Ancestor Minghe let out a sinister laugh. Wrapped in blood mist that filled the sky, he completely surrounded Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan. "Hahaha... Xuanyuan Boy, this is the Blood God Son Great Technique kept at the bottom of my arsenal! No matter how many times you cut me down, as long as even a thread of blood aura remains, I can reconstruct my true form. Today, you can forget about breaking me in the slightest!"
Before his voice faded, countless Blood God Sons surged forth like a scarlet tide, pouncing in unison. Their momentum was like thunder smashing mountains, and a foul wind struck his face.
Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan's pupils contracted. The Xuanyuan Sword in his hand swept out violently, and Sword Light erupted like a Golden Peng skimming the sky or a frosty moon cleaving clouds. Vast sword energy swept across the Eight Extremes. Wherever it passed, Blood Shadows exploded one after another, scattering into blood mist that filled the sky.
Yet before the blood mist could even touch the ground, it buzzed and gathered together again, reforming into human shapes. Ancestor Minghe's cold laughter resounded from every direction in the void. "Ha... Xuanyuan, even if you cut faster, you still can't sever the root of the Blood Sea! With your meager cultivation, you couldn't even harm a single hair on my head. Why not save your strength?"
Indeed, This Technique was practically heaven-defying. Aside from a Saint personally descending, no one beneath the heavens could truly kill Minghe. Unless all the power of the Primordial World was exhausted to evaporate and burn away the entire Blood Sea, he would remain an undying body.
Ancestor Minghe's expression darkened, but a sinister smile curled at the corner of his lips. "You're breathing so hard. It's my turn to attack!" Before he