The crushing pain elicited a desperate scream from Suoke, yet Zhurong clearly had no intention of granting him mercy. Another punch descended straight from above, mercilessly smashing onto Suoke's head, causing it to burst open like a watermelon, instantly enveloped by a deluge of flames.

It was precisely at this moment that Ye Jingyu and Liang Xiaoke arrived, witnessing the scene.

Seven formidable Ninth-Rank masters, dispatched so quickly by these two brutes—this was simply too outrageous, wasn't it?

"Um, could you have perhaps left one for me?" Seeing that not even dust remained of the seven Demon Lords, Liang Xiaoke wore an almost mournful expression. He had intended to teach these wretches a good lesson himself! But now, before he could even meet them, they were dead. Where was he supposed to vent this pent-up fury?

The Drought Demon was preoccupied with devouring the strength of the six other Demon Lords and had no patience for his words. Zhurong swiftly absorbed the essence blood of Suoke and rushed off toward another area. He lacked the Drought Demon's ability to incite seven Ninth-Rank Demon Lords into mutual slaughter, and unable to absorb such a vast amount of pure energy at once, he would have to make up for it with sheer quantity.

His entire body transformed into a vast expanse of fire, continuing its onslaught against the countless masses of the Demon Race army.

Seeing that these two titans were ignoring him completely, Liang Xiaoke grew even more perplexed. He was about to transform into a streak of fading light and charge towards the demons when the Drought Demon's voice rang out.

"Little Zombie, hurry over here! This ancestor absorbed too much blood-food just now; my divine sense cannot fully process it yet. You get the leftovers this time!"

"Ah, leftovers for me? Ancestor Drought Demon, you truly are the best ancestor in this entire world!" Hearing that the Drought Demon was willing to share a portion of the Demon Lords' vital energy with him, Liang Xiaoke's prior frustration vanished instantly.

He darted to the Drought Demon's front, grinning with excessive flattery.

"Why are you still standing there grinning like an idiot? Hurry up and strip!" Seeing Liang Xiaoke simply standing there smiling foolishly, the Drought Demon suddenly said with a bewitching tone.

"Ah? Strip?" Liang Xiaoke first froze, then was overcome with ecstatic joy. Could it be that his Ancestor intended to pass her power to him through dual cultivation? That made sense; absorbing so much essence blood at once would indeed be difficult to digest, and perhaps this was the only way she could transfer it.

The thought of developing a relationship that transcended mere friendship with this formidable lady made Liang Xiaoke instantly excited. He had completely forgotten the humiliation inflicted upon Lei Linna, ripping off his own trousers and standing naked before the Drought Demon.

Seeing that Liang Xiaoke had even taken off his pants, particularly noticing the masculine appendage swaying before her, the Drought Demon instantly understood the sordid thoughts swirling in his mind. A flash of anger crossed her face; she desperately wanted to slap this fellow dead, but the power surging within her was expanding rapidly. She knew if she didn't transfer it to Liang Xiaoke soon, she might very well explode and perish.

Once this energy was metabolized by her, it became contaminated with her Corpse Qi and could not be transferred to anyone else. Only Liang Xiaoke, being of the Zombie lineage, could withstand her power—otherwise, why would she pass it to him?

Forcing down the urge to dismember Liang Xiaoke, she spat out a cold command: "Hurry up and lie down!"

"Oh oh oh oh, so Ancestor Drought Demon, you prefer being on top? That's fine, I like being on the bottom too!" Liang Xiaoke failed to notice the fury on the Drought Demon's face, immediately flopping onto the ground, wearing a grin as lewd as possible.

The sight of that smiling face only enraged the Drought Demon further. Suddenly, she brought her foot down hard upon that sensitive part of Liang Xiaoke.

"Awoooo..." Liang Xiaoke let out a sound of agonizing torment, but before he could react, the Drought Demon's finger had already tapped his sternum.

Ye Jingyu, witnessing all this from not far away, felt a chilling gust blow between his own legs. A woman this fierce—who would dare marry her?

Streams of silvery-red blood flowed from the tip of the Drought Demon's finger, merging directly into Liang Xiaoke’s heart. The Drought Demon then traced strange symbols onto his chest, quickly completing a peculiar talisman over his heart. Immediately, the talisman glowed with blood-red light as the silvery-red blood energy from the Drought Demon's fingertip surged furiously into Liang Xiaoke’s body.

As this power poured in, Liang Xiaoke felt every pore on his body open, a soothing warmth spreading through him. Even the area injured by the Drought Demon’s stomp began to heal at an incredible rate.

But as the power continued to flood in, Liang Xiaoke started to lose the capacity to handle such a massive influx. It was like a starving ghost suddenly consuming ten days' worth of food; he felt his body was on the verge of explosion.

Yet, the Drought Demon showed no sign of stopping, relentlessly channeling that immense power without heeding his distress.

Gradually, faint cracks began to appear across Liang Xiaoke's body, his face contorted in pain. He tried to break free from the Drought Demon's control but found his body utterly unresponsive.

Just as Liang Xiaoke believed he was about to burst apart, a profound cultivation method was transmitted directly from the Drought Demon’s divine sense.

Upon grasping this technique, Liang Xiaoke was overcome with wild joy. This—this was the Three Corpse Divine Art! Had she truly transmitted the Three Corpse Divine Art to him? The legendary technique that could allow him to achieve the Flying Night Specter, and even the Corpse God! This was a cultivation method even his own Master had never seen!

The thought of his potential future achievements made his heart soar with delight.

"What are you still spacing out for? Start cultivating the Three Corpse Divine Art! Do you really want to explode to death?" Seeing that cracks as thick as a wrist had already appeared on his body, yet he was still grinning stupidly, the Drought Demon chastised him sharply.

Liang Xiaoke snapped back to reality, immediately activating the Three Corpse Divine Art. Instantly, the surging power transformed into a streak of bloody light, manifesting above his head, faintly forming a blood-shadow identical to himself...

Meanwhile, Gongsun Lu, who was busy slaughtering the demons, sensed the immense blood energy emanating from her clansman and rushed over immediately. Just as Liang Xiaoke was about to manifest a second blood-shadow, he pointed a finger outward, and a ray of blood-light shot directly into Gongsun Lu's forehead...

(There will be four chapters today; the reason, as you all know, hehe, the recommendation votes reached six thousand, adding another two thousand! So, an extra chapter as a bonus~)

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