Chapter 234: The Most Realistic Acting

The Blood Halberd, who had collapsed to the ground foaming at the mouth, was overjoyed at the sight of the Blood God's arrival, but when he saw the latter turn and flee, he was so enraged that he fainted.

"Shameless wretch."

That was all the Blood Halberd could think of at the moment he fainted.

"Blood God, the treasure is on him."

At this, the remaining six, except for the one pinned to the ground by Lin Fan, all knelt down, trembling, afraid of the impending punishment for failing their mission.

The Blood God gazed in the direction Lin Fan had fled, then looked at the kneeling disciples, snorted coldly, transformed into a streak of blood-red light, and shot off after Lin Fan.

No one had ever escaped from under the Blood God's nose.

The Blood Kill Pavilion had twelve floors, each with a pavilion master, and the higher the floor, the stronger the master. Although the Blood God was only the master of the first floor, his cultivation was not to be underestimated.

He was only one step away from attaining the Heavenly Throne realm.

...

At this moment, Lin Fan was running at full speed, occasionally stopping to look back, wondering if the guy could keep up. But after watching for a while, he saw no sign of him.

Now Lin Fan was a bit anxious, so he pretended to shout.

"Help! Someone's killing me!" Lin Fan knew he sounded like an idiot, but to lure the other party over, he had no choice.

But in Lin Fan's mind, he wasn't running that fast, so why was the guy nowhere to be seen? Strange indeed.

Running... running.

Suddenly, with a bang, Lin Fan collided with something that seemed very hard.

He turned his head slightly to look ahead and was stunned.

"How did you get here..." Lin Fan pretended to be terrified, screaming in fear, with an expression of disbelief.

There was the Blood God in red, his body inexplicably embedded in the ancient towering tree, his dangling legs looking so graceful in Lin Fan's eyes.

Could it be that the style of entrance for powerful people nowadays had become this flashy?

The Blood God looked at Lin Fan with disbelief. In fact, he had long noticed Lin Fan's escape route and had waited ahead directly.

When Lin Fan's figure appeared, a playful smile crept onto the Blood God's gloomy face.

In the Blood God's eyes, this was like a cat playing with a mouse, slowly toying with it in the boundless forest.

Especially when the other party looked back while desperately fleeing, the Blood God felt a surge of excitement, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.

The Blood God was even looking forward to the moment when the other party would crash into him, the look of disbelief and despair on his face, which would excite him even more.

But the moment the other party's body touched him, the Blood God suddenly realized something was wrong.

At the instant of contact, the Blood God felt an incredibly powerful impact force. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

Now, with his body embedded in the ancient tree, his mind was filled with disbelief.

How could this guy have knocked him flying? Impossible, absolutely impossible.

But the facts were right before him, forcing him to believe.

The dislocation of bones was no big deal to the Blood God; he cultivated the Blood Sea Demon Art, and his bones were like blood, capable of many changes.

Crack.

A crisp sound rang out, and in an instant, the Blood God's bones all returned to their original positions. His gaze toward Lin Fan was now filled with boundless rage.

He wanted him dead...

But when he saw the panicked expression on the other's face, the Blood God became excited again.

This feeling, this was exactly what he wanted.

"You have successfully angered me." The Blood God lowered his head, and from his eyes crimson blood mist seeped out.

His fingers, so thin they seemed nothing but bone, gripped the side of the ancient tree, and immediately a sizzling sound arose, as if something was being corroded.

His long, slender nails shimmered with a bloody light, sending chills down one's spine.

Lin Fan felt his acting skills had once again broken through their limits.

Minor Heaven rank, high level.

Only two steps away from the Major Heaven rank, but those two steps would be enough to give this guy a hard time.

In Lin Fan's mind, he was calculating: his physical defense was at Minor Heaven high level, so the other party's beating wouldn't break through his defense.

But the opponent's strength was much higher than his own; killing him by trickery would be very difficult. So now he had to think of a way.

If you asked who in this world was best at playing dead, besides Lin Fan, no one dared claim first.

"What do you want?" Lin Fan raised his hand trembling, as if shaking from fear.

And this scene, in the Blood God's eyes, was deeply satisfying.

"Offend the Blood Kill Pavilion, and death is your fate. But rest assured, I will slowly torment you, let your blood burst your head, and make you experience the most painful death in the world," the Blood God said darkly.

"No, please spare me." Lin Fan was crying now, his steps slowly moving closer to the Blood God. His lifelike acting instantly brought to life a coward who feared death.

Lin Fan was not a coward, but he always believed in one saying: a successful man's path is rugged; he cannot simply slay gods and buddhas at will. Everything requires brains; a man without brains cannot succeed.

What was Lin Fan's goal? To become a supreme being who, with a single glance, could make anyone willingly hand over all their possessions.

And now, with this prey before him, Lin Fan absolutely could not scare him away.

Right now, he was like a hunter holding a shotgun, and the Blood God before him was a rabbit. He must not scare the rabbit away; he had to strike with certainty.

"Then hand over the thing, kneel and beg me, and I'll refine you into a blood corpse, eternal and indestructible." The Blood God laughed wildly, his skeletal frame cackling like a maniac.

Lin Fan stepped forward one step at a time, his face full of terror. "Great one, that's really wonderful."

The Blood God's blood-red eyes fixed on Lin Fan, flickering with red light, and his long nails beckoned to Lin Fan.

One step.

Two steps.

...

He was getting closer and closer to the Blood God.

Lin Fan's little heart was pounding—this was a sign that the prey was about to be caught.

Forcibly killing a Minor Heaven high-level expert—who else could match that?

At this moment, Lin Fan finally reached the Blood God's side, and immediately looked up and wailed.

"Ah... Great one, you are the most charming master in the Blood Kill Pavilion. Please accept my knees." Lin Fan pretended to be very excited, trembling as he hugged the Blood God's waist, then slowly bent his legs.

The Blood God looked down at Lin Fan, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth. In his palm, a ball of red blood mist ignited, within which seemed to be wailing souls, roaring ferociously.

"Very good, you can go..." The Blood God laughed darkly, just about to speak, when his expression suddenly changed.

"Reverse the Universe."

At this moment, Lin Fan once again unleashed the supreme technique, which he had mastered to perfection—the reversal of yin and yang, all in a single thought.

"Ah..." A surge of excruciating pain rushed over him. Even the Blood God, with his blood divine body, could not withstand it.

In an instant, Lin Fan pulled out the 95 Red Brick and slammed it hard onto the Blood God's skull.

"Bang..."

The once domineering Blood God lay motionless on the ground.

"Haha..." At this moment, Lin Fan stood with one hand on his hip, the other holding the brick high, laughing. "You dumbass, trying to mess with me? I had already thought of the hardest way, but you, such a show-off, just kept blabbering before the fight. Who else but you would end up a tragedy? I used just a little trick, and you're done. Weak... so weak..."

Lin Fan shook his head and sighed, wearing an expression of ultimate loneliness.