บท 182: Conspiracy And Scheme(1)

"Elder Mo!" Both of the cultivators cried out in unison when they saw him coughing blood. The man who was perfectly fine just a few seconds ago had black blood dripping out of his mouth.

  "I…" Elder Mo distanced himself from the two of them. He was having a bit of trouble speaking, yet, he was still speaking. "I am alright," he waved his hand, gesturing both of the men to stay back.

He wiped the blood from his mouth with a silk handkerchief. 

"My blood had been corrupted," he said, staring at both Grandmaster Lan and sect Leader Huang Liu.

The clashing of a metal blade and the Iron claw of the demon continued to clash, producing a harsh and irky sound in the background. 

Elder Mo's vision diluted a bit as he felt his head spinning. He immediately placed his hand on the right side of his stomach.  He could feel it.