The Heaven Devouring Hou's lower jaw was bleeding.
Dark red blood dripped from the wound left by the God Slaying Saber, striking the scorched black flagstones with a sizzling hiss. Wherever a drop landed, it burned a small hole through the stone.
Its crimson eyes still held the fury of having its scales pierced by the God Slaying Saber. The heavy snorts from its nostrils grew increasingly rapid, and its enormous body trembled slightly-not with fear, but as a prelude to hunger and rage intertwining.
Fang Mo walked over, saber in hand.
Neither fast nor slow, one step at a time.
Nian Nu'er's voice surfaced in his Sea of Consciousness.
"My lord, are you going straight for that wound on its lower jaw?"
"No."
"Then why are you walking over?"
"To test something."
Fang Mo stopped thirty feet from the Heaven Devouring Hou's foreclaws.
The Heaven Devouring Hou lowered its head, its crimson eyes locking onto him. A continuous, low rumble rose from deep in its throat, as though it were weighing whether this little thing was enough to fill a gap between its teeth.
Fang Mo planted the God Slaying Saber in the rubble beside his feet, freeing both hands.
Old Yan saw this from the Heavenly Prison's entrance and nearly lost his grip on his Boning Knife.
"The boss put his saber down?"
Iron Bull stood beside him, staring at Fang Mo's hands.
Fang Mo slowly brought his hands together before him, interlacing his fingers to form a hand seal.
Reverse Tendons Defying the Norm.
The fluctuation of law was not released from outside him. It surged from within Fang Mo, from the fused remains of the God King's severed hand deep inside his right arm. An indescribable sense of distortion spread through the air.
The Heaven Devouring