Stopping Bloodshed with Bloodshed

The next day.

On a mountain road leading back towards Wu Mountain.

A dark red figure hurried slowly towards the distance along the mountain road.

He walked leisurely, as if strolling in the woods, yet each step easily covered several meters.

It gives people the illusion that it is not fast, but in fact it is not slow.

This is the everyday application of the Breaking Limit Skill: Shrink Step.

By this point, Zhang Rongfang's physical recovery and strength were sufficient for him to use the Breaking Limit Skill casually while walking.

Even though it's just a reduced intensity application, you can still see how terrifying his physical abilities are at this moment.

A short while later, Zhang Rongfang suddenly stopped, feeling that the time was almost up, and closed his eyes, standing still.

The Attribute Panel popped up automatically, and his gaze fell on the column of Available Attributes.

There, new changes are slowly emerging.

The original 99 attribute points gradually blurred and then turned into 100. "It's done!" Zhang Rongfang showed a hint of joy.

If he wasn't mistaken, this Trait Talent might be able to push his overall strength to another level.

At his level, some ordinary Trait Talent don't actually help much with overall strength.

Aside from increasing the diversity of methods and improving the overall completeness of bloodlines, it serves no other purpose.

But this time it's different.

Standing there abruptly, Zhang Rongfang suddenly moved his feet, his body leaping into the air towards the right side of the mountain wall. He tapped the mountain wall several times and landed lightly under the canopy of a large tree, concealing himself.

Then, he took a deep breath and looked at the Attribute Panel for the health points.

"What are you doing?" White Scale asked, puzzled. She didn't know why he had suddenly stopped moving.

"Weren't you going to the summit of the snow-capped mountain to find Secret Teaching? You suddenly came down the mountain saying you weren't going anymore, and now you've suddenly stopped?"

She felt worried, wondering if this guy was really about to enter the Extreme Realm, since the Extreme Realm was full of people with terminal mental illnesses.

No God Worshipping, isn't the only thing left to do to reach the Extreme Realm?

"It's nothing, I just suddenly had some insights into martial arts." Zhang Rongfang replied calmly, then controlled the Civilian Skill in his mind to condense into Round Ball, severing the connection with all the Remnant God.

Before White Scale could ask any further questions, the conversation suddenly went silent.

The surroundings immediately fell completely silent.

Without hesitation, Zhang Rongfang added all his Attribute Points to his Life Attribute.

Whoosh! Attribute Points dropped rapidly, while health points increased rapidly.

His health points quickly stopped at 1130.

An invisible Warm Current began to surge in Zhang Rongfang's chest, swirling and rotating like a small snake, forming a ring.

The ring rotated faster and faster, getting hotter and hotter.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Boom!!

In an instant, the ring exploded, turning into a storm of Warm Current that spread throughout Zhang Rongfang's body.

He shuddered violently and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood that fell to the ground made a hissing, corrosive sound; instead of being collected, it evaporated and disappeared.

It looked as if it had been rapidly heated and burned by some kind of high heat.

Zhang Rongfang's entire body skin began to turn bright red, like a cooked shrimp. And the skin between his eyebrows began to slowly twitch.

His brows furrowed slowly, forming a deep frown.

Then the word Sichuan protruded again, forming an oval-shaped depression.

Hiss. From the crater, a large amount of blood-red liquid began to secrete, resembling blood but thicker.

The liquid accumulates, yet it adheres to the pit and doesn't fall down.

Zhang Rongfang stood quietly with his eyes closed, as if enduring immense pain.

Time slowly passed.

Finally.

The pit between his eyebrows was slowly filled with more and more bloody liquid.

Meanwhile, all the blood-red liquid began to evaporate and lose moisture under the high heat.

Soon, a blood-red vertical eye appeared between Zhang Rongfang's eyebrows. That vertical eye was not made of soft material, but of hard crystal.

He closed his eyes and looked at the Trait Talent in the Attribute Panel again.

Sure enough, in the list of Blood Ancestor's subsequent abilities, he found a newly emerged Trait Talent — Steel Skin.

'It seems to have worked.' Zhang Rongfang gently reached out and tapped his arm.

Ding ding.

The two crisp sounds made him feel as if he had struck steel.

'It truly has Steel Skin. I just wonder about its exact strength.'

However, according to the arrangement of the Blood Clan Progenitor's abilities, this ability can be said to be one of the key points in the overall combat power structure.

So it shouldn't be too weak.

Zhang Rongfang thought for a moment, then suddenly delivered a palm strike, slashing hard at his own arm.

Thump!

Amidst a crisp, loud impact.

He used at least 50% of his strength in that move.

Large patches of dark red cracks appeared on the skin of his left arm, making it look like porcelain, as if it might break at any moment.

But soon, the rapid healing ability made these cracks disappear quickly, as if they had never existed.

Being able to withstand at least 50% of his normal full strength made Zhang Rongfang's lips curl into a slight smile, and he felt satisfied.

This was just the beginning. Soon, the crystal between his eyebrows dissipated, and Zhang Rongfang completely returned to normal. His skin and flesh also regained their original softness.

"What did you just do? Why did you suddenly lose contact?!" White Scale was a little confused when he reconnected.

"It's nothing. I just had a sudden realization and went into seclusion for a while. I disconnected just to avoid being bothered by you," Zhang Rongfang explained.

"Alright. To still be able to gain insights at your current level is truly a genius," White Scale exclaimed. She had no doubts; it seemed he really had eaten too much pig brains.

"Let's go." Zhang Rongfang lightly leaped down, his body floating upwards once more.

The more abilities he had, the more careful he became to avoid Civilian Skill's Spirit Core Round Ball, so as not to let the Remnant God behind him notice.

It now seems that parasitizing Gods and Buddhas can indeed achieve the goal of using their power to resist external divine oppression.

But all of this was ultimately just leveraging external forces; his own will and spirit were actually not very strong.

So, the next step is to check if there are any Trait Talent that enhance mental will.

Otherwise, you'll have to figure it out yourself.

*** He Country Headquarters of the Mo Sang Sect.

Boom! Clusters of flames exploded on the massive, dark green building.

Those were shells fired by the surrounding artillery positions.

These shells were filled with gunpowder, and would explode upon violent impact.

Although its power is far less than that of the artillery shells in Zhang Rongfang's previous life in modern society, it is already an extremely advanced and powerful weapon in this era.

Round after round of artillery fire shattered the dark green building's exterior walls, sending rubble and bricks flying everywhere. But strangely, the building just wouldn't completely collapse.

Whoosh! A whole bunch of rockets, all covered with Fire Oil, flew out like red meteors in the sky, landing in the Woodland surrounding the headquarters of the Mo Sang Sect.

The fire had already started, turning the surrounding area a fiery red.

Outside the flames was a cleared area that had been completely cleared, serving as a firebreak.

Further out, there were rings of He Country troops.

King Mu Li, Daoist Hong Xian General Feng, and General Feng, the three supreme commanders, were standing on a high place, gazing at the massive building from afar.

"Has the Dao Lord informed the Ancestor?" King Mu Li's eyes blazed with fervor, clearly eager for the arrival of the Blood Immortal Old Ancestor.

He had already become strong and powerful because of the Blood Immortal Path, and his martial arts skills had far surpassed his previous limits.

As a member of the Royal Bloodline, he was not allowed to Worship God, so his only hope lay in martial arts.

Becoming a fool or madman like Extreme Realm is not what he wants.

So the only truly best option is actually the Blood Immortal Path.

This special Great Way, with its super-strong self-healing ability and ability to extend lifespan, almost fulfilled all his desires in seeking immortality and enlightenment.

Aside from the fact that living off blood seems a bit odd, there's nothing wrong with it.

Even if one lives off blood, other animals can be used instead.

For example, pigs, cattle, sheep, and deer.

He now feeds on deer Tiger Blood, supplemented by other foods.

"Your Prince need not worry, the Ancestor should have already set off and is probably on his way now," said Daoist Hong Xian confidently. "The Blood Immortal Old Ancestor's abilities far surpass those of this General Feng. Even General Feng at his peak would be no match for him. After all, Your Prince should understand that even those of us who are outside the secular world, who aim for immortality, are not immune to encountering wild beasts in the mountains and natural disasters or man-made calamities."

Therefore, necessary military force is also available; this is the power to Protecting the Dao.

"I understand, but it's a pity I couldn't see your face sooner. If I could get even a little bit of knowledge from you under the tutelage of the Ancestor, perhaps..." Xiao Wang King Mu Li said expectantly.

"That depends on whether Your Prince is sincere enough," said the Daoist Hong Xian with a smile.

General Feng, standing to the side, disagreed.

"Your Prince, I have already informed the Ling Ting about the situation here. It is more prudent to wait for their support. As long as we continue to use this to buy time..."

"General, you are mistaken. In the past, we might have been able to provide assistance, but now, the Ling Ting is too busy to even quell the turmoil within its Suzerain State. How could it possibly have the strength to care about us?" Daoist Hong Xian shook his head slightly.

King Mu Li knew this was true, sighed, and was about to speak again.

Boom!!

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard in the distance.

The windows of the dark green building suddenly shattered one by one.

One after another, figures charged out fearlessly. Ignoring the falling rockets and shells, these figures charged straight at the He Country troops surrounding them from all sides.

Some of their bodies were instantly set ablaze, but the flames only burned their clothes and did not harm their bodies.

Some were instantly destroyed by the shells, but their flesh and blood quickly coalesced automatically in a cluster of Silver Thread, restoring their bodies.

"The spirit guards of the worshiping gods have emerged!" King Muli said in a deep voice.

"General, shall we go together?" Daoist Hong Xian looked at General Feng.

The latter snorted coldly. He didn't believe that the Blood Immortal Old Ancestor could arrive in time to reverse the situation. This Daoist Hong Xian only had this much ability. The ancestor behind him was probably at most Great Grandmaster.

Fortunately, he didn't refute the sarcasm. At this time, having an additional Great Grandmaster combat power would increase the chances of victory.

This Mo Sang Sect is really too troublesome. Even if the situation is bad, more people can protect the Prince's safety.

His true hope still rested on the Ling Ting.

Without saying a word, the two simultaneously raised their hands and set off fireworks.

With two loud thuds, the Blood Descendant of the Blood Immortal Path, along with the Earth Mother Spirit Guard and Spirit Vein Generals under General Feng, rushed out of the army to greet these Worship God of the Mo Sang Sect.

The moment the two sides made contact, they fought a bloody and chaotic battle, with Spirit Thread flying everywhere.

"A bunch of chickens and dogs!" In the headquarters of the Mo Sang Sect, the tall man with three tails from last time slowly walked out again.

Its five-meter-tall body exudes a mysterious beauty of golden ratio under the sunlight.

"I am Xing Tong, who dares to challenge me!?"

The man roared.

He's issuing a challenge.