BXBX NOVEL Chapter 313 - 309: The Defeat of the Blood God
Chapter 313 - 309: The Defeat of the Blood God
Perhaps the Demon King and Blood God would never have anticipated that the seemingly weak Human Race they knew a thousand years ago could become so strong.
Yet a warrior of the Mortal Realm, having achieved unity of spirit and intent, could unleash such horrifying power, effortlessly destroying the Blood Fiend’s Divine Light and even cleaving the seemingly immortal Blood Face in half.
The shadow of the Demon King, who had been scolding Tang Luo just a moment ago, was momentarily taken aback.
The cleaved Blood Face began to change again, one half turning into a red mist, like blood steaming off rapidly; it scattered in all directions.
The other half transformed back into a Blood Face, a look of fear still present on it. Its spirit was shaking crazily in alarm. The Blood God realized that the Primary Qi Arrow that Tang Luo had spat out was the nemesis of his Blood Fiend’s power.
He, who normally commanded tens of thousands of blood children, should have been able to overwhelm his opponents even when confronted with magic that suppressed each other. But who could imagine that Tang Luo hid within him an unending wellspring of life force. This life force all came from the divine medicinal herbs, their quantity that could be transformed into the Five-Color Divine Light was simply unbelievable.
“I will not accept this!” The provoked Blood God commanded the scattered Blood Beast towards himself, he truly couldn’t believe that a lowly human, not even good enough to be superior blood food, could push him to this point.
“Nine Heavens Mysterious Evil, heed my call!”
“I call upon the Fiend Blood, unite all evil!”
“Great Blood Fusion Technique!”
With the Blood Face roaring towards the sky, the Blood Divine children rushing toward it suddenly melted. Their bloody clothes disappeared, and their essence transformed into a streak of red light flying towards the Blood Face.
“My old friend, don’t!” The shadow of the Demon King shouted desperately, his aged voice filled with despair.
The Nine-tailed Fox King naturally knew of his old friend’s Blood Fusion Technique. He also knew that by returning the power of the blood essence to oneself, one would gain immense power. But such power doesn’t come without a cost.
The reason why every blood essence has a different form is because each one is unique from the start. Uniqueness means they can’t be forcibly merged. Even in the Blood God’s prime, each usage of the Blood Fusion Technique was greatly damaging to his vitality. Given his present condition, reduced to only a spirit, this could mean falling into a state of extreme weakness and slumber for an unknown length of time.
The Han Family outside the Minor Spiritual Realm is watchful and waiting. Even if the Blood God kills Tang Luo, how can he resist the ones who are yet to arrive?
Tang Luo watching the Blood God perform secret techniques, could not help but laugh sarcastically, thinking to himself, “Is this not the reason why hardly any of the ancient ways are still in use today? They have to sing a hymn before throwing a punch.”
At the same time as the Blood God was gathering the blood essence, Tang Luo inhaled deeply. “Whooooo…”
As if a storm had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, numerous strong winds poured into Tang Luo’s mouth and his chest visibly swelled at an alarming rate.
The preparation phase of the Great Blood Fusion Technique was complex, even for someone like Tang Luo who hadn’t seen it performed before, he knew it was of no small matter. After all, ‘birds of a feather flock together’.
If the Demon King referred to him as an old friend, he must at least be a king too. With that in mind, he must not allow the Great Blood Fusion Technique to be completed. Thus, Tang Luo shot Primary Qi arrows at the Blood Face intermittently.
One by one, the Primordial Qi arrows radiated with Five-Color Divine Light, drawn across the sky like ribbons, framing the Blood Fiend’s face, keeping it firm in place. The blood essence that constantly flew towards it was instantly melted away as it collided with the Divine Light, without any resistance, transforming into a blood mist and staining the entire sky a deep red.
The Blood Fiend had hundreds of thousands of blood essences, indeed a hefty amount, But the Divine Light from the countless spiritual medicines in Tang Luo’s stomach was much more powerful. Despite the loss of their medicinal properties when uprooted from their spiritual fields, each of these spiritual treasures, irrigated by the Triple Spiritual Springs for thousands of years, were rich in Spiritual Energy, impossible to be entirely depleted in just a few years.
To put it bluntly, if considered merely as a means of combat, these spiritual treasures, as long as they are in the Void Stomach, could enhance the power of Tang Luo’s Primordial Qi arrows to rival the peak attacks of the Fierce Realm – perhaps even sharper than Tang Siyuan’s Polar Strike.
What’s even more amazing is that, despite Tang Siyuan’s cultivation level, he needs to recover after using the Polar Strike, while Tang Luo’s Primordial Qi arrows can sustain a continuous onslaught.
Pity that the Blood God picked the wrong time to engage in battle!
The three-meter-tall silver giant crossed his arms over his chest, and ‘huffed’ out air towards the sky. If not for the fact that a Five-Color Ribbon was expelled from his mouth with every puff, the scene would seem utterly laughable.
The Blood God trapped in the center of the Primordial Qi arrows was experiencing unprecedented anguish now, even greater than when it faced the Dragon King thousands of years ago.
The ancient great demons placed much value on the etiquette of war, to declare their ultimate moves for the world to exalt. From the Blood God’s perspective, a straightforward confrontation to test each other’s capabilities should be the simplest form of respect. Who would have thought that the opponent would resort to such a despicable method, deploying countless Primordial Qi arrows to hinder the execution of the Great Blood Fusion Technique – an act of pure cowardice.
The clueless blood essences crashed heedlessly into the Five-Color Ribbons, painting the sky a bright red, and extinguished the Blood God’s final hope of turning the tides.
The Blood Fiend that initially planned to take advantage of the blood mist to flee was sliced into two by a robust ribbon.
The slashed Blood God could only reincarnate using half of its essence again, but it didn’t expect the silver giant to suddenly emerge in midair, reaching out towards the new form.
Although the Blood God was not afraid of physical attacks or the Heavenly Dragon’s Shadow in the giant’s blows, it felt odd that the giant would close the range without any tactical reason. So, it expelled a thin layer of blood in an attempt to distance itself.
However, since Tang Luo interrupted the Blood God, he naturally wouldn’t let it escape so easily.
A black and a white image appeared in the center of Tang Luo’s wide-splayed palm. The two colors intertwined but remained distinct, spinning together.
The two colors gradually enlarged. Black turned into a large millstone, and white became a huge grinding wheel. A Yin-Yang mill materialized in Tang Luo’s hand, growing bigger as it faced the Blood Fiend’s Divine Light.
The corrosive Blood Fiend’s Divine Light crashed into the Yin-Yang Mill, causing the black and white mill to spin. The spiral of black and white swallowed the Blood Fiend’s Divine Light and ground it into nothingness.
Despite not knowing what the mill in front of him was or what the black and white spiral represented, the Blood God instinctively knew he needed to put as much distance between himself and this thing. Just as he was preparing to use a hidden technique to escape, the black and white spiral became even larger, its suction power intensified, and countless invisible hooks seemed to appear in the air, dragging every inch of the Blood God into the spiral.
Explode!” Without a second thought, the Blood God exploded half of its body, hoping to break free from the black and white spiral’s grip. However, the moment it exploded, the spiral’s suction increased dramatically and sucked him in, wrapping him inside the Yin-Yang Mill.
Once the Blood God was engulfed, the Yin-Yang Mill ceased spinning, and the black and white spirals dispersed.. The trapped Blood God saw Tang Luo lifting the massive mill, flying towards the underground palace, and even heard him say, “Dear Demon King, would you like to have a chat with us now?”