Flap flap flap!0

Ye Qing’s careless attitude seemed to anger the bloody shirts greatly. In unison, every shirt except the original suddenly pounced toward Ye Qing like a locust swarm. 1

Unfortunately, they had only gotten halfway when they suddenly froze up and shivered like they were fighting some sort of invisible power. The next moment, they exploded in rapid succession until not a single one was left.0

The mist of blood left behind the explosions writhed as if it was trying to retake its previous form, but when Ye Qing made a grabbing motion, they flew uncontrollably into his palm and formed a thick ball of blood.0

“You thought you could use blood to defeat me? That’s like trying to beat Guan Yu with a guandao [1]!”3

While Ye Qing was tossing the ball of blood up and down, countless Blood Shadows rose into the air. He had spread them out to the point where they looked like tiny specks of dust.0

“Blood Shadow Magic”2

Ye Qing dropped his hand, and the Blood Shadows sliced the bloody house into countless uniform pieces like tofu. Not only that, they ripped the blood right out of whatever surface they were clinging to and brought it back to Ye Qing.0

The bloody shirt’s aura grew weaker and weaker as Ye Qing continued...0