Purple blood transformed into a figure. His imposing bearing was intimidating, radiating unparalleled dominance, like a great mountain standing there. His disheveled hair danced in the wind, and his eyes were cold, exuding an air of supremacy.
The transformed purple blood possessed a terrifying fluctuation. Its eyes opened, and its vital essence soared into the heavens, blazing like two torches.
It actually possessed a trace of will. One could imagine how terrifying this blood was!
This was the blood body of a Tyrant Body. Back then, when he had passed through this place, he had left a jar of pure purple blood for the descendants of the Azure Heaven Tyrant Blood lineage. Its nature had not dispersed and could not be extinguished.
The golden blood within Ye Fan grew restless. Naturally opposed, the two sides sensed each other the instant they met, and it nearly began to boil.
"Roar..."
The purple blood body opposite him actually let out a roar. The entire ruined ancient land trembled, and boulders rolled down dozens of broken mountains with a rumble.
It took one step forward and struck out. This was instinct; it was filled with hostility toward anyone whose body contained golden blood.
"No matter how powerful you were, you're only a blood body now. How dare you act so arrogantly? I'll collect you." Ye Fan sneered and extended a large hand, smashing it down. Golden light flared, covering the blood body.
Pfft!
Purple blood splattered everywhere. Ye Fan erased it directly. If an eighth-layer Saint could not instantly kill even a blood body, he might as well forget about facing his old enemy.
The purple blood was dazzling. Every drop and every wisp was filled with vitality. It splashed onto the mountain rocks and sank into the earth, shining with precious light