Dual Cultivation God Returns

"What's the matter Mr. God of Slaughter?! Not so confident now, are we?!?!", a tone full of ridicule and mocking escaped the berserk Linghun Mo as the ray disappeared and he flew a bit up in a majestic pose as the wind and rain intensified around him, the flashes of lightning in the heavy clouds above becoming more frequent.

"Thorns of Anguish!"

Dozens of thorns made of blood formed around him, hardening and glowing with crimson patterns, and then shot toward Wu Long who dodged most and cut down a few, the shards of the thorns he cut resembling metal as they fell to the ground.

Linghun Mo then flew toward Wu Long, with the speed the latter could not escape from, making a random slash.

*Clang!*

Two sabers collided, but the one at disadvantage was Wu Long this time, retreating a bit, as the difference in pure brute strength and speed grew too big for skill to play as big a role.

Their battle shifted to a bit above the ground as Wu Long was flung back at a slightly upward angle, but they did not rise high into the sky.

"Hmm?! Where's that skill you were so proud of?!", Linghun Mo chased, exchanging a few more strikes as his crimson saber glowed with combat skills, forcing Wu Long to retreat and fly back as he broke the skills, but still could not make him struggle other than making Wu Long retreat.

"Tch!", the Blood Demon clicked his tongue as he couldn't keep Wu Long in one place to properly showcase his superior strength.

After all, he did not expect that Wu Long could maneuver in the air, and avoided being pinned down to the ground, using the force of his own strikes to move virtually anywhere but the ground.

And while Linghun Mo was technically at advantage, he was still frustrated by failure to completely overwhelm his opponent despite his best efforts.

*Crackle, crackle*

Thicker and more intense arcs of electricity were appearing around Wu Long, wind swirling beneath his feet, and droplets of water falling from the sky started accumulating into streams swirling around him, and then his eyes flashed with lightning sparks.

"Runic Thunder Vein Body"

His figure disappeared from the Blood Demon's sight with a flash of lightning the next moment.

"...!!!"

*Clang!!*

Linghun Mo barely managed to raise his saber in time, as another one covered in thick arcs of electricity sent him flying with force he could not oppose.

"...Impossible!!! It's a fluke!", shock and disbelief appeared in the eyes of the Corrupt Path cultivator who could not comprehend what just happened.

But as if to disprove his words, another heavy strike targeting his neck sent him flying away into the sky, and then one more, and more.

Soon he resembled a playing ball that was passed from one person to another, sent flying up in the skies, barely managing to survive each strike.

"What trickery is this?! H-How is this possible?!?!", Linghun Mo's roar full of confusion, fury, and, finally, fear, reached the ears of father and daughter kneeling on the ground, who shuddered, looking up at the completely one-sided battle.

"Damn you! You useless piece of trash! Get up from your ass and help me!!!", the glowing crimson eyes of Linghun Mo caught a glimpse of Gui Jianyu's pale face drenched in rainwater, causing him to scream with irritation.

"Thorns of Anguish!"

"Crimson Ray of Execution!"

"Slash of Oblivion!"

The Blood Demon started using skills that were seemingly useful before, only to realize they now were broken with little to no effect.

"Aaargh! Fuck! You forced me! So don't regret it later!!!", he screamed, and then taking out a pill from his Spatial Ring, popped it into his mouth.

"Uaaargh! Khh!", pained groans escaped his mouth next as his abdomen glowed, as if an explosion happening there, and his Profound Qi and Blood Qi instantly doubled in strength.

'Heh, a Zenith Blood Torrent Pill, he had it after all', Wu Long narrowed his eyes, as he found one in Gu Zhen's Spatial Ring as well, both likely refined by him.

But Gu Zhen, unlike this Blood Demon, feared the consequences and did not wish to sacrifice his future for one fight, thus never actually using it even as he was driven to dire straits.

"Hahaha! What will yo-..?!", Linghun Mo released a powerful ripple of crimson Profound Qi and flew toward Wu Long, but halfway through his words, was sent away by a saber covered in lightning all the same.

"...?! What the... ?!", Blood Demon's eyes looking at Wu Long shook as he struggled to stabilize himself in the air.

*Clang!*

Another strike cthe next moment, as Linghun Mo grimaced, feeling pain in his arms, particularly the elbows, wrists, and joints of his fingers. the ligaments in them already reaching their limits from the way Wu Long targeted them in the initial confrontation of pure skill.

*BOOM!!!*

The halo accumulated behind Linghun Mo flew ahead toward Wu Long, detaching from the connecting blood streams and exploded, while the Corrupt Path cultivator flew to the ground in that moment, his hand stretching toward Gui Jianyu.

"If you're not going to fight be useful this way then!!!", he proclaimed with a grin, a bloody thorn growing out of the blood that was flowing from his arm, and still attached by a thin thread made of still liquid blood, pierced the chest of the kneeling man.

"Khuk! L-Linghun Mo! Y-You!!!", Gui Jianyu spoke with widened eyes, looking at the crimson line going toward himself.

"Hahahahaha! It was worth looking after your useless ass all this time! Even as your daughter toldto get rid of you, I persuaded her! Now, I reap the rewards!", the Blood Demon laughed, turning a cautious gaze toward the place he last saw Wu Long, his eyes widening as he saw the man still hovering in the air with no harm.

"Heh! You'll pay for that confidence!", he spoke with a grin as there were no signs of Wu Long chasing him, or moving, simply a cold emotionless stare, with a very subtle glint.

"Life and Blood Demonic Sacrifice!!!", a glowing circle with profound patterns appeared behind the Blood Demon, and three rings of crimson patterns manifested around the arm which was connected with the blood thread to the thorn.

And then blood started pouring from the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears of thevictim, flowing toward the newly formed blood halo behind the Blood Demon, and a blood-red glow was flowing from the thorn to the hand through the thread.

"Linghun Mo! Khuuh... kuuk! I am... a member of the... Gui Clan! Y-You won't die a good death! Y-yo...", Gui Jianyu spoke with struggle, as his face and visible skin started drying up to soon resemble a mummy.

"Ehahahaha! Ahahaha!", Linghun Mo triumphantly floated up with both hands spread, the one connected to Gui Jianyu with a line of blood still glowing as the red patterns on the Blood Demon's body grew to leave almost no normal skin.

"You will pay for your arrogance! Now that you let me-...", a right arm holding the crimson saber stretched to point the tip at Wu Long, as a new, larger halo formed behind Linghun Mo.

"I understand now...", was the phrase spoken by the God of Slaughter that cut the words of the delighted Blood Demon short.

A flash of lightning in the background turned the world completely white for a moment, two shadows floating in the air, as one in a low pose was finishing an upward strike with a saber raised high, and another was upright, while an arm holding the weapon flew up with splashes of blood growing in between the body and the arm.

*BOOM!!!* *Rumble, rumble!!!*

The deafening sound of thunder, and then its rumbling echoes reached the woman kneeling on the ground, who was witnessing this scene with horror.

*whish, whish, whish* *Thud*

A crimson saber with a severed at the shoulder arm holding its handle rotated in the air, and then cut deep into the ground beside the woman, splashing a bit of blood on the side of her face, but she did not even blink, the rain instantly dyeing one half of her face red.

"Aaaaaarg!!!", Linghun Mo clutched his bleeding shoulder with the other hand, his voice full of anguish.

"Hmm, if it is this, maybe I can do it as well...", the Slaughter God spoke, making a thrust with the saber, that pierced the chest of the Blood Demon, and then as his hand glowed with crimson color, scolored glowing stream flowed from within Linghun Mo around the blade of the saber toward the hand.

"I thought you're never going to show me", Wu Long then said to the confused stare of the Blood Demon that turned from his own chest up to the face of the one taking his life. Adding, "Well, at least you did. Late's better than never"

Though there was anguish, disbelief, fear, denial and unwillingness swirling inside them, the eyes of the Blood Demon were also filled with confusion up until the very end as the light of life left them.