Divine Palace.
Inside the hall.
Luo Tianfeng was in high spirits.
At last, he had made the child stand on his side.
More importantly, Luo Manping had sent over two more Saint corpses: King Lin, one of the Ten Great Dharma Kings, and Murong Jing, foremost among Luo Tianpeng's Four Hall Masters.
Together with Luo Tianxiao, one of the Four Hall Masters slain by Aunt Cui.
As long as he could refine them, he would be able to recover his former strength.
Blood-Refining Devil Scripture!
Luo Tianfeng circulated the devil scripture and refined battle-blood.
The spiritual aura of his youthful body grew ever more powerful.
Originally, he could only wield the strength of a Lesser Saint. Now, he had essentially recovered to the level of Refining the False. It was only a pity that Murong Jing was not a member of the Asura clan. Otherwise, the effect would have been even better.
Two hours earlier.
He had suddenly sensed the depletion of the mana within his body and had thought that Luo Manping and Tu Shan Jun had encountered a formidable foe. Who would have thought it was Murong Jing?
Luo Tianfeng had not been worried.
With Luo Manping's strength guarding the Soul Banner, and with Luo Manping and Tu Shan Jun joining forces, an ordinary Great Saint could not possibly have been their match.
It was merely that the mana consumption had been excessive.
He had no idea what sort of Daoist art Tu Shan Jun had used.
Luo Tianfeng did not pursue the matter. Seated cross-legged upon the throne, he mobilized his mana to refine the battle-blood.
Blood-red radiance from all eight directions flooded his great realm like an overturned sea pouring back.
The pressure of the great realm weighed upon him. His bones creaked and twisted, while