Second Divine Blood

Drip. Drip.

Dark crimson blood slid down drop by drop, splashing onto the girl's wrist and painting bizarre blood blossoms against her fair, radiant skin.

The Gu Realm, once devoid of sunlight, now blazed with divine radiance. The black mist rapidly dissipated like melting ice and snow. That mist had been formed from all the Dou Qi Hun Feng had exhausted, drawing upon the Gu Realm's thirty-six blood pools to forge what was known as the strongest Bloodline Power, surpassing even the Innate Divine Grade.

The place where Hun Ruoruo stood became an absolutely pure domain.

Here, even the Acquired Divine Grade would be a blasphemy not permitted to exist!

A fierce wind swept through the girl's hair. She raised her head and quietly watched the countless Saintly faces in the sky. The Saintly might that seemed born to answer a calamity was undoubtedly the most terrifying and oppressive killing intent she had ever sensed in her life.

Yet there was not the slightest fear on her face.

Instead, a strange sensation arose from the depths of her bloodline.

"Old bastard."

Hun Ruoruo suddenly let out a long breath.

Without even sparing Hun Feng a glance, she fixed an icy gaze on one of the aged Saintly faces, her every word piercing to the bone. "You think you can scheme against me? You're worthy of that?!"

As her words fell, the last drop of crimson blood in the jade bottle also fell. The gruesome scar on the girl's wrist seemed to come alive, its flesh writhing before turning into smooth, unblemished skin.

All her scars healed at that moment. A column of violet-gold light shot into the sky, actually breaking through the Gu Realm's seal and piercing straight into the city within the Soul Realm!

For a moment, mountains shook,