“Old Yun, in your current state, can you exchange a few moves with a Quasi-Emperor?”
Mo Tianxiao asked Old Yun. He didn’t have any methods on him to contend with a Quasi-Emperor.
Unless he called his master—but this place was separated from the Demon State by who knew how far. Whether he could even reach his master was uncertain. Even if his master came, it would likely be nothing more than a phantom of energy, not even an incarnation, and might not be enough to kill the Blood God.
Old Yun pondered for a moment and spoke up: “If it’s just a Quasi-Emperor’s divine soul, with this Soul Refining Formation and the three newly refined Saint King-level souls, I might be able to fight.”
“But the other party probably won’t take the risk of using their divine soul to directly seize a body. A mere Quasi-Emperor-level divine soul can’t defeat a Saint King realm expert.”
A Quasi-Emperor, after all, was still fundamentally at the Saint King realm—only having taken one extra step compared to other cultivators. Relying solely on a divine soul wasn’t enough to threaten a Saint King realm powerhouse with a physical body.
But a Quasi-Emperor with a physical body was a different story. Such an existence could crush ordinary Saint realm experts with overwhelming force.
Old Yun continued, “I suggest we don’t fight head-on. Escaping should be our primary goal.”
Mo Tianxiao wore a helpless expression. Of course, he wanted to slip away first, but he had no idea how to escape. When they arrived, Zhou Muxi had already made it clear that no one could leave without a guide.
So even if he wanted to flee, he’d at least need to bring someone who knew the way.
“We’ll take it step by step. Waiting here won’t solve anything. The Blood God probably already knows what happened here.”
Following the information he had obtained, Mo Tianxiao formed a hand seal, releasing spiritual energy. A swirling vortex appeared beside the seated bodies of the three.
Taking a deep breath, Mo Tianxiao stepped into the vortex.
The moment his body appeared in the previous palace, a snow-white hand pulled him aside.
“You’re finally out!” Zhou Muxi’s expression was tense.
Mo Tianxiao took in the scene inside the palace and realized he didn’t need to explain anything anymore.
The Blood God sat in the main seat, while four white figures encircled Zhou Muxi and her people, forming a tight blockade.
Mo Tianxiao’s eye twitched. “Hey, hey, hey—I just came here to broaden my horizons, not to die. Don’t drag me into this mess!”
“You actually survived and even took out the three core elders of the Blood God Palace. Interesting.”
The Blood God’s deep voice rang out. Behind his mask, his gaze fixed on Mo Tianxiao, filled with scrutiny.
Mo Tianxiao’s expression darkened. “The core elders you mentioned—are they your external avatars?”
“Hahahahaha! Not bad, not bad—you can even tell these people are my external avatars. This little girl is truly interesting.”
“Blood God! So this is how you control the Blood God Palace? Turning the previous generation’s Blood Sons into your avatars. Looks like you’ve had your eyes on us for a long time.”
Chen Fanzhu’s expression was grim. The middle-aged man from the Eastern Domain also stared at the Blood God with a look of caution.
“Blood God, you’ve hidden yourself too deeply—you’ve fooled us for this long,” said Lu Ye, the Eastern Domain’s Blood Son.
“I tell you, wouldn’t it be better to submit willingly? Among the three of you, only one will become the target of my possession. The other two will be refined into my external avatars. Rest assured—I will preserve your consciousness.
Unless I take direct control, you’ll be just like ordinary people, free to pursue the path of eternal life.”
“Making us your puppets forever and still dressing it up so nicely—this is the first time I’ve seen someone so shameless.”
Zhou Muxi shot back without restraint. Then she turned to Mo Tianxiao, her tone apologetic. “Sister Nan, I miscalculated this time and dragged you into it. I’m really sorry. If we make it out safely, I’ll find a way to make it up to you.”
Mo Tianxiao waved offhandedly. “Let’s talk about that after we get out. Escaping from this guy’s grasp won’t be easy.”
“Hahahahaha! You still want to escape?
Little girl, since you destroyed three of my external avatars, you four will take their place. Perfect—one for possession, three to refine into avatars. One more would be wasteful, one less would be incomplete. The four of you fit just right.”
The Blood God looked at Mo Tianxiao. “You little girl are truly fortunate. My requirements for external avatars are at least the Saint King realm, yet you, merely at the Tribulation Transcendence stage, are lucky enough to become my avatar—it’s the greatest honor of your life.”
Of course, the Blood God included Mo Tianxiao in the refining range because he valued their talent—someone capable of killing his three Saint King-level avatars with their divine soul was no ordinary character.
“I feel honored too. Then, esteemed Lord Blood God, is it possible to let this junior leave? I can bring you more suitable external avatars that I guarantee you’ll be satisfied with.”
Mo Tianxiao quietly retreated behind Zhou Muxi, his tone respectful. “I have a few elders with decent cultivation. If Lord Blood God doesn’t mind, I can call them over—then you can refine even more powerful external avatars.”
“Oh? Are you saying you have people backing you—threatening me?”
The Blood God pressed down on the armrest of his chair, leaning forward to look down at Mo Tianxiao. A terrifying pressure radiated from him.
“Do you think there’s anyone in this Xuanhuang Realm I fear?”
Zhou Muxi used her Saint Yuan power to shield Mo Tianxiao, neutralizing the Quasi-Emperor’s pressure.
Mo Tianxiao stuck his head out from behind Zhou Muxi, looking at the Blood God.
“Lord Blood God, you misunderstand. You’re a Quasi-Emperor—how could anyone threaten you? But if my elder finds out I’ve become your external avatar without a word, she might come looking for trouble.”
“This junior is just worried about Lord Blood God’s safety.”
The Blood God laughed heartily:
“Ridiculous! Worried about my safety? Chen Fanzhu, an executive of the Western Domain Blood God Palace and a core elder of the Great Thunderclap Temple.
Lu Ye, an executive of the Eastern Domain Blood God Palace and an elder of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion.
Zhou Muxi, an executive of the Central Divine Land Blood God Palace and the current leader of the Righteous Qi Sect.
The identities of these three are far above yours, a mere Tribulation Transcendence cultivator. Do you really think you can threaten me?”
“On my turf, even a fellow Quasi-Emperor has to bow their head!”
Even against another Quasi-Emperor, the Blood God was fully confident. No one could beat him at the same realm!
With the Blood Concealment Art alone—an unranked secret technique—he was invincible among his peers!
Hearing the Blood God’s words, Mo Tianxiao’s heart sank.
Judging by that tone, even throwing out his backing seemed useless—this guy wouldn’t even give face to a Quasi-Emperor.
Zhou Muxi frowned, flipping her hand to reveal a fist-sized royal seal. It emitted a faint golden light, with the faint sound of a dragon’s roar emanating from within.
“Today, I’d like to see just how strong a Quasi-Emperor really is!”
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