"Huaxia's Ethan Lin, here to visit the Blood Sect!" Ethan's voice echoed from the base of Blood Mountain, carrying up to the Blood Sect's grand hall, where it reverberated off the walls.
Inside the hall, the Blood Sect leader was in the midst of a major assembly when he heard the booming call. He rose abruptly from his seat, his expression a mixture of surprise and unease.
"This voice… it sounds like it's coming from far off, yet it's so clear. Could this be the legendary Huaxia 'secret transmission' technique?" the Blood Sect leader muttered in astonishment.
What he didn't know was that this was not merely a transmission technique but something far beyond. Having established a profound connection with the forces of nature, Ethan could harness a sliver of its power, allowing his voice to carry effortlessly into the depths of the Blood Sect's hall.
At that moment, a disciple of the Blood Sect approached and reported in Burmese, "Master, there's a Huaxia individual trespassing at the mountain's base."
"Let him come up," the leader instructed after a moment's thought.
"Yes, Master," the disciple responded.
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The Blood Sect's grand hall was embedded within the mountain peak, its hidden entrance designed to keep outsiders away. The mountain itself was steep and foreboding, so much so that it had become an untouchable symbol of mystery to the people of Myanmar, who were officially prohibited from setting foot there.
When Ethan reached the wide clearing in front of the hall, the Blood Sect leader, flanked by several elder sorcerers, emerged to confront him.
"Hailing from Huaxia, what brings you to our Blood Sect?" the leader inquired in fluent Mandarin.
The Blood Sect leader himself had originally been Huaxian, but ever since the sect relocated to Myanmar, he had renounced his nationality.
"I've come to borrow the Blood Vein Scripture for a look," Ethan stated plainly.
A collective shock rippled through the sect members. The Blood Vein Scripture was the Blood Sect's most prized possession. Aside from the sect leader, no one was permitted even a glimpse of it. Yet here was an outsider brazenly requesting to see it.
The Blood Sect leader's voice dropped to a cold, menacing tone. "You have two choices: kneel, apologize, and compensate us with a hundred million yuan, or die."
"So we can't negotiate?" Ethan asked.
"There's nothing to discuss!" The sect leader's robe billowed as he waved his hand dismissively.
"I had hoped to settle this peacefully," Ethan said, his voice turning icy. "But since you refuse, I won't hold back. For a sect that betrayed Huaxia and dabbles in forbidden sorcery, I won't hesitate. I'll take the Blood Vein Scripture by force if I must."
"Kill him!" the Blood Sect leader commanded.
Instantly, disciples hidden around the area sprang into action, leveling guns and unleashing a hail of bullets in Ethan's direction.
Despite their violent assault, the bullets bounced harmlessly off him, deflected by an unseen force. Then, in a flash, Ethan vanished from sight.
A cacophony of screams followed as one disciple after another fell, unable to withstand his swift strikes.
"Use blood sorcery!" shouted the sect leader.
The elder sorcerers quickly went to work, summoning forth swarms of crimson insects from the earth. These creatures, blood-red and unnaturally fast, surged toward Ethan, aiming to surround him.
These insects were meticulously bred to thrive on blood, carrying lethal venom that could drain even a Ninth Stage superhuman within seconds if they managed to enclose their target.
Yet just as the insects began closing in, a massive golden palm imprint materialized in the sky above them and crashed down, crushing countless creatures into dust.
The blood sorcerers, directly linked to the swarm, felt a backlash from the destruction of their pets. One by one, they staggered, clutching their chests and spitting blood as they collapsed to the ground.
"Your petty sorcery," Ethan said with disdain. "I'll end your twisted blood cult for good today!"
The palpable killing intent radiating from him struck fear into every sect member present.
Suddenly, the Blood Sect leader and a handful of elders transformed into bloody shadows, hurtling towards Ethan, their combined strength comparable to the Ninth Stage. But they were no match for him. In the blink of an eye, they were stopped mid-air, each head pierced by a single, precise strike. They fell lifelessly to the ground, their bodies crumpling with a heavy thud.
The remaining disciples, seeing their leaders dead and hope all but gone, began to cry out in desperation:
"We surrender!"
"We surrender!"
"We surrender!"
Their cries echoed in multiple languages—Mandarin, Burmese, and even English.
As Ethan considered sparing the surviving members, a voice called out from the distance.
"Honorary Guest Lin, we're from the Huaxia Supernatural Unit. Leave the rest to us!"
The members of the Tian and Di teams, led by Tian One, reached the summit, quickly identifying themselves.
Recognizing Tian Nine and Tian Seven among them, Ethan confirmed their affiliation and nodded. Though slightly curious about the Supernatural Unit's sudden appearance, he didn't dwell on it. "Very well, they're all yours."
With that, he entered the Blood Sect's grand hall. After a meticulous search, he finally discovered a steel-encased chest hidden in a chamber below the hall.
Without hesitation, he tore it open, revealing the Blood Vein Scripture within. Ethan carefully scanned its contents, committing them to memory before destroying the text entirely.
"At last, I have the Blood Transformation Stage technique!" he muttered with satisfaction, leaving Blood Mountain with a victorious smile.
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