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- MWM Chapter 248
When Leo first created shadow clones, he indeed summoned only ten. However, at the moment his real body cast *Incendio* and used the fire to obscure Yin Jiutian and Blood God Child’s vision, he secretly created another shadow clone to take his place, holding the wand.
Meanwhile, his true form transformed into a stone using the Transformation Spell and hid on the ground.
Before turning into a stone, he had used the Multiplying Explosive Tag Jutsu, placing the tags on the legs of the shadow clone that stood in for him. Yin Jiutian, believing his sneak attack with the Great Sumeru Black Yin Cauldron was flawless, didn’t realize that the real Leo had seen everything while disguised as a rock.
Thus, the eleven “Leos” that Yin Jiutian absorbed into the cauldron were all shadow clones. The cauldron’s internal restrictions only sealed the clones. Yin Jiutian thought Leo was struggling to break free from the cauldron’s restraints, but in reality, it was the Explosive Tags inside constantly detonating, with the explosions growing increasingly powerful.
While Yin Jiutian focused all his energy on controlling the cauldron, thinking his plan was flawless, Leo used Apparition to teleport behind him. He then undid the Transformation Spell, activated the Eighth Gate to the Death Gate, and combined it with Sage Mode to unleash the *Night Guy* technique, instantly sending Yin Jiutian into the afterlife.
“Well done, Nephew Qingfeng!” The three senior uncles were momentarily stunned by Leo sudden appearance and his swift execution of the master of the Xuan Yin Sect, Yin Jiutian. Then they quickly cast their spells to seal the Thirty-Six Divine Bamboo Formation, trapping Blood God Child in the valley.
“This is bad!” Blood God Child had been momentarily shocked by Yin Jiutian’s sudden death. As he tried to flee using his Blood Escape technique, he found himself blocked by the formation.
“Blood God Child! Weren’t you eager for a one-on-one duel? Why are you running away?” Leo laughed, forming hand seals rapidly.
“Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu!”
In an instant, 2,000 clones filled the sky above the valley. From Blood God Child’s perspective, everywhere he looked, there were Leos.
“Sage Art: Super Lightning Style False Darkness!”
The 2,000 Leos shouted in unison, and 2,000 powerful purple lightning spears shot toward Blood God Child.
“Blood River Technique!” Blood God Child’s face turned pale as he hastily pushed his Nascent Soul to the limit, boosting the power of his blood river to its maximum. This was no joke—just ten lightning spears were already overwhelming, and now there were 2,000! It was a death sentence.
Leo was indeed aiming to take down Blood God Child as swiftly as possible, giving him no chance to retaliate. After all, the valley still housed his vulnerable junior siblings, three uncles, and his master.
*Boom!*
The purple lightning clashed with the blood river, and the sheer number and strength of the lightning spears instantly evaporated the entire blood river. Before Blood God Child could summon more blood to reform the river, another wave of 2,000 purple spears came flying at him.
“Blood Demon Disintegration!”
Left with no other choice, Blood God Child had to use his life-saving technique, which heavily drained his vitality. Just before the spears obliterated his body, he dissolved into a mist of blood, only to reform at a distance.
“Let’s see how many more times you can pull that trick,” Leo muttered, already familiar with Blood God Child’s escape method from their encounter at Drunken Immortal Cliff. He immediately had his 2,000 clones unleash another barrage of lightning, aimed at the reforming Blood God Child.
Forced to use the Blood Demon Disintegration again, Blood God Child barely managed to escape. But this cycle continued—five times in total—until his body could no longer withstand the strain.
His physical form disintegrated, leaving behind only a weakened, palm-sized blood infant that fell to the ground.
The Blood Demon Technique of the Blood Demon Palace was notorious in the demonic path. It not only countered many magical treasures and techniques but also provided top-tier survival abilities.
Even without a body, the practitioner wouldn’t die like other Nascent Soul cultivators; they could survive as a blood infant. But in such a state, even a mere mortal could kill them easily.
“Please don’t kill me! Please, I beg for mercy!” The blood infant, sensing the end was near, knelt before Leo, who now stood in front of him, a purple lightning spear hovering menacingly above.
Blood God Child had cultivated for 400-500 years, enduring countless hardships. He didn’t want it all to end here. Unlike the camaraderie among righteous cultivators, the demonic path was filled with cruelty.
From the moment he entered the sect, he had fought to survive among constant scheming and torment.
Moreover, cultivation in the demonic path often involved fast and painful methods. For instance, in the Xuan Yin Sect, disciples—regardless of gender—were subjected to brutal practices like energy draining by senior disciples and elders. Those who couldn’t endure died, and only those who survived these ordeals could begin their true cultivation.
The Blood Demon Palace was even crueler. Disciples had to consume human flesh and blood, soak in blood pools, and endure the infusion of tainted blood into their bodies. Out of a thousand, maybe one would succeed. The rest would simply dissolve into blood.
Yet, the demonic path had one advantage—it didn’t care much about cultivation aptitude. As long as you had potential, whether good or bad, didn’t matter. What counted was your ruthlessness, your cunning, and your endurance.
Even the kindest person would be turned into a cold, ruthless figure after surviving such brutal trials.
Thus, it was no exaggeration when righteous cultivators said there wasn’t a single good person in the demonic path—it was a poison to the world. Though these cultivators were victims of their own circumstances, the evils they committed after gaining power were anything but sympathetic. In fact, they often subjected their juniors to even worse torments.
The only way to stop this cycle was to completely eradicate the demonic path.
But that was easier said than done. Demonic cultivators were often more resilient and formidable than their righteous counterparts of the same level. They were incredibly difficult to kill.
Leo had succeeded only because his strength was so deceptive. Otherwise, any demonic cultivator who sensed danger would flee without a second thought.
“You wanted to kill me, annihilate my sect, flay and torture every single one of us. Give me one reason I should let you live,” Leo said coldly, looking down at the blood infant with no emotion, his purple lightning spear looming ominously. His voice left no doubt—if Blood God Child failed to provide a compelling reason, his soul would be obliterated on the spot.
Blood God Child’s blood infant trembled in terror. If he could sweat, it would already be pouring down like a waterfall. Seeing the purple lightning inching closer, the terror of death overcame even his fear of his master, the Blood Demon Ancestor. He gritted his teeth and shouted:
“I have important information! The Blood Demon Ancestor plans to attack Emei in three months!”