Super Student's Three-realms Army

It seemed that in a short period of time, this place would completely turn into a world made of blood. A huge, burly blood-colored giant stood in the sky with the bright moon above his head.    

Just by standing there, this blood-colored giant was able to give people an indescribable sense of oppression.    

"Zhang Wutian, even though you have the talent of the heavens and the earth, you are still too inexperienced to compete with an old expert like me, Black Blood Old Demon!"    

After the crimson vortex completely devoured the Shattering Divine Fist, the area did not decrease at all. Instead, it had become several times wider. At a glance, it was at least two to three hundred meters wide!    

"Zhang Wutian, you are already ranked eighth on the Hundred Scholars List at such an age. You can be proud of yourself for being a hero in your life!"    

"Blood Evil Bone Transformation Palm, Devour All!"    

After Black Blood Old Demon roared, the crimson scar on his forehead also shot out a dazzling, eye-catching blood-colored light.    

In the next moment, the huge blood-colored vortex turned into a huge tornado. From afar, it looked like an ancient beast opening its bloody mouth and roaring towards the sky!    

"Hehe …"    

Seeing that, Zhang Xiaofann only sneered. His figure shot out, and without any deviation, he directly charged towards the blood-red tornado.    

"Swoosh!"    

A golden ray of light flashed past in an instant, piercing straight into the blood-red tornado. The Black Blood Old Demon's eyes were filled with indescribable ecstasy.    

After all, he had fought with all kinds of experts in the Chinese Cultivation Realm. It was also because of this that the Black Blood Old Demon had left such a great reputation in the Chinese Cultivation Realm.    

Even the most powerful expert in the Chinese Cultivation Realm who had heavily injured him back then, he did not dare to face the Blood Evil Bone Melting Palm head-on. He was even kicked into the crimson red vortex that could refine all things in the world.    

In this crimson red vortex, unless you could cultivate your own softness to an exaggerated degree that was comparable to that of a god.    

Otherwise, no matter who you were, you would only be drowned in the endless blood aura and be devoured until not even bones were left.    

"Ah, Zhang Xiaofann!"    

Seeing that Zhang Xiaofann actually rushed into the huge blood-red vortex without even turning his head, Pann Wenbo's eyes almost split apart. He watched helplessly as the former disappeared from his sight. He opened his mouth and roared, but everything he did seemed so insignificant and powerless.    

"Law-free Devil Sovereign, Zhang Wutian, the number one on the Golden List of Chinese Cultivation Realm? Young Sovereign, this is simply a complete joke, a huge joke!"    

"This world will eventually belong to me, Black Blood Ancestor!"    

"As long as I completely devour and refine this little guy's body and Vital Spirit, I will be able to be ranked in the top three of the Hundred Scholars List. Then, I might be able to compete with him!"