The Resurrecting Overlord

Dong Xian looked greedily at the bunch of valuable items in the pile. He could finally see for himself the beauty of the cultivator's currency, spirit stones. But there was something missing that should normally be found in these sorts of piles. That's right! Where are the holy Space rings which can compress and store objects? The Sect Masters should at least have this type of loot, right?

Dong Xian raised this question up with Zhao Feng. He replied, "Ha, so they could not even scrounge up some funds for even a space ring? I took their space rings back when I attacked their sects. To think of it, maybe I should have crushed them while I was at it?" Killing intent leaked out of Zhao Feng, as he was reminded of the disciples who had been killed by the various sects conspiring against him.

Dong Xian quickly used his spirituality to absorb the killing intent. He needed Zhao Feng to be calm so that he could request for a Space ring from him.

Dong Xian said, "So can I have one of the Space rings you have?" Zhao Feng suddenly

switched to a jovial smile, as if nothing had happened just now. "Of course! You're our saviour after all." After saying that, he removed from his robes tens of thousands Space rings and laid them neatly on the ground. Dong Xian was absolutely shocked. How many sects did he exactly rob to obtain this much Space rings? Not that he was complaining, of course.

Zhao Feng quickly sorted out the Space rings, and have ten of the Space rings with the biggest spaces. Dong Xian was very satisfied with what he had gained from making his move, even though he had suffered great pain. It was totally worth it for this large amount of loot that now belonged to him.

"Nghh! Let us go or we will crush you when we get out!" A voice echoed out through the valley. Zhao Feng's gaze hardened again, as he told Dong Xian, "Come. Let's go over and see those disgusting old geezers that have a lot of guts!"

Zhao Feng flipped his wrists and performed a gesture, allowing Dong Xian to fly, since his Heavenly Qi has been lost. Dong Xian followed Zhao Feng down into a dungeon that the abyss resides in. Soon, they reached the location of the bunch of sect masters.

All of them were chained to the wall, with symbols intertwining on those chains, robbing them of their spirituality whenever they recovered any. Feng Li screamed out vulgarities as the chains kept inflicting pain multiple times on him.

When he saw Zhao Feng coming, he rattled the chains with anger, snarling at him. "Look at you. Not even two days, and you have already degenerated into a beast. Not that you were not one in the first place!" Zhao Feng mocked Feng Li. "Don't you agree that beasts should be exterminated?"

Feng Li and the other sect masters have been tortured harshly in just a few days. Not to mention the chains, but demonic plants ate away at their flesh, demons ate their organs, and even the lowly Body Stage disciples even took this chance to torture them!

He was truly pissed off beyond measure. The chains were considered a high rank demonic artifact, which made them nearly unbreakable. It seemed that they really had to use that skill, since even that old man Zhao Feng was here to finish them off.

Feng Li and the other sect masters nodded in unison. They had already came up with an end plan for the worst scenario, where they would die, while no one could hear them in the dungeon. Dong Xian looked at them nodding and thought it was very weird. Why are this bunch of madmen nodding their heads all of a sudden? With the chains extracting their spirituality, there should be absolutely no way out for them.

Feng Li's mouth suddenly condensed a red pill, before spitting it out with his blood. The other sect masters also took this chance and all spit out their blood. The blood started to condense together into a whirlpool made out of blood, descending into nothing.

Zhao Feng suddenly shouted, "How did you get the ancient heritage of that Demon Lord! That forbidden exile from the demon arts!" Feng Li snickered as from the blood pool emerged an ancient, formidable being made of blood. It turned out that his Guess was indeed right. Even though the exact cost of summoning Demon Lord, Blood God was a Formation Stage cultivator's life Essence, it turned out that 50% of life Essence from 50 Soul Stage cultivators worked too!

Feng Li then shouted out, "Revered Blood God! Take all of us away to a safe location!" The incarnation of Blood God, after hearing Feng Li's order, swept away all the sect masters into his arms. It was about to leave, but then suddenly, its gaze lingered on Dong Xian, bordering on killer intent against him. It exerted some power on him, making him fall down, before disappearing back down into the hole.

Dong Xian felt his spirituality exhaust almost immediately. He started panting, before laying on the ground to rest. Why would the Blood God act so hostilely against him? Could be the fact that he has part of Demon Lord Silenced Night in him. As he pondered, a message appeared in his head.