Chapter 271 - Unmatched Divine Arrow
The Martial King is coughing out blood?
On the ground, Shi Yuan and the others’ faces became deathly white when they saw this. All of them were frightened badly. Just what level of power did the Great Demonic God reach? He was actually able to harm the Martial King?!
Each and every one of them felt the hairs on their body stand up straight. A chill ran through their bodies all the way from head to toe. When the Martial King first appeared, they were hoping that he would suppress Grandpa Fifteen for their sake, yet they never would have thought that this would be the result.
In the distance, the experts from various clans sucked in cold breaths of air. The Great Demonic God was ridiculously powerful! It made everyone horrified. After leaving for more than ten years, he came back to stir up the capital again.
The Martial King was shaken until he spat out blood from his mouth. However, he did not back up but instead smiled. The blood from his mouth actually began to increasingly spread out, turning into a lake of blood.
His eyes were extremely chilly. Even though there was a smile on his lips, his expression was ice cold. His two hands joined together, and with a honglong sound, the lake of blood swept towards Grandpa Fifteen.
Everyone was shocked. This was a divine ability! It was just a mouthful of blood, yet it turned into a lake of dense symbols. Did this mean that a single drop of his blood was enough to kill a large mass of people?
Grandpa Fifteen remained fearless as he slapped forward. A true wave of blood engulfed the skies as it surged, smashing apart this lake of blood.
The Martial King’s gaze became increasingly cold. His two arms waved about, causing a large expanse of blood to once again surge. This time, it rushed out with even more ferocity. The symbols were absolutely dazzling, carrying with it waves of fierce killing intent as it submerged Grandpa Fifteen.
This time, the torrential wave of blood surged endlessly. It drew in essence energy from all directions to refine Grandpa Fifteen.
The Great Demonic God released an ice cold snort. His remaining arm lit up, and with a hong sound, he created a huge cauldron out of symbols. Its power was released, collecting the endless blood inside before sitting down to refine it.
“This is a pot of precious flesh medicine. Who wants some?” Grandpa Fifteen spoke.
The contents of the cauldron began to boil, and the lake of blood was completely evaporating into a single pellet. Scarlet multicolored light was released, and essence energy flowed about freely.
The Martial King’s expression became even colder. The opponent was ridiculing him at this point. He truly did not expect to be wounded today, because never did he foresee that his opponent would be so powerful.
“Old Fifteen, you really are great!” The Martial King shouted this sentence.
It was as if a mountain torrent was pouring out as the tremendous and oppressive noise rang out, traveling into the distance. Above the Martial King’s head, the greenish rust on the copper furnace quickly began to peel off.
Beautiful and life-like golden crows appeared one after another on top of the cauldron. It made it appear even more massive and beautiful.
The precious furnace revealed its true body. Flames burned vigorously within, and mysterious ancient symbols swarmed about its exterior. It was as if it possessed life when it erupted at this moment.
A huge explosion sounded. The furnace shone so brilliantly that even the sun in the sky seemed pale in comparison. The copper furnace was sparkling and translucent, no longer seeming plain like before. It had its own life force
