Ming He had no intention of talking.
The moment he burst out of the Blood Sea, only one emotion remained in his eyes.
Killing intent.
Pure, unadulterated killing intent, untouched by reason.
The red lotus had been taken, his primordial spirit had been extracted, the Blood Sea had been sealed, and his dignity had been ground underfoot again and again. He had lived for countless tens of thousands of years, born from a drop of innate turbid blood when Heaven and Earth were created, and cultivated step by step through the Blood Sea until he reached the Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
"Taiyuan! Today, one of us dies!"
Ming He formed a hand seal. His blood qi surged, and countless blood-red runes appeared across his skin.
The next instant, his body exploded.
It wasn't self-destruction. He had split apart.
Ten thousand streaks of blood-red light shot from his body. Each one landed and transformed into a blood-colored figure identical to Ming He, its aura firmly at the early Grand Luo Golden Immortal stage.
Blood God Son Clone Technique.
Ming He's ultimate life-saving technique, and his last trump card.
Ten thousand early Grand Luo Golden Immortal clones spread across the sky, dyeing the entire newborn land crimson.
Zhunti drew a sharp breath. "Ten thousand Grand Luo Golden Immortals? That old bastard's gone mad!"
Jieyin's expression was grave as he spun the Prayer Beads in his hand at lightning speed.
Zhurong reacted quite differently.
He tossed the half-eaten beast bone onto the ground, his eyes shining as he rubbed his two fiery fists together. He looked as excited as a child at New Year.
"Now that's what I call a treat! Ten thousand punching bags!"
"Brothers, get in there!"
Dijiang couldn't stop him. Zhurong