"In all of the Xuanhuang Realm, as long as I don't wish to die, no one can kill me."
The Blood God's figure appeared beneath the Blood Moon, clad in a black robe and mask, unmistakably a boss-level enemy.
He looked down at Zhou Muxi and the others below, his tone dripping with contempt. "Use whatever tricks you have, don't say I didn't give you a chance."
Zhou Muxi furrowed her brows. "Blood God, do you truly intend to wipe us out? Aren't you afraid my father will hunt you down?"
"Hahahaha! Kill me? There are plenty who want me dead. Do you think I care? Or do you actually believe the Zhou King could threaten my life?"
The Blood God showed no respect for any other quasi-emperors. Since his end was already approaching, why would he care about making enemies of other quasi-emperors? Even if every quasi-emperor in the world stood against him, so what? As fellow quasi-emperors, if he couldn't win, he could still flee.
With his Blood Hiding Art, he was practically invincible in the Xuanhuang Realm. Add to that his mastery of the Law of Killing, which gave him terrifying combat power, and ordinary quasi-emperors were no match for him.
"Since you're not afraid, why don't you let us go so we can call someone to deal with you? Picking on younger generation—where's the honor in that?" Huang Xiaoyao taunted.
The Blood God was clearly not falling for such a cheap provocation. He waved his hand, and the four divine avatars beside him launched an attack at the group.
Zhou Muxi didn't choose to fight them head-on. Instead, she immediately activated the Jade Seal, forming a sturdy barrier to protect everyone.
Engaging a quasi-emperor in a direct battle was not wise. As long as she could stall until her father found them, that would be enough.
"Back to this turtle shell, are we?" The Blood God's eyes gleamed with amusement.
With seven saint-level cultivators jointly powering the fate treasure, it would indeed take the Blood God considerable time to break through their defenses.
However, things always seemed to take a turn for the worse.
"Slap!!"
Two figures struck swiftly, their full-force attacks slamming into Zhou Muxi and Uncle Li's backs.
"Pfft!"
Both were instantly gravely wounded, spitting out mouthfuls of blood. The golden dragon barrier flickered violently, on the verge of collapsing.
"What the hell have you two bastards done!?"
The others reacted in disbelief, staring at Chen Fanzhu and Lu Ye. They quickly moved Zhou Muxi and Uncle Li—both Saint King-level cultivators—to the center, glaring at the other two Blood Sons.
A twisted grin spread across Chen Fanzhu's face. "Done? Didn't you see? Oh, right, we forgot to introduce ourselves. We're actually divine avatars of Lord Blood God. We've just been playing along with you all along."
"Surprised? Shocked?"
"Despair? Do you feel the pain of betrayal? You really thought you could escape? Don't dream on! From the moment you set foot here, your fate was sealed!"
Their ugly laughter made everyone's faces turn grim.
"You bald son of a bitch! I knew you were bad news from the start!" Ao Dalong cursed loudly.
From the moment he spotted the bald monk entering this place, he had a feeling the guy wasn't to be trusted. But given the complexity of the situation, he hadn't spoken up. Now, this dirty bastard had stabbed them in the back at the critical moment.
Mo Tianxiao stepped forward to check on Zhou Muxi and Uncle Li, handing them two pills. "Muxi, are you alright?"
Zhou Muxi's face was pale, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, a bitter smile on her lips. "The old fox is still cunning. It seems I wasn't prepared enough."
"Don't talk like that. It's not over yet. Take the healing pills."
Mo Tianxiao lightly raised his fingers, and the two pills flew into their mouths.
A flicker of unwillingness crossed Zhou Muxi's eyes as she swallowed the pill, preparing to make a final stand.
"Hmm?"
"Is this a saint-level pill?"
The moment she swallowed, surging medicinal power rushed through her limbs and bones. Her wounds healed at an astonishing speed, and both she and Uncle Li looked surprised.
"Sister Nan, could you already be a saint-level alchemist?"
Mo Tianxiao waved his hand. "Muxi, keep the treasure stable. This isn't the time for discussion. Let's deal with these two traitors first."
He turned his gaze to Chen Fanzhu and Lu Ye, his eyes hardening. "You two, do you think latching onto the Blood God will let you live a life of survival?"
"Let me make it clear: even if all of us die here today, you two will come with us as collateral!"
Earlier, he hadn't checked their identities carefully, and this oversight had planted such a hidden danger—it irritated him.
"Hahahaha! Just the bunch of you?"
The four Saint King-level divine avatars outside kept attacking the golden dragon barrier, preventing Zhou Muxi and the others from making a full move. The only ones able to act were Mo Tianxiao, Huang Xiaoyao, and Yun Sangyi—three who hadn't even reached the saint level.
The Blood God's eyes were mocking. "I love watching you struggle and despair. You feel nothing but hatred and helplessness."
"Below the emperor realm, all are ants. How weak you are."
"The fun's over. Go on, break open that turtle shell. Don't damage their bodies, though—I don't want a flawed divine avatar. Flawed ones only make good puppets."
At this, Chen Fanzhu and Lu Ye charged at Ao Dalong and the others maintaining the treasure. "Accept your fate, weak little ants!"
"You're nothing but pitiful wretches enslaved by blood magic—what divine avatars?" Mo Tianxiao stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Huang Xiaoyao.
"Brother Tianxiao, one each?"
"Xiaoyao, can the trump card Uncle Phoenix left you kill the Blood God?" Mo Tianxiao asked.
Huang Xiaoyao shook her head. "Dad's trick is about the same as Muxi's. It can hold off the Blood God for a while, but it's a one-time use. Probably won't be able to kill him."
"But dealing with these two is more than enough."
Mo Tianxiao stepped forward. "In that case, let me handle them. Save your trick—don't waste it on these two. We might need you to buy us time when it really counts."
The Human Emperor Banner appeared in his hand. Without hesitation, Mo Tianxiao activated the Soul Refining Formation, enveloping everyone within the golden dragon barrier, including Chen Fanzhu and Lu Ye.
"Hehehehehe...!"
"Which clueless fool dares to anger the boss!"
A sea of countless vengeful spirits appeared before the group for the first time, sending chills down the spines of everyone present, even the Blood God on his high platform.
"Is that... an emperor-level remnant soul!?"
The Blood God's eyes widened as he stared at Old Yun, shock surging in his heart.
"You actually have something like this! Hahahahaha! No wonder those three divine avatars of mine fell to you! So that's it! So that's it!"
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