"Looking for death!"
The Red-wart old man let out a furious roar. Blood suddenly welled from his eyes, and at the same time, blood spilled from his mouth and nose.
As the blood flowed, his body began to gleam with color, and a rich fragrance filled the air.
"The Blood Merging Technique—someone really cultivated such an evil art."
The short, squat old man blurted out.
Everyone present turned to look. The Blood Merging Technique was immensely powerful, but it was a truly wicked path with endless consequences. Very few people dared to attempt it.
Those who cultivated this technique devoured the blood of countless beings, amassing powerful essence. With their abundant blood and qi, they forcibly opened the acupoints and meridians throughout their bodies, advancing at a thousand miles a day.
But in the end, this was an evil art, and the path to mastering it was exceedingly bizarre. Not only had this man mastered it, he had also chanced upon an opportunity and reached the point origin realm. It was truly astonishing.
In an instant, the Red-wart old man's whole body blazed with color, and the acupoints throughout him hummed like a swarm of bees. His speed did not diminish as he charged forward. Whoosh! His powerful fist wind dragged at the air, setting off continuous explosive booms.
Though they stood dozens of yards away, everyone felt a hurricane whipping around them.
BOOM!
A tremendous crash shook the surrounding wilderness.
A huge black shadow shot up into the air. The Red-wart old man had vanished.
A pool of minced flesh now lay on the blue-gray ice. It looked like a bead condensed from an endless sea of blood. The bead came apart, and boundless blood spread across the blue-gray ice. Before long, it seeped back into the ice.
Shock.