As the poisonous blood was absorbed, the purplish-blue hue at the wound gradually dimmed, finally vanishing without a trace.
"Heh, I didn't expect you to have such a treasure. But even if you can expel the poison, so what? Against Qiao Ping, you're no match for her."
Xu Sanhu, having witnessed Ye Fan's all-out attack, which had dealt no damage to Qiao Ping and instead repelled himself, was brimming with confidence.
Ye Fan, with a grim expression, stared coldly at him.
"He who does much injustice will be destroyed by himself. Xu Sanhu, you're not worthy of killing us."
With that, Ye Fan carefully put away the yellow jade, gripped his climbing staff, and assumed an offensive stance once more.
Qiao Ping was indeed formidable, her speed and strength surpassing that of ordinary blood corpses. Moreover, she seemed to possess her own intelligence. In such circumstances, killing her would be exceptionally difficult.
Yet, even so, Ye Fan showed no fear in the face of Qiao Ping.
Almost instantly, Qiao Ping swung her hands, charging fiercely towards Ye Fan.
Her hands, like sharp swords, sliced through the air, producing whistling sounds.
The next moment, she was in front of Ye Fan, lunging downwards.
Ye Fan frowned, his face darkening. Qiao Ping's speed was too great; she had attacked him in an instant.
He quickly raised his climbing staff to block.
"Bang."
They collided. Qiao Ping's body trembled slightly, but her footing remained steady. Conversely, Ye Fan was forced back several steps, a tingling sensation spreading through his arm.
"Ye Fan, kneel and beg for mercy. Perhaps, considering you helped me before, I might spare your life."
Xu Sanhu roared angrily, his aura powerful, his face filled with arrogance.
"You're dreaming."
Ye Fan gritted his teeth and shouted. Then, he gripped the climbing staff with both hands and attacked proactively.
Qiao Ping let out a roar and again seized Ye Fan firmly, her hands like iron bars, gripping his neck tightly.
If Ye Fan hadn't braced himself with his climbing staff, Qiao Ping would have likely snapped his neck.
"Ye Fan."
Seeing this, Shen Tianyin cried out anxiously. Shen Bao, filled with anger, attempted to rush forward to help.
However, Kong Weiren intercepted him.
"Protect yourself, don't worry about me."
Ye Fan roared, then bit his tongue fiercely, spitting a mouthful of essence blood onto his climbing staff.
With renewed strength in his arms, he forced open Qiao Ping's grip, his hand on the climbing staff, and thrust it fiercely towards Qiao Ping's chest.
The climbing staff grazed his cheek before finally piercing Qiao Ping's chest.
"Aow."
A tragic cry erupted. Qiao Ping's hardened body began to emit large amounts of black smoke, and she retreated backward in agony.
Ye Fan broke free from his restraint and followed Qiao Ping with a rolling forward maneuver.
He then clenched the tip of his climbing staff with his right hand and forcefully scraped it.
He smeared his palm's blood onto the sharpened tip and then thrust it towards Qiao Ping's head again.
The weak point of a blood corpse was its head. Only by shattering its skull could it be truly killed.
As Qiao Ping let out another agonizing scream, her body collapsed with a thud, rapidly dissolving into blood.
This scene shocked everyone, especially Xu Sanhu, who stared with disbelief and terror.
"You, how did you do that?"
Xu Sanhu's voice trembled.
Qiao Ping was the strongest blood corpse he had cultivated. How could Ye Fan have killed her so easily?
He had seen Ye Fan on the defensive throughout the entire battle. How could he have suddenly become so powerful?
His face pale, Ye Fan staggered, nearly falling. Fortunately, he firmly planted his climbing staff on the ground, supporting his body.
"Xu Sanhu, you resort to any means to achieve your goals, abandoning humanity. Even if I were to spare you, heaven would not let you continue to act with impunity. Know that there is a divine being three feet above your head; you deserve to die."
As he spoke, Ye Fan swayed again.
Seeing this, Shen Tianyin quickly rushed forward to support him.
"Are you alright?"
Ye Fan had displayed incredible power just moments ago, annihilating Qiao Ping. Though she didn't know his method, it must have severely impacted him, explaining his current weakened state.
Ye Fan shook his head, his gaze fixed intently on Xu Sanhu.
Xu Sanhu's brow furrowed continuously. Ye Fan's transformation caught him completely off guard, leaving him deeply shocked.
After a moment, Xu Sanhu suddenly looked up. "Gravedigger, you are a gravedigger."
Xu Sanhu exclaimed in sudden realization, his eyes filled with profound confusion.
"How do you know?"
Shen Tianyin looked at Xu Sanhu with bewilderment. She had only learned about Ye Fan's status as a gravedigger recently from Ye Fan's conversation with Qiao Ping.
How could Xu Sanhu also know Ye Fan's identity? Had he been eavesdropping at the time?
Xu Sanhu ignored Shen Tianyin, his eyes locked onto Ye Fan.
"I've long heard that a gravedigger's essence blood is extraordinary and can dispel all evils in the world. It seems to be true. However, Ye Fan, a person's essence blood is limited. After dealing with Qiao Ping, you must be at your limit. What else do you have to deal with others? Even if you were made of iron, how many nails could you hammer out?"
A cold curve formed on Xu Sanhu's lips as he looked at Ye Fan, sneering. His smile was as piercing and bone-chilling as the winter wind.
"Ye Fan, is what he's saying true?"
Shen Tianyin felt a thunderclap in her mind, leaving her thoughts blank.
Just as she had found a glimmer of hope for survival, Xu Sanhu's words instantly extinguished the nascent flame in her heart.
Ye Fan, with a grim face, gritted his teeth, clearly enduring immense pain.
If Shen Tianyin weren't supporting him, he would have likely collapsed onto the ground.
"Xu Sanhu, even if I, Ye Fan, die, I will not let you escape justice. Today, I will act on behalf of heaven."
As he spoke, Ye Fan straightened his back, mustering his strength despite his body's emptiness, and issued a fierce threat.
Xu Sanhu's expression grew even more grim. "Ye Fan, are you really planning a mutual destruction? If you cooperate with me, with your insight and my methods, we can surely conquer the world and achieve supreme glory. What do you say?"
Seeing Ye Fan's unyielding defiance, Xu Sanhu's heart pounded. If Ye Fan were truly to fight to the death, he might not be able to escape unscathed.
However, his words only elicited a cold smile from Ye Fan. "You? And you think you're worthy?"
...
On the other side, Shen Bao was locked in a fierce battle with Kong Weiren.
After all, Kong Weiren had only recently transformed into a blood corpse, and his strength was not yet formidable. Apart from his hardened body and immense strength, he possessed no other powerful abilities.
Shen Bao used his agility to parry with Kong Weiren. Although he was at a disadvantage, he was not in immediate mortal danger.