.

Under the pressure of the Dharma Idol, Zhao Ling was crushed into a pool of blood, unable to move.

Xia Bing and Xin 14 Niang couldn't help but to take a few steps back and pull away from Li Dao. Once the Dharma Idol appeared, Li Dao's entire body would be as sharp as a sword. Even if they approached him, they would be injured.

Zhao Ling was crushed into a pool of blood, unable to move or make a sound.

Li Dao raised his hand and pulled. A black token made from some unknown material appeared in his hand. Looking at the sawteeth on the edge of the token, it didn't seem to be a complete token, only half of it.

Li Dao pondered for a moment and sent his soul consciousness into it.

In the outside world, Xin Niang and Xia Bing were extremely worried because Li Dao had been maintaining this state for a long time. Fortunately, Zhao Ling was still bleeding and could not move.

"Sister Xin, what exactly is that command token? Is Brother Li in danger?"

Xia Bing looked worried and couldn't hold it in anymore as she asked Xin Fourteenth, who was beside her.

A glint appeared in Xin Fourteen's eyes as she hid her worry. She replied, "No, it won't happen. His cultivation is so high, so nothing will happen to him."

Just when the two ladies were about to lose their patience, Li Dao finally woke up. Playing with the black medallion in his hand, he retrieved his primordial spirit and Dharma Idol. Zhao Ling turned back into his human form with beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

He finally understood that he really wasn't immortal and this young man in front of him could easily kill him.

"Kid, let me ask you. Where did you find this token?"

If it was only a single demonic art, Li Dao would not take it to heart. However, the key thing about this demonic art was that it was called Blood Nerve!

When it came to blood nerves, one could not help but mention the Patriarch of the Styx, one of the most powerful experts below the Saint level in the prehistoric era. He had refined 480 million Blood God Children, and was known as the immortal son of the River Styx.

Of course, Li Dao also knew that this blood nerve was definitely not the blood nerve of Patriarch Styx. But even if it wasn't, as long as it was called Blood Nerve, it would definitely be a powerful demonic art. Even the Blood God Deng Yin of the Mount Shu Swordsmen was a blood demon. He was a Heavenly Immortal Stage expert.

What Li Dao regretted was that there was only half a blood nerve in front of him. However, just this half a blood nerve was sufficient for one to reach the Earthly Immortal Stage. That was why Li Yao had asked Zhao where he got the token, hoping to find the bottom half.

If Zhao Ling hadn't tried to stop him with his own death, perhaps he would have become a powerful demonic cultivator decades later.