The body beneath Delin’s purple crystal radiated threads of purple light.
Apart from the purple crystal, he appeared as a well-proportioned scholar in gray attire.
Standing alone now, the surrounding evil spirits all moved aside, clearing a path.
Delin began activating layers of the Extreme State of martial arts, causing his body to take on a bizarre shape.
One by one, sharp purple crystal spikes protruded out from his back.
His form gradually humped up, with his fingernails growing longer and sharper, becoming even more lethal.
His black hair swiftly extended, trailing on the ground.
"The rage stoked by the Blood King, you’ll be the one to bear it...."
He flexed his five fingers, and with a boom from his footstep, he tore through the air at a speed at least twice the speed of sound, creating a sonic boom, rushing towards the opponent.
’Final Solution.’
The Tiger Hunter brought his arms together in front.
’Celestial Roc at Dawn....’
A giant tearing sound resounded.
In an instant, countless dense arms sprouted from both sides of his body.
All the arms intertwined and entangled, forming a pair of gigantic wings over twenty meters long.
The wings flapped downwards, like a mountain falling, a meteor crashing down. Blocking out the light, they completely covered all of Delin’s attacking paths.
Delin was shocked, hurriedly initiating the final technique.
But it was still a step too slow.
BOOM!!!
A tremendous vibration exploded.
Delin spewed blood from his mouth, flying backwards like a cannonball.
His body was covered in rips and tears, and in the center of the purple crystal was a terrifying eye-shaped blood hole, almost tearing him in half from the middle.
"The power of the Blood King!?!" Ophelia suddenly stood up from the Evil Spirit Elephant’s shoulder, her expression grave.
But soon she realized something different.
"No.... not the Blood King, but a similar power...."
Gazing at the towering ten-meter-tall humanoid, for the first time, she felt the situation slipping out of control.
Initially, they thought only the Blood King in the Blood Alliance was worth cautioning, the others were not worth mentioning.
But now it seems....
"Young man, tell me your name." Ophelia, in her white dress, stared intently at the person opposite, speaking in a deep voice.
"Tiger Hunter."
Tiger Hunter advanced step by step.
"Celestial Roc Tiger Hunter."
He pointed his finger at Ophelia.
"I long for an opponent who can give me a satisfying battle.... So, please kill me, or be killed by me!"
"Interesting..... Is the Blood King certain I dare not kill you?" Ophelia laughed in exasperation.
She leaped down from the Evil Spirit Elephant with a jump.
Boom!
The ground burst into a crater, countless black sands splattering in all directions.
The sand and dust rose, yet to disperse, yet to fall.
Whoosh!!
Two shadows broke through the dust, rushing simultaneously towards each other.
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"Tiger Hunter is dead."
Inside Yuan City.
In a newly built tavern, Damir sat across from a petite and graceful woman.
The woman had a pure and lovely complexion, her upper body overly voluptuous, resting on the table. She seemed slightly bewildered, her gaze unfocused, lost in thought.
Suddenly hearing these words, she snapped back to attention.
"Who could kill the Celestial Roc???" she exclaimed, but quickly realized.
"That’s it, in this outer world domain, there are countless individuals with extraordinary powers, indeed many could slay him."
"Indeed, he has long sought only death, yearning all his life for someone with whom he could have a satisfying battle. Now it seems he has gotten what he wished for." Damir, who had now become part of the Bloodline, had not followed Zhang Rongfang, but instead taken the Blood Pool Mystic Spring route, with almost similar outcomes.
"I just don’t understand why the Imperial Tutor sent him knowing he was no match for Ophelia..." Damir was somewhat puzzled.
"Yes, why?" The Celestial Maiden nodded dazedly.
"What is it that you yearn for?" Damir looked at his disciple.
"I don’t know...." Tong Zhang felt even more confused.
"You are the Celestial Demon... following your desires, but your nature is not truly that of a Celestial Demon. Since you can’t genuinely follow your desires, you are destined to be stuck at this first stage." Damir sighed.
Following one’s desires.... how many can truly achieve that?
"Then, what should I do?" The Celestial Maiden’s goals had long since disappeared, and she had lost everything she once longed to achieve.
She didn’t know her reason for living, her purpose for existing. Thus she wandered aimlessly in the Great Spirit for a long time, until she saw the heavenly road leading straight to the sky.
"Go find the Imperial Tutor.... you and he ultimately have an initial bond. He might offer you answers." Damir sighed, knowing if Tong Zhang continued this way, she would head towards self-destruction.
Either break through the barrier to become a true Celestial Demon of debauchery and desire, or completely lose the meaning of life, bringing everything to an end.
"The Imperial Tutor...." Tong Zhang lowered her head, looking at the clear wine inside her glass, falling into silent thought.
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Human Immortal Cave.
In the rolling Blood Pool, the blood surged, as a fist-sized piece of flesh rapidly grew larger at a visible speed.
Soon, the flesh gradually formed into the shape of a robust male human.
A blood-striped tiger-patterned garment also appeared, draping over the figure.
Zhang Rongfang stood by the Blood Pool, watching the man slowly rise.
"You failed."
Slash!
The man abruptly opened his eyes, revealing a hint of confusion.
"Am I not dead?"
"You’re not dead." Zhang Rongfang looked at the bewildered Liehu, knowing that this guy hadn’t listened to him from the start.
Before setting out, he had mentioned that no matter how he fought, he wouldn’t die.
But obviously, this guy didn’t believe it.
He was just looking for an opponent to fight fiercely with.
Now he’s satisfied, but also dead.
"With me here, I will not die!" Zhang Rongfang raised his hands, the blood flames in his eyes leaping violently.
Liehu crawled out of the Blood Pool, standing at the edge, looking at his body that was exactly the same as before.
"I clearly felt like I was blown apart... but now, this body is?"
"Flowing within you is my blood, combined with the awakening of special bloodline abilities. As long as I’m here, you can infinitely resurrect. Unless someone forcibly seizes your god, that is, your soul." Zhang Rongfang replied.
"This... then can’t I just kill at will? Find anyone to fight with!?" Liehu’s eyes immediately brightened.
Fighting brings pleasure, but this kind of stimulation becomes increasingly unattainable as one crosses threshold after threshold.
This is the path Liehu took.
"Reviving you requires the consumption of essence blood. If you want to indulge in battles, remember to help me gather more supplements." Zhang Rongfang smiled.
"How do I collect them?"
"Kill them, your instincts will tell you how."
"Instincts?"
"The stronger the opponents you kill, the stronger you will become...." Zhang Rongfang murmured.
As a Celestial Lighter and a pinnacle powerhouse of the Extreme Realm Grandmaster, Liehu didn’t insist on walking his own path like Meng Qian.
Instead, he sought any way to become stronger, directly tapping into the easily accessible deep bloodline powers, obtaining several innate abilities from the Blood Race ancestor bloodline.
This included natural immense strength, steel-like skin, high-speed movement, and... the Sacred Bloodbody!
He proved that bloodline abilities can be inherited and activated, as long as one has the determination and potential to excavate them.
"Then can I kill you?" Liehu suddenly asked, staring intently at Zhang Rongfang.
Zhang Rongfang was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
"Both you and I originate from the same source. If you kill me... you will also die, and then you’ll forever lose the pleasure of limitless fighting."
"Besides, perhaps no one in this world can kill me anymore...." Zhang Rongfang said quietly.
As long as there’s a shred of flesh and blood, he can fully resurrect, and now his flesh and blood are scattered everywhere.
There’s some at the Eternal Palace, some at Yuan City, and even more throughout Great Spirit.
All Bloodline descendants bear it.
Even the entire vast sky and blood curtain of Yuan City are transformed by his flesh and blood.
This means that to kill him, all these flesh and blood cells must be destroyed in an instant.
Otherwise, he can keep resurrecting at any time.
Of course, if there’s an attack involving the soul, it would still be very dangerous.
But the Nine Phoenixes bloodline is gradually compensating and enhancing this defect.
"Go, do what you wish to do, I am here, always your strongest support."
With the awakened Sacred Bloodbody, Liehu himself had become a smaller version of Zhang Rongfang, possessing terrifyingly undead abilities.
Liehu cupped his fists towards him, turned, and walked towards the cave’s exit, disappearing into the blood mist in an instant.
Leaving Zhang Rongfang standing alone where he was.
"The covenant restrains me from devouring and growing stronger recklessly, am I now caught in my own cocoon?"
He suddenly thought of this.
It’s inconvenient for him to take action, and his subordinates can’t defeat the Three Kings and Ophelia.
Though he originally intended to test Liehu’s strength, encountering this problem was still somewhat troublesome.
’No... there’s still one place... I can continue to enhance my cultivation.’
The last Qi of the Five Qi towards Yuan, the Qi of Pity.
What is Pity? The heart of compassion.
This isn’t something that can be achieved by simply awakening one’s compassion. Rather, it’s about using the extreme of emotions to stimulate the body, strengthening certain parts of the flesh and spirit, pushing them to unprecedented heights.
So the so-called Five Qi, in fact, are the extreme experiences of five kinds of emotions.
"I hope time will bring everything."
Fortunately, everything is progressing steadily as planned.
The longer the time, the stronger he becomes, so... there’s no rush.
By the time the passage truly opens, whether it’s the Three Kings or Long, he’ll savor them slowly...
"Imperial Tutor, Fan Qianyu is here to visit." Suddenly a voice from outside the door came to report.
"Fan Qianyu?" Zhang Rongfang responded, a hint of satisfaction appearing on his face.
He knew it, the flesh and blood belonging to the Eternal Palace’s Sandra had been brought.
Acquiring a piece of flesh and blood only allowed him to simulate the other’s everything without change.
But killing an opponent could allow all the other’s powers to add to his own.
The former could only use the other’s abilities by simulating their body structure and other details.
The latter could freely combine, strengthen, or diminish them.
Before long, a figure in white entered the cave. He threw a box at Zhang Rongfang.
"Sandra was an insider at the Chana Tower; she has been executed by Di Mo and me." Fan Qianyu said in a deep voice.
Zhang Rongfang opened the box, looking at the head placed inside and a heart furnace glowing with a faint silver light.
He gently threw it into the side Blood Pool.
The blood water surged continuously, and before long, a new figure slowly emerged.
This person was all in black, tall, well-built, precisely Sandra who had just been killed.
"Some space furnaces, the newly acquired sorcery from the Moon Cluster?" Zhang Rongfang sensed the power of the Heart-Burning Furnace he had obtained.
These Heart-Burning Furnaces were indeed excellent, after direct ingestion, it equated to gaining an entire new capability.
Though many abilities overlapped, having a few useful ones was already worth it.
Just like now.
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Rongfang suddenly waved his hand.
Hiss.
A gray crack abruptly appeared in front of him.
That was the crack leading to Taoyuan.
This was the application of the newly acquired sorcery from the Moon Cluster.