One more catty, one more attribute point-Chapter 504 - 421: Life Level, Blood Queen

Chapter 504: Chapter 421: Life Level, Blood Queen

For a moment, the Immortal Corpse King’s thoughts were a tangled mess.

He had tread on thin ice to get to where he was today, and he truly did not want to take such a great risk to end up failing so close to success.

Even though he felt helpless and frustrated, the Immortal Corpse King still chose to endure.

“Old coot, I’d like to see how long you can protect them,” the Immortal Corpse King snorted coldly, ultimately choosing not to fight to the death.

His figure flickered.

Transforming into a dark green streak of light, he quickly vanished into the horizon.

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“That direction…” King Qingyang first thanked the Longevity King for saving his life, then gazed far into the direction the Immortal Corpse King had left.

A chill ran through his heart; piecing together recent events, he rapidly deduced the Corpse King’s destination.

“Could he possibly be seeking revenge on my brother?” King Qingyang’s face was etched with worry.

“Rest assured,” the Longevity King, having returned to his senses, drew back the anomalies around him, appearing completely ordinary. He wore a smile and spoke softly to console.

“What do you mean?” asked King Qingyang, puzzled.

“That fellow is too arrogant for his own good. He’s probably walking into a trap and won’t return,” explained the Longevity King.

With profound spiritual depths and a master of many magic methods for seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster—

Even across the Mythical Battlefield.

The Longevity King could still sense the terrifying power brewing within the Blood Realm.

King Qingyang, with a look of surprise, realized that in just a few days, Su Heng had grown so strong? Recalling their past sparring in the Dragon Tomb World and the pact they had made, King Qingyang’s face fell into an expression of bewilderment.

With confusion, King Qingyang turned to look at the elder beside him.

However, the Longevity King clearly did not wish to discuss the matter further, merely smiling and nodding, “Just focus on healing your injuries.”

He pinched a magic formula.

With a turn of his body, he transformed into the yin and yang energies and abruptly disappeared from before King Qingyang.

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In the Blood Realm, within a burning village.

A fierce battle had just ended, the surrounding buildings collapsed, flames flickered, and the ground was littered with the shattered corpses of demons.

Zhao Zongwu, clad in golden armor and towering stature, cast a shadow in the roaring blaze.

He held a long spear in his hands.

The spear had pierced through the chest of a half-human, half-wolf demon before him.

This demon, with an especially strong aura, still struggled fiercely even as the spear tip had pierced through its heart.

Especially its eyes, blood-soaked, filled with almost overflowing hatred, it also emitted threatening growls from its mouth.

Pfft!

Ignoring his own injuries.

The muscles in his lower body burst with power, lunging forward, with a gaping mouth aiming straight for Zhao Zongwu’s throat.

Zhao Zongwu, not adorned with a helmet, with a rugged and aged face exposed to the turbid air of the Blood Realm. Confronting the Wolf Demon leader’s desperate strike, he did not dodge, his face exuding an expression of cold contempt.

Bang!

As a surge of power was channeled into the long spear.

The Wolf Demon’s body exploded with a bang, torn to pieces.

Its head, not yet resigned to death, with a mouthful of blood, narrowly grazed past Zhao Zongwu’s cheek, flying over his shoulder.

“The last one!” Zhao Zongwu gave the order, “Clean up this battlefield, take all the useful things back.”

“There are still a few little things left,” said Zhao Sheng’s slightly exhausted voice, suddenly coming from behind Zhao Zongwu.

The latter turned back.

And saw a simple wooden hut engulfed in flames.

He gave a meaningful glance; two Dragon Guards quickly stepped forward, grabbing the flaming beams of the hut with bare hands.

With a heave—following a “whooosh” sound—walls from both sides collapsed, dust flew into the air, revealing the scene inside.

A young, somewhat skinny Wolf Demon, hiding in a dark corner covered in dust, was trembling uncontrollably. Its face filled with terror, peering through the twisted air and floating dust, it saw giant figures in golden armor looming over it like monsters. The young Wolf Demon also cradled three furry cubs in its arms; judging from the curve of the puffed chest, it appeared to be a mother.

Seeing this scene.

Zhao Sheng stroked his chin and said, “How should we deal with them?”

His gaze fell upon the few cubs in the arms of the Wolf Demon, “These creatures could be raised, they might help to restore the ecology here.”

It seemed to understand the words of Zhao Sheng and the others, hearing that her children might survive, the Wolf Demon immediately showed an excited expression. She gently put down the three cubs, then lay on the ground, scraping out some shiny stones from the corner’s dust, kneeling down, her eyes damp with a pleading sheen.

“Trying to bribe us, quite spiritual,” Zhao Sheng said with a surprised smile on his face.

Zhao Zongwu, spear in hand, approached the mother and children. The scant light was fully obscured, leaving only a thick shadow and impenetrable armor visible in the Wolf Demon’s perspective.

She panted, awaiting judgment.

Then, a piercing pain shot through—her head spun wildly before coming to a heavy thud on the ground.

The three wolf cubs beneath him were first stunned, then went into a frenzied rage, struggling to tear at Zhao Zongwu’s calf.

Then they too fell into the blood-soaked ground.

Zhao Sheng smacked his lips, shrugged his shoulders, and his expression bore a hint of pity, “Was this really necessary?”

“Nothing is more important than our master’s orders,” Zhao Zongwu replied coldly and mercilessly, “The Blood Realm is indeed vast, but for our master, it is nothing more than an insignificant stepping stone. We need not think too far ahead.”

“Alright, you’re right,” Zhao Sheng sighed.

However, Zhao Zongwu had already turned and left. Soon after, a Dragon Guard arrived with storage equipment to collect the scattered remains on the ground.

Zhao Zongwu surveyed his surroundings, identified the direction, then took out a scroll map from his bosom. After confirming his next target, Zhao Zongwu was about to organize his troop and move on.

But at this moment, there came a violent trembling from the ground beneath his feet, as if an earthquake had struck.

Zhao Zongwu first paused, then as if realizing something, suddenly looked up, his brows furrowing deeply.

Off in the distance in the sky,

a massive volcano stood towering, its steep slopes piercing the clouds.

That volcano was the Taibola Volcano, known as “Doomsday” within the Blood Realm. As Su Heng entered a deep state of meditation, drawing heat and nutrients endlessly from the outside world, the volcano had also entered a dormant state, unnaturally quieting down. But now it seemed to awaken, raging into an unprecedented eruption.

Crimson magma mixed with towering smoke rose rapidly, filling the entire sky in the blink of an eye.

Thunder roared and lightning flashed, as dark clouds rolled.

Within the massive shroud of smoke that blotted out the sky, a large twisted creature slowly cast its shadow.

It was as vast as a creation-deity, its life force whipping up a tempest that enveloped the wilderness. Behind it, a pair of wings spread out to either side before drooping down from the dark clouds, and the heart region burst with terrifying radiance, as if a malformed sun had been embedded within.

The moment he appeared.

All Dragon Guards within the Blood Realm felt a resonance from deep within their bloodlines.

And Zhao Sheng, standing beside him, was so astonished he couldn’t utter a word, every cell in his body trembling uncontrollably.

He had never seen such a magnificent creature; it utterly oppressed him on a life level hierarchy. Much like ants in a deep trench gazing upon a dragon soaring through the skies, or like a frog emerging from a deep well beholding the shining sun for the first time.

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Deep within the Blood Realm’s space.

Of the five Pillar Gods, only the last two stood here.

Beneath their feet was a sticky pool of blood, and a fog enshrouded them, with vague outlines of towering mountains visible inside it.

Kagous held his scepter, his expression unusually solemn, his aura brought to a peak, his whole being even radiating a devout luster.

He looked at the person before him.

She was an armor-clad blonde girl with aquamarine pupils, well-proportioned, her fair face still bearing a childish air, appearing no older than sixteen or seventeen. However, her face carried an unconcern not fitting for her age. Her left hand was empty, while her right hand held an ordinary long sword.

Her slender wrist was relaxed, and thus the sword hung down loosely.

“According to the ancient laws passed down in the Blood Realm, when only the last Pillar God remains, they will receive a blessing, rising as the King of the World and garnering the favor of the primordial Blood River.”

Kagous spoke earnestly while scrutinizing the only human among the Pillar Gods, Blood Empress Lillith.

At first glance, her casual posture seemed riddled with openings.

But as he prepared to take action,

A feeling of extreme danger rose within him.

Kagous’ muscles tensed as he spoke in a low voice, “Under the witness of the Blood Realm Will, you and I will fight to the death here. The loser shall turn to dust, while the victor shall gain everything.”

“I understand,” Lillith’s hand brushed over her long sword, her eyes showing a tinge of pity.

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“Then so be it…”

Before Kagous could finish, he saw the girl before him suddenly look up.

She half-turned, gazing into the distant sky.

As if she had seen something incredible there, those light-gold eyebrows furrowed slightly, a hint of seriousness appearing on her usually gentle face.

“What are you doing?” Kagous followed her gaze, but saw nothing.

An unsettling feeling surged within him.

Lillith withdrew her gaze back to Kagous, then surprisingly, her face showed a trace of apology, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry, what do you mean?” Kagous’s face was alert.

“I had planned to wait until you believed you were about to have everything, and then kill you, granting a splendid death,” Lillith spoke gently, “but now, an accident has occurred, and I can only… give you a swift end.”

“Don’t be so presumptuous, mere human!” Even suspecting that this might be a provocation, when Lillith seriously uttered these words,

Kagous still felt rage boiling up.

But what followed…

Lillith’s figure suddenly flashed, vanishing from in front of him.

Kagous had not even the time to feel the horror, when he saw a splash of crimson blood flying out.

His perspective also spun, and he saw his own nose, lips, cleanly sliced skull, and the brain matter gushing out. It was not until his very eyes faced each other that Kagous finally realized what had just happened.

Swoosh!

Lillith’s wrist flicked lightly, and she spun her sword.

A bit of blood on the blade hence fell away, and behind her. Kagous, now split in half, “thudded” into the pool of blood.

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