Wan Molai heard this and a trace of mockery appeared on his face.
"Little brother, aren’t you being a bit ungrateful here? Think about how you acquired your extraordinary power. Without us, how could you have gone from being an ordinary civilian to a Martial Arts Master?"
"Now that you’ve gained this power, do you think you can just leave?"
"You’ve been gone for five years, I thought you might have come to some realizations, but it seems you’re still the same!"
Wan Molai sneered, "Come back with me, I’m your elder brother, only thinking for your good. The leader and the others are all waiting for you!"
"The leader?" Wan Moting waved his hand, puzzled, "When did we get a leader? In just five years, have you found a replacement for the leader?"
"You don’t need to know about that, come back with me, and you’ll understand!"
Wan Molai’s face remained smiling throughout.
"Hmph!" Wan Moting suddenly shouted, "Dream on if you think I’ll go back with you, without seeing Xiao Qian, everything’s out of the question!"
After speaking, he turned to leave, not wanting to pay Wan Molai any more attention.
"Little brother!" Wan Molai smirked, "Do you really think you can walk away today?"
With a wave of his hand, twenty figures landed instantly, firmly surrounding Wan Moting, each one exuding a powerful aura, with the cultivation at the Peak of War General.
"Heh, do you think just these few people can stop me?"
Wan Moting sneered, his figure shot forward, directly charging at the two people in front.
Those two flicked their Blood Robes, and two fists slammed directly toward Wan Moting.
Wan Moting did not dodge, taking the attack directly with his chest.
Those two who punched him struck his body, but Wan Moting remained unscathed, while the two retreated, wrists broken and coughing up blood.
Wan Molai’s eyes narrowed, filled with surprise.
"Your power has already grown to Basic-level War King?" Wan Molai said in a deep voice, "You truly are the most talented within the Blood Demon Furnace, growing to such a degree in five years, impressive!"
Wan Moting ignored him, struck another five people to the point of coughing blood and collapsing, then prepared to fly away.
"Hmph, I said you can’t leave!"
Wan Molai’s figure already blocked Wan Moting’s path, he waved his palm, a blood hand seal manifested out of thin air, dozens of times stronger than the previous twenty combined.
Wan Moting’s eyes narrowed, he punched back, directly confronting the blood hand seal.
A muffled sound echoed in the air, Wan Moting’s steps retreated, stepping back twice, a touch of surprise in his eyes.
Wan Molai flipped and landed firmly, his heart a flurry of shock.
"Not bad, very impressive!"
"The Old Ancestor bestowed Blood Demon Power upon me several times to reach my current state, yet you, just left to grow, can already match me, truly my good brother!"
His eyes gleaming with a demonic red light, as if looking at a perfect artwork.
"Our strengths are evenly matched, it’s nearly impossible for you to defeat me. Do you really want to risk your life against me? If so, I’ll certainly accompany you all the way!"
Wan Moting squinted slightly, knowing his elder brother’s fear of death, wouldn’t truly fight to the death against him.
He only wanted to leave this place, no longer entangled.
"Of course, I won’t truly lay hands on you, you’re my blood brother!"
Wan Moting grinned, but his smile carried a hint of eeriness.
"But I told you, you can’t leave today!"
As his words fell, several figures abruptly appeared at the factory gate, walking in leisurely.
Among them was one draped in a distinctly different Blood Robe, moving gracefully, with a slim figure.
When he saw this person’s face clearly, his expression suddenly froze on his face.
The person in the dark red Blood Robe removed the hood, revealing a delicate and charming face.
Wan Moting shuddered as if struck by lightning, disbelief written all over as he looked at her, ignoring everyone else.
His corner of the mouth twitched slightly, incredulously, "Xiao Qian?"
The one in the dark red Blood Robe was none other than the childhood sweetheart he had longed for.
The woman named Xiao Qian had cold, detached eyes, her voice hoarse and brooding.
"Wan Moting, it’s time for you to return!"
Wan Moting’s face turned extremely unsightly, his voice trembling, "Xiao Qian, your voice?"
"Don’t call me Xiao Qian anymore, Xiao Qian is dead!"
She stepped forward, her voice turning sharp and piercing.
"I am now the Divine Punishment Leader, my name is..."
Wan Moting’s pupils contracted, involuntarily stepping back a few steps, trembling as he said, "What did you say?"
He stared at her, this girl he once knew as gentle and familiar, now all he saw in those eyes was a cold indifference and a faint bloodthirsty intent.
"Damn, what did you do to her?"
He instinctively turned to look at Wan Molai, eyes nearly spewing fire.
"Little brother, you misunderstand!"
Wan Molai spread his hands, "Blood Slaughter was chosen by the Old Ancestor to become his special Blood Demon Furnace, her power skyrocketing past us, her Blood Demon Power incredibly potent, making her the ideal choice to replace the leader!"
A murderous expression filled Wan Moting’s eyes as his aura exploded.
He knew exactly what being a special Blood Demon Furnace meant.
Within Divine Punishment, the Old Ancestor is supreme, able to transform Blood Demon Power into a Blood Demon Seed, planting it within the chosen stove tripod, and he was one of those chosen back then.
The Blood Demon Seed matures inside them, turning into extremely pure Blood Demon Power, helping them hunt other Martial Arts Masters to enhance their power, indirectly boosting the Old Ancestor’s strength.
But the one benefiting most was the special Blood Demon Furnace. The special Blood Demon Furnace had to be a woman with unique qualities, engaging in yin-yang dual cultivation with the Old Ancestor.
Afterwards, the special Blood Demon Furnace’s strength would progress rapidly, mastering the Supreme Blood Demon Technique, further perfecting it for the Old Ancestor, doubling its power.
He never imagined that the pure and sweet Xiao Qian had become the Old Ancestor’s special Blood Demon Furnace, transformed into such a cold-blooded figure!
"Little brother, with the leader’s ’Devotion’, the Old Ancestor’s wounds are completely healed, his cultivation reaching new heights. You are the third major stove tripod besides myself and the leader. If you willingly return, the Old Ancestor will certainly further awaken the Blood Demon Power within you, granting you even greater strength!"
"Come back, join me in pledging allegiance to the Old Ancestor so that Martial Artists all over the world will bow before our ’Divine Punishment’!"
Wan Moting’s eyes flashed with killing intent, watching Blood Slaughter’s unchanged indifferent face, feeling despair.
"Xiao Qian, come with me, don’t stay any longer, Divine Punishment will lead us all to the abyss!"
He was once lured into this by Wan Molai, becoming a Blood Demon Furnace, fully aware of how wicked and heartless this organization called Divine Punishment was; he never wanted anything to do with it again.