"This is... a Qi Fortune Sacred Artifact!"
Blood God’s pupils contracted as he fixed his gaze on the jade seal in Zhou Muxi’s hand, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
"You really are connected to the Great Zhou Dynasty. Even the Qi Fortune Sacred Artifact that suppresses the dynasty is on you. It seems my earlier suspicions were correct."
"Zhou Muxi, you’ve been hiding deep."
A killer raised from childhood by the Blood God Palace, yet she turned out to be a member of the Great Zhou royal family. If this was a scheme, then the plan had been laid far too early.
Zhou Muxi chuckled softly. "It’s not really hiding. I just disguised myself a little."
She hadn’t even changed her name—how could that be considered hiding?
Blood God’s gaze grew contemptuous. "You think a Qi Fortune Sacred Artifact can stop me? The Great Zhou’s fortune has long since declined. At most, this artifact now equals a Quasi-Emperor Weapon."
"And a mere Quasi-Emperor Weapon won’t be enough to let you escape safely."
"ROAR!!"
"Who dares to lay a hand on my big brother!"
At that moment, a piercing dragon roar echoed as a massive serpentine body crashed straight in, instantly triggering the defensive mechanisms of the formation. However, the formation held for only a few seconds before the charging group shattered it, and several figures appeared within the hall.
It was Uncle Li, whom Zhou Muxi had notified earlier, along with Ao Dalong and the others.
"Boss! We’re here!"
Ao Dalong glared furiously at Blood God on the high platform and barked, "So you’re the one after my boss? You looking for death?"
"Hahaha! Interesting. A holy-level flood dragon—perfect, I’ve been needing a mount."
A flicker of delight passed through Blood God’s eyes. "Zhou Muxi, Zhou Muxi. And this Elder Li is also one of your people, isn’t he? A pity I didn’t refine you into an incarnation back then. That was my mistake."
The old man Zhou Muxi called Uncle Li clasped his hands and said, "Back then, I was only at the Saint Realm. It’s only natural Lord Blood God didn’t think much of me."
"Heh, that was then. Now that you’ve stepped into the Saint King Realm, it’s not too late for me to refine you into an incarnation."
"Little girl, you’re in luck. You won’t have to be turned into my incarnation."
"But..."
Blood God turned his gaze to Mo Tianxiao, then to Huang Xiaoyao and Yun Sangyi, who had arrived behind him.
"You two have decent faces. Stay by my side as maids. As for Zhou Muxi, since you have the best talent among these three blood disciples, you shall become me!"
With that, Blood God’s figure vanished from the throne.
Zhou Muxi’s hair stood on end. She felt a great threat and shouted, "Everyone, gather around me!"
The next instant, the jade seal in her hand erupted with waves of dragon roars. Several golden dragons condensed into energy and coiled around the group to protect them.
Boom!
Outside, a massive blood-red hand slammed into the golden dragons. In an instant, cracks spread across their bodies.
Zhou Muxi frowned. "Everyone, strike together! Channel power into the artifact!"
At her command, Uncle Li and the two Saint Realm experts Zhou Muxi had brought with her unleashed their power simultaneously. Ao Dalong, shocked at the sight of the golden dragons—though they weren’t true dragons—was still visibly excited as he joined in pouring his full strength into the artifact.
Chen Fanzhu and Lu Ye exchanged glances before also channeling their holy energy into it.
ROAR—!!
The jade seal burst into blinding golden light. Waves of dragon roars thundered as dozens of golden dragons surged forth, baring claws and flashing fierce eyes.
Unable to locate Blood God himself, they charged directly at his four Saint King-level incarnations.
"Form a battle formation!"
Facing a Qi Fortune Sacred Artifact powered by seven Saint Realm experts, even a Saint King stronghold risked bleeding out on the spot if caught off guard.
The four incarnations quickly formed a combined formation, jointly resisting the golden dragons’ assault, while Blood God lurked in the shadows, searching for weaknesses. Each time he struck, he aimed at the dragons’ vital points, shattering them. However, the broken dragons instantly reformed as if there were no end to them.
"As expected of a Qi Fortune Sacred Artifact—truly troublesome!"
Even Blood God, hidden in the shadows, furrowed his brow.
"Legend has it that this jade seal was forged by the Great Zhou Dynasty’s founding emperor before his ascension, capable of gathering the nation’s fortune. At its peak, a single full-powered strike could even kill an Emperor-level expert. I wonder if that’s true."
Hearing Blood God’s words, Zhou Muxi grinned. "You’ve got some knowledge. If you’re not careful, a mighty quasi-emperor like you might just fall here today!"
"This little seal is that powerful!"
Mo Tianxiao was stunned, then joy rose in his heart. "Then we might have a chance."
"You idiot, how do you always get dragged into fights like this? Even a quasi-emperor is after us. Can we really escape?"
Yun Sangyi’s expression was tense, mixed with helplessness.
"So why did you two follow me in? Wouldn’t it have been better to call for backup outside?"
Mo Tianxiao felt even more exasperated. He’d hoped Huang Xiaoyao and Yun Sangyi would summon reinforcements, but these two had been bold enough to come along instead.
"We’re here to fight alongside Tianxiao-gege! I won’t abandon him!"
Huang Xiaoyao sent a telepathic message to Mo Tianxiao, her small hands clenched into fists, her face full of determination.
Yun Sangyi scratched his head. "They all charged in. Staying outside alone didn’t seem right either, so I figured I’d come along. And besides, you’re not going to die that easily, are you?"
"You guys are pretty loyal. Good thing Muxi-jie was prepared. Otherwise, this might have really been a disaster."
"Hahahaha! Zhou Muxi, do you still think the Great Zhou Dynasty is what it once was? This realm’s Heavenly Dao is weakening to the point it can’t even accommodate Emperor-level experts. Your Great Zhou has fallen so far—can this seal still unleash the might it had in ancient times?"
"Stop putting up futile resistance. Hand over your body and let me live on in your place!"
"You wish."
Zhou Muxi clicked her tongue and shouted loudly, "Center on me! Prepare to retreat!"
Fighting Blood God here was to their disadvantage. Only by leaving this place could they hope to contact the outside world.
As Zhou Muxi’s words fell, the group gathered around her, maintaining the Qi Fortune Sacred Artifact, and began to withdraw from the hall. But the moment they stepped outside, the great formation covering the Blood God Palace activated fully, sealing all exits.
Blood God’s figure appeared in the void. He slowly raised his hand and tore at the sky. A blood-red moon descended from the heavens, hanging above the palace. Its blood-colored light bathed everyone.
"Don’t think about running. If you want to survive intact, you have only two choices: one, submit to me and live on as my incarnations; the other, kill me..."
"Clearly, you cannot achieve the second. Zhou Muxi, you underestimate the gap between a quasi-emperor and an ordinary Saint King. You think possessing a Qi Fortune Sacred Artifact is enough to stand against me?"
"All this is only because I don’t wish to harm you."
Blood God slowly raised his hand, and an ordinary-looking dagger appeared in his grip. "The reason a quasi-emperor is distinguished from a Saint King peak is that we have already grasped the power of laws..."
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