Stopping Bloodshed with Bloodshed IV

General Feng snorted coldly, gritted his teeth, and took a step forward.

"I am here!!"

With a stomp of his foot, he suddenly swelled and grew larger, rapidly increasing in height from less than two meters to over four meters.

Two peculiar white bones, resembling blades, appeared below its arms. Silver Patterns, like nematodes, also appeared and moved on its body surface.

He had clearly started the Final Form.

Daoist Hong Xian also sighed and stepped forward.

"This humble Daoist priest has also come."

He knew that he couldn't defeat General Feng alone, so he had to desperately try to hold him back from the sidelines.

In reality, his restraint only relied on his fearlessness of death and serious injury, using blood to corrode and restrain his opponent.

If his blood hadn't inflicted significant damage on the opponent, he probably wouldn't have even been able to hold them back with his current strength.

After all, the gap between a Grandmaster and Spirit General is simply too great.

Without blood and Demon Weapon, the opponent can stand still and let you hit them, and you still can't break their defense.

Whoosh! Daoist Hong Xian's body also grew to a gigantic size, with Blood Lotus Blooming behind him, covering his entire body. At the same time, he unleashed his Final Form. His entire body began to secrete a grayish-white viscous liquid.

All the liquid rapidly covered the entire body, enveloping it and forming a full-body bone armor.

"Last time we fought hastily, this time, I will make you pay the price!" Daoist Hong Xian shouted.

"A pack of wild dogs, how could they know how brilliant and glorious the supreme power that our god has bestowed upon us is!" Xing Tong laughed loudly.

Unable to reach a consensus, the three of them took to the air again, like arrows released from a bow, and converged on a point in the middle of the battlefield.

Boom!!

Upon contact, Daoist Hong Xian's attack missed, but he himself was struck on the left shoulder by a palm, his shoulder shattering on the spot, flesh and blood exploding.

But he was not afraid at all. Before landing, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of Blood Mist that he had prepared beforehand.

"Fool! You think I'll fall for the same trick again!?" Xing Tong swept his hand, and a gust of wind blew away the Blood Mist.

He turned around and faced off against General Feng one-on-one, engaging in a full-scale attack.

This time was different from the last. General Feng unleashed his Final Form, his eyes revealing a resolute determination, ready to fight to the death.

Unfortunately, the gap between him and his opponent was simply too great.

After only a few dozen moves, he was struck in the chest with a palm strike, and his legs were instantly hit by a tail.

With a deafening crash, General Feng fell to the ground like a meteorite, smashing several giant trees in half.

"Divine Descent!!"

Suddenly, General Feng let out a low shout, and his eyes quickly turned silver-white.

Behind him, terrifying air currents, seemingly tangible, suddenly appeared.

That was the Earth Mother he worshipped— Nai Muzhuya, the goddess of clouds, rain, and harvest.

"Fool!" Xing Tong's eyes also turned silver-white, indicating that he had activated the Great God Descent at the same time.

Behind him, the air exploded into countless ripples.

Ripples distorted the light, crashing into the terrifying airflow below.

In an instant, the ripples suppressed and swallowed all the air currents below, and then continued to rush towards General Feng.

Boom! The invisible divine power had no effect on reality, but it struck General Feng, a living being, like a thunderbolt.

Moreover, centered on him, dozens of He Country soldiers in the vicinity, and even forest animals and insects, were also present.

They all froze and became completely brain dead upon impact.

General Feng's silver-white eyes gradually faded.

He sighed, forcibly pulled out of his Divine Descent state, and vomited a mouthful of blood. He was powerless to fight any longer.

This kind of mental and spiritual damage far exceeds the damage to the physical body and Spirit Thread.

Without months of rest, recuperation, and recovery, he won't be able to return to his previous state.

The injuries he had already sustained from the Demon Weapon erupted and flared up again.

"The Ten Thousand Blood Array!" Daoist Hong Xian shouted again.

One after another, the Red Robe Daoist around them leaped up and pounced on Xing Tong.

But this time...

Xing Tong simply waved his hand.

An invisible wave of divine power spread out instantly, colliding with the Blood Immortal Path and other Daoists.

With a series of muffled groans, these Daoists' eyes rolled back in mid-air as they fainted, losing their fighting ability.

Xing Tong lowered his hand, landed on a tree canopy, and looked towards the distant King Mu Li.

"Blasphemy against divine power, a crime deserving death!" At this moment, his eyes slowly returned to normal.

The damage to one's mind during the Great God Descent of Gods is permanent, so even a devout Spirit General like him is unwilling to maintain it for an extended period.

"Now, it's your turn." Xing Tong bowed slightly, bent over, and assumed a jumping posture.

King Mu Li involuntarily tensed up, wanting to retreat, but his dignity as a member of the Imperial Clan held him firmly in place.

He looked up and met the other person's eyes.

"If you can do it, then come and kill me!" he said through gritted teeth.

"Not bad courage. But unfortunately, it's all talk and no action." Xing Tong's five-meter-tall body suddenly stretched out.

Bang!

The tree he was standing on suddenly burst open, snapped and blasted apart by the enormous reaction force.

He himself flew like a cannonball toward the location of King Mu Li.

For Spirit General like him, a distance of several hundred meters is only a few seconds.

"Today is the day my Mo Sang Sect takes over the He Country!!!"

In mid-air, Xing Tong roared ferociously.

He raised his right fist, aimed at King Mu Li's head, and punched hard.

This punch signifies the changing of the guard in the entire He Country from this moment forward! It also signifies that Xing Tong, representing the Mo Sang God, will completely take over the entire He Country!! Above all others, only one god!! So, die!! Xing Tong's eyes grew increasingly ferocious, his killing intent, like sharp thorns, becoming ever more concentrated.

Just then, his eyes suddenly widened in surprise.

A person appeared from the side in front of King Mu Li.

A tall, pale man, also dressed in a blood-red robe.

The man stood in front of King Mu Li and looked up at him.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on his face.

Swoosh! In an instant, a red line grazed past Xing Tong's side.

His massive body, which had been leaping, froze in mid-air for a second.

Boom! In an instant, Xing Tong's entire body exploded, turning into a large number of Spirit Thread that flew down and pierced the ground.

The red line slowed down slightly, landed, and stood on a broken giant tree below, revealing Zhang Rongfang figure.

In an instant, his arm was covered in blood. Upon contact, the blood corroded the Spirit General's body, penetrated the skin, and then pierced through its fatal point, the heart.

The opponent tried to dodge, but unfortunately, the overwhelming advantage of the Enemy Anticipation made it impossible for them to escape.

He is so much stronger now than before.

Moreover, he had been waiting and observing for a long time, just so that he could make his move at the most crucial moment and maximize the gratitude he would receive from King Mu Li.

"Guanzhu!!"

Not far away, the Daoist Hong Xian breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed excitedly.

"The Abbot has arrived!!"

At first, there was complete silence, but soon, a series of sighs of relief slowly rose and spread.

Then came sporadic shouts and cheers, which slowly rose and grew louder.

"The abbot of the Blood Immortal Path Sect has arrived."

"They've really arrived! The support has arrived!!"

"It's the Ancestor! Our Blood Immortal Old Ancestor has arrived!!"

"The Blood Immortal Old Ancestor has arrived! We are saved!"

"There's hope!! We can win!! We can definitely win!!"

The Blood Daoist around them were the second and third generation Blood Descendant of Daoist Hong Xian, and they had never seen Zhang Rongfang, the ancestor, before.

At this moment, all Blood Daoist sensed the original bloodline suppression in their bloodlines.

This kind of suppression naturally evokes a sense of awe, affection, and closeness, much like one would show to elders or relatives.

When they saw Xing Tong being blown up in one hit, everyone slowly became excited.

The previous back-and-forth battles had left them all feeling frustrated. Now, they finally saw a turning point, a turning point that was completely overwhelming.

Everyone, not just the Blood Daoist, but even the surrounding soldiers, generals, Earth Mother Worship God, couldn't help but feel a surge of joy and fervor.

"Long Blood Immortal Old Ancestor!!"

A Blood Daoist suddenly roared.

Once there's one, there'll be a second, a third. "Hooray!!!"

The shouts and cries gradually transformed from scattered bursts into a river and lake, rising and falling around Zhang Rongfang.

Zhang Rongfang glanced at General Feng not far away.

The latter froze.

General Feng still finds it hard to believe.

He remembered that he had never heard of the Blood Immortal Path before. This force should have only appeared a few years ago. How come a Blood Immortal Old Ancestor suddenly appeared?

He had initially thought the Blood Immortal Path was completely unworthy of hope, but now he was staring intently at Zhang Rongfang. Just looking at this man from afar, he could feel his entire body's Enemy Anticipation constantly sending warnings.

That was a reminder for him to escape quickly.

His body was tingling, his pores were contracting. In just two seconds of eye contact with Zhang Rongfang, General Feng felt as if he had encountered that terrifying monster from the Reverse Time Society — Fan Heng —once again. 'This guy is actually this strong?!?'

He simply couldn't fathom why a powerhouse of this caliber would appear in such a remote region as the He Country, where they should already be at the very top of the Great Ling Realm.

What exactly is his intention? Zhang Rongfang withdrew his gaze and looked at King Mu Li again.

"It seems we are destined to meet again after so many years."

Yes, he recognized him. The other party was the leader of the defeated army who had asked him about the Gods and Buddhas of the world and how to become an immortal in the Wish Woman Canyon.

He himself never imagined that the world was so small.

"It's you!!? It's that... that Mountain Man Hermit back then!?" King Mu Li trembled, clearly recognizing him as well.

That question led him to a profound realization, and he chose a different path for himself.

Unexpectedly, after several years, they Xiangjian again in a different way.

"Let me introduce it again."

Zhang Rongfang bowed respectfully to King Mu Li from afar.

"My Daoist Daoist Title Heaven and Earth, and I am the first abbot of the Human Immortal Temple."

"Heaven and Earth!!?? "But... the Heaven and Earth of Heaven and Earth Qiankun??"King Mu Li suddenly asked.

"Exactly," Zhang Rongfang replied.

Heaven and Earth Qiankun? Heaven and Earth??? Upon hearing the affirmative answer, King Mu Li was slightly stunned, as if he had thought of something.

General Feng was also stunned.

Not only that, but many well-informed experts and generals, and even the worshippers of the Mo Sang sect, also changed their expressions.

The atmosphere instantly became heavy.

Amidst the rising and falling cheers, a small group of people began to slowly stop, showing signs of hesitation.

Heaven and Earth?

That blood-stained, ruthless killer who once stormed into Great Capital and fought the Divine General Auduna unscathed— the Red List Qiankun Zi!?!? The rumors about Qiankun Zi had already become distorted and twisted under the propaganda of the Great Ling.

"You're the one who claims to Eats a Hundred People a Day, builds Dao Palace with millions of bones, and can suck the souls of a thousand people with a single gulp— Qiankun Zi, the sixth on the Crimson List?!"

General Feng, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Zhang Rongfang's smile slowly faded, "."

What is this guy saying? In the Woodland not far away, Spirit General Xing Tong, who was struggling to reassemble his body, barely recovered. Upon hearing these words, his face turned pale and his whole body went numb!

Qiankun Zi's infamous reputation, or rather, the infamous reputation of the Great Ling Crimson List, is well-known throughout the He Country.

The Crimson List changes extremely quickly, but a terrifying figure who can rise to sixth place in such a short time is unprecedented, whether in the Great Ling or the other vice-kingdoms.

It can be said that Zhang Rongfang became famous from the moment his name was posted on the Crimson List.

He became famous throughout the entire Great Ling and the Sub-Kingdom.

I'd like to recommend a book of the same type—you can give it a try if you're looking for something to read.

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Author: Sorrowful Ancestor Synopsis: A soul from another world transmigrates to this world, bringing with it attribute bonuses from a game cheat, thus ushering in a revolution for the world.

"I want the world to follow my will!"

Feize stood with his feet firmly on the ground, arms outstretched, with a colossal Sky Dragon, as large as a mountain, crawling behind him.

It all began when the illegitimate son who inherited the Lineage position mastered the Knight's Breathing Technique.

Muscles, attribute flow.