Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Death Grip
"Who told you I am from the Hate Emperor Palace?" Xing Chen looked at Bloodthirsty Deity and said calmly, "If you want to accuse me, just do it directly. What do you mean by slandering me like this?"
"Slander you? If I'm not mistaken, the techniques you just used are the signature martial arts of the Hate Emperor Palace: the Hate Demon Armor and the Hate Demon Sword, right?" Bloodthirsty Deity sneered, his eyes gleaming with malice.
"So what if I did? Do you think that alone is enough to claim I am from the Hate Emperor Palace?" Xing Chen did not deny using the Hate Demon Armor and Hate Demon Sword, but he also did not admit to being a member of the Hate Emperor Palace.
"Isn't that proof enough? It is well known that the Hate Demon Armor and Hate Demon Sword are the treasures of the Hate Emperor Palace, the strongest divine weapon and armor of the Hate Emperor. The fact that you know how to condense these two treasures means that if you are not from the Hate Emperor Palace, no one would believe it," Bloodthirsty Deity continued to sneer.
"There are plenty of people who can condense the Hate Demon Sword and Hate Demon Armor; you're just ignorant. Besides, does knowing these two martial arts automatically make someone a member of the Hate Emperor Palace?" Xing Chen retorted disdainfully.
"That's right, Bloodthirsty Master Uncle, you're being too arbitrary. We know better than you whether Xing Chen is from the Hate Emperor Palace or not; you have no right to slander him," Xueqing stepped forward and spoke.
"Exactly. Although my junior brother can condense the Hate Demon Armor and Hate Demon Sword, that alone is not enough to prove he is from the Hate Emperor Palace," Mo Feiyu chimed in at the same time.
"Since you all protect him so much, I will present even stronger evidence to prove his identity as a disciple of the Hate Emperor Palace," Bloodthirsty Deity said calmly despite facing opposition from many. "The cultivation method he practices is the Hate Emperor's Art, which is a secret of the Hate Emperor Palace. This should be enough to prove he is a disciple of the Hate Emperor Palace, right?"
"What else do you know? Just say it!" Xing Chen said lightly as he looked at Bloodthirsty Deity.
"You must be an undercover agent sent by the Hate Emperor Palace to our Dragon Blood Palace to spy on us, right?" Bloodthirsty Deity pressed on relentlessly.
"You've already drawn your conclusion; do I still have the right to refute it?" Xing Chen shrugged.
"So you admit it? You really are a spy sent by the Hate Emperor Palace to our Dragon Blood Palace," Bloodthirsty Deity exclaimed as a powerful aura surged from him towards Xing Chen while he shouted loudly.
"I admit it if it makes you feel better. Aren't you just slandering me because you lost in a match and didn't want to lose your bet against me? I never expected that a Divine Lord like you would be such a shameless person," Xing Chen cursed loudly.
He cursed, and everyone was instantly stunned, feeling as if their brains had short-circuited. Who is the Bloodthirsty Deity? Although he is one of the weakest Divine Lords, he is still a Divine Lord!
How could a mere Gaze of Life expert like Xing Chen casually insult him?
"Good child, how dare you disrespect me? I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your master." The Bloodthirsty Deity was enraged by Xing Chen's insults. He lightly pointed in the void, and a powerful aura immediately spread out.
The dense Bloodthirsty Aura rapidly expanded, and with that single point, the Bloodthirsty Deity pierced through layers of space, instantly descending upon Xing Chen.
"Junior brother!" Seeing the Bloodthirsty Deity shamelessly attacking them, Xueqing immediately moved to Xing Chen's side. At the same time, a light blue shield slowly rose up to protect both of them.
Boom!
At that moment, the blood-red giant finger suddenly struck down with a deafening sound, creating a powerful roar that shook the Eight Desolations and echoed throughout.
Bang! Bang!!
Two muffled sounds came through as Xing Chen and Xueqing were sent flying. The power of the Bloodthirsty Deity was simply too overwhelming for them to contend with; just a casual strike from him shattered Xueqing's strongest defense and severely injured both Xing Chen and Xueqing.
"Wind God Sword Formation! I'll fight this old rascal!" Seeing Xing Chen and Xueqing heavily injured by a single blow, Mo Feiyu was instantly furious. He shouted loudly and surged into action, while the other disciples also began to move.
"Let's go! Damn it, do they really think Wind Mountain Range is easy to bully?"
"Damn it, I've long found the Bloodthirsty Deity displeasing. He acts so arrogantly; no matter what, we must teach him a lesson today."
"Exactly! This old fool is already arrogant on his own turf; how dare he come here to flaunt his power? We must take him down!"
The disciples shouted in unison as swords were drawn one after another, emitting brilliant blue light. A chilling aura quickly spread throughout the Training Ground.
Thirty-Six Disciples all soared into the air, forming a complex and mysterious formation. At the same time, a blue long sword hovered in the air, emanating a chilling aura of killing intent.
"Slash!"
Mo Feiyu shouted loudly, swinging the long sword down fiercely.
"Slash!"
The other thirty-five disciples also shouted simultaneously, launching their strikes downward towards Bloodthirsty Deity.
Boom!
Accompanied by a thunderous sound, the massive blue sword descended rapidly, tearing through space as it fell from thousands of feet above, resembling nine divine demons wielding their blades to reap the lives of mortals.
Meanwhile, Xing Chen had also regained consciousness. The majority of the force from Bloodthirsty Deity's previous attack had been absorbed by Xueqing. He had only taken on a small portion of that power, but even that had nearly caused him to faint.
"Senior Sister, Xueqing..." After regaining his senses, Xing Chen quickly glanced at the unconscious Xueqing beside him and hurriedly crawled over to her side.
"Senior Sister! Senior Sister..." Xing Chen lifted Xueqing up, shaking her body repeatedly. However, Xueqing's aura was weak, her spirit dimmed; she appeared gravely injured.
"Child, stop! She is heavily injured and has fallen unconscious, but her life is not in danger, so you need not worry," Hate Emperor spoke up. "This time you were too reckless. Your strength is simply not a match for Divine Lord. It is no surprise that you faced this outcome after provoking him repeatedly."
"Damn it! I will make that old fool pay the price," a fierce expression flashed across Xing Chen's face as a cold and ruthless aura slowly spread around him.
At his forehead, the Phantom of the Fate Jade Pendant reappeared. The Fate Jade Pendant glowed with a dazzling Black Light, its dark and profound radiance seeming capable of devouring everything, causing anyone to lose themselves within it.
"Ah—"
Xing Chen suddenly let out a long howl, his palm grasping at the void. Countless Purple Gold Thunder bolts instantly struck down from the sky, converging in his hand to form a Purple Gold Divine Spear, which was the Spear of Punishment.
At this moment, the powerful attack unleashed by Mo Feiyu and the others through their combined Wind God Sword Formation had also fully descended upon the Bloodthirsty Deity.
The previously indifferent and cold expression on the Bloodthirsty Deity's face finally changed at this moment.
The power of the Wind God Sword Formation was enough to rival him, and the immense force radiating from this sword left him deeply shaken.
"Bloodthirsty Demon Blade!" The Bloodthirsty Deity shouted loudly, a blood-colored demonic blade appearing in his hand as he swung it towards the enormous Azure Divine Sword in the air.
Boom!
The two collided, erupting with blinding light and terrifying shockwaves. The immense force caused the Bloodthirsty Deity to stagger, and his rising body was forcefully slammed back down to the ground.
"Damn it, have these Rascal gone mad?" The Bloodthirsty Deity's hands gripping the Bloodthirsty Demon Blade trembled uncontrollably, while a faint blood-red glow flickered in his eyes.
He simply could not understand why targeting just one Xing Chen would provoke such a massive response, prompting them all to fight desperately.
What he did not realize was that although there were few disciples of the Wind God Lord, they were absolutely united; if any one of them was in danger, they would rush to help without hesitation.
At this moment, since the Bloodthirsty Deity had nearly killed Xing Chen and Xueqing, it naturally compelled them all to join forces against him.
"Wind God Sword Formation, Wind God Domain!"
Just then, Mo Feiyu's loud voice rang out again. Simultaneously, those disciples in the air changed their stances, their long swords swinging down. Thirty-six Azure Light Pillars instantly enveloped the Bloodthirsty Deity. These thirty-six Azure Light Pillars intersected to form a mysterious array domain that trapped the Bloodthirsty Deity.
"Damn it, a bunch of inexperienced brats, do you really think you can turn things around?" The Bloodthirsty Deity roared madly.
“Bloodthirsty Demon Blade, Blood Wave!”
The Bloodthirsty Deity roared, and the Blood Demon blade in his hand erupted with a strong red light, suddenly slashing towards the Azure Light Pillars ahead.
Boom!
With a tremendous roar, the Azure Light Pillars shook slightly and then instantly shattered. At the same time, the Bloodthirsty Deity radiated an endless blood-red aura, like the Nine Divine Suns dispersing the endless night and illuminating the earth.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!!!!!
A series of thunderous sounds echoed as the Azure Light Pillars shattered one after another, and the figures in the air fell down with the collapse of the light pillars.
“Die!”
However, just as the Bloodthirsty Deity destroyed all the blue light pillars, a spear infused with countless thunders, the Spear of Punishment, suddenly appeared before him. This spear pierced through layers of space, aiming directly at his forehead, as if it intended to kill him in one strike.
This spear was naturally thrust by Xing Chen, who had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.
Comment 0 Comment Count