"Nine hundred ninety-eight!"
"Nine hundred ninety-nine!"
"One thousand!"
"Ceremony complete!"
Wang Ergou planted the Water-Fire Cudgel on the ground and wiped his brow, though there wasn't a single bead of sweat there. He looked thoroughly satisfied.
"Organ Refining Realm, and already this tough. A thousand blows, and he still hasn't come apart. Tsk, tsk, tsk."
By now, Luo Changfeng was no longer recognizable as a person.
He lay sprawled at the bottom of the cage like a heap of mud, his soul-body nearly transparent. He no longer had the strength to scream, and could only twitch feebly from time to time.
Fang Mo swept a hand, taking him into the Record of Punishing Crimes. Ink spread across its pages, and the Fate-Judging Poem appeared!
The Blood Sea surged, a boat of white bones afloat; A drum of human skin, its oil the soul. He devoured his parents, cut all ties; A Rakshasa in name, a scoundrel at heart. A thousand cuts could never atone for his crimes; Even the annihilation of his soul would not suffice. Today, Prison Suppressor opens his discerning eye; He'll strip the skin and break the bones, never turning back!
[Reward: Blood Scripture · Blood Transformation Chapter, Divine Ability · Blood Shadow Clone]
Fang Mo's expression turned strange. So he really had crossed paths with the Blood God Temple. When the time came to fight the boss, wouldn't revealing his divine ability make him the Monkey King facing his own double?
The Blood Scripture · Blood Transformation Chapter was an exceptionally sinister, yet highly practical technique. It allowed him to turn his own Essence Blood into a blood shadow, which could be used for reconnaissance or to save his life.
If he cultivated it to perfection, he could even be reborn from a single