Suppressing the Divine Blood

The Sea of Blood surged, bringing with it all manner of sins, chill, bitter resentment, and filth.

Lin Huang stood barefoot in the Sea of Blood. Six paths of divine light spread out, and as the elements of earth, water, fire, wind, Yin, and Yang vibrated, six-colored lotus flowers bloomed beneath his feet, rendering him impervious to all techniques.

"Interesting."

Lin Huang was unhurried, focusing his mind to carefully perceive the mysteries of this Sea of Blood, feeling as though he had gained some insight.

"The Blood God attained divinity through the path of blood. To think there are so many mysteries hidden within this blood."

Lin Huang sighed, suddenly feeling that the road ahead was long and that he still had a very, very long way to go.

"However, do you really think you can trap me with just this Sea of Blood, Xue Linglong?"

Lin Huang spoke in a calm tone, as if he were not the one currently trapped within the sea.

Xue Linglong let out a delicate laugh; her voice sounded both extremely distant and extremely close, as if every drop of blood in the sea were her.

"A mere Sea of Blood naturally cannot trap you. However, I have the Blood Droplet in my hand. Who will emerge victorious remains to be seen."

Xue Linglong's voice suddenly turned deep and cold, chilling to the bone. Within the Sea of Blood, waves rose without wind. The sea parted and coalesced as a Blood Dragon roared and lunged out, its gaze filled with resentment, malice, and all manner of despair as it slammed toward Lin Huang.

Lin Huang remained expressionless. He raised his hand and clenched his fist, appearing like the great sun rising into the sky, dispelling all evil.

The Yang Fist swept across the void, the pinnacle of masculinity. It was the path of the sun, possessing immeasurable light and heat, capable of breaking through all Yin and evil.

"Eh?!"

As the Yang Fist was unleashed, Lin Huang had expected the Blood Dragon formed by the sea to evaporate like white snow under his strike. To his surprise, the dragon merely let out a mournful cry, its ferocity undiminished. It lashed its tail, tearing through the heavens and earth.

"Interesting." Lin Huang nodded and countered with another punch. This punch rose from the earth, carrying the power of the entire world. The force erupted, heavy and peerless, like the starry sky pressing down, and it shattered the Blood Dragon into pieces.

"Such an overbearing fist technique. Unfortunately, you still cannot escape."

After the brief probe, although Xue Linglong was startled, she felt she could still defeat Lin Huang. She let out a sharp cry, and the Sea of Blood surged as thirteen blood-colored figures appeared above the surface.

There was a Blood Dragon, Blood Phoenix, Blood Turtle, Blood Tiger, and Blood Qilin, as well as a blood-colored celestial with six wings on its back and a blood-colored member of the Three-Eyed Clan with its heavenly eye open. While the others looked plain, every single blood shadow exuded a monstrous aura, their presence like straight pillars of smoke, no weaker than Lin Huang.

"Haha. Lin Huang, enjoy the Thirteen Blood God Children within the Blood Droplet."

Xue Linglong's voice drifted, hiding somewhere unknown. Seemingly not seeing the terror she expected from Lin Huang, she let out a sinister, cold giggle and continued.

"Each of these Thirteen Blood God Children was a being who had attained the Saint rank. They fought against my God and were eventually killed by Him. He took their true blood, returned to the ancestral origin, and condensed these Thirteen Blood God Children. Each one is incomparably powerful; beneath the gods, they have no equal. Wait for your death."

Lin Huang raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Very good. This way, it won't be said that I am bullying a junior."

The remark made Xue Linglong fly into a rage. The thirteen Blood God Children erupted instantly with brilliant divine light. Even though they were dead, a Saint rank was still a Saint rank; every strike they unleashed contained the perfected laws of the Dao.

Fast, fast, fast!

The fastest was a short blood shadow. A blade flashed, invisible to the eye, and it was instantly before Lin Huang—so fast that Lin Huang didn't even have time to form the thought of dodging.

"This is a sub-saint of the Sanggui Clan. He is the founder of the One-Blade Style of the Sang World. Under his blade, No Ghost or God Left Behind. Lin Huang, let's see how you die."

For every word Xue Linglong spoke, the short blood shadow unleashed a blade, or perhaps a thousand.

Lin Huang was deeply shocked. He had not expected anyone in this world to master such a fast blade, one so fast it transcended time and space, as if it were striking from the past and the future.

"Good. Good. Good!"

Lin Huang shouted "good" three times. He spat out a word to block a blade, then grabbed with his hand, savage and overbearing. Regardless of how many blades there were, he caught them in his palm, clenched his fist, and struck out.

Wind rose, tearing the void apart.

Lin Huang's Wind Fist brought forth countless changes. Every gust of wind and every ripple was a transformation. No matter how fast the short blood shadow's blade was, it clanged incessantly, yet all were blocked.

Boom!

A savage punch slammed down toward Lin Huang's head.

This was a sub-saint of the Titan Clan.

The Titan was the earth itself. This punch descended with the heaviness of the world, shattering the void with unbelievable force.

Lin Huang did not even look back; he countered with a Earth Fist.

As the two fists collided, Lin Huang's feet sank into the ground. Expressionless, he unleashed the Six Paths Divine Fist, his movements wide and open. With a lunge, he rushed to the side of the Titan Clan blood shadow, his long fists surging. He smashed down with three Earth Fists, then turned his hand to press down, Heaven-Turning, like a great millstone of heaven and earth, instantly shattering the Titan blood shadow.

After destroying the Titan blood shadow with one punch, Lin Huang took a deep breath and exhaled sharply. One breath transformed into three thousand, and three thousand Lin Huangs simultaneously threw a punch. This punch, named Wind, swept across the world.

The Sanggui Clan blood shadow shattered like a bubble with a pop.

Killing two blood shadows in the blink of an eye, Lin Huang laughed three times—one shake to the heavens, one to the earth, and one to the human world. He raised his hand, clenched his fist, and struck out across three thousand miles. Each punch faster than the last, he unleashed three thousand punches in a heartbeat. With a long roar, he stepped out, shattered the void, and reached out to grab.

The boundless Sea of Blood shattered like a phantom bubble, and the remaining Blood God Children were directly blasted into nothingness with a series of pops.

Lin Huang reached out and grabbed Xue Linglong by the neck, dragging her out.

Tunbao was stunned, unable to believe her eyes. Seeing Lin Huang drag Xue Linglong out like a dead dog, her initial terror gave way to schadenfreude. She trotted forward, tore a section off the Seven-Colored Refined Gold Chain around her own neck, and prepared to loop it around Xue Linglong's.

Xue Linglong's face was pale. She looked at Lin Huang with lingering fear, then suddenly let out a giggle. "Good. It seems everyone misjudged you. You are no pseudo-saint; you could truly be called a Great Saint."

"The Blood God Children formed by thirteen sub-saints couldn't even hold you back for ten breaths."

"They were merely dead men. The path of blood is miraculous, but you haven't mastered it. If the Blood God were to use it, I naturally wouldn't be able to stop it."

Lin Huang spoke indifferently, watching as Tunbao gleefully looped the Seven-Colored Refined Gold Chain around Xue Linglong's neck.

"Hehe. Are you planning to keep me as a pet?" Xue Linglong regained her composure, reached out to flick the chain on her neck, and suddenly laughed delicately. "Next time, if you can catch me again... what would it matter if I became your pet?"

As the words fell, the figure of Xue Linglong suddenly shattered, transforming into tens of thousands of blood-colored bats that fled in every direction.

"Oh no, blast it, I forgot she had this trick up her sleeve," Tunbao shrieked, looking utterly vexed.

Lin Huang remained expressionless, reaching out with a single grasp that seemed to encompass the eight poles and command the universe, causing all the blood-colored bats to fall into his palm.

Raising an eyebrow, Lin Huang withdrew his hand and remarked, "I still underestimated these Descendants of Divine Blood. If nothing else, this method of preserving one's life is truly peerless."

Tunbao hung her head in dejection, immediately realizing that even Lin Huang had failed to stop Xue Linglong, allowing her to escape.

"Dammit. Why doesn't our Taotie Clan have such escape techniques? It's forced me to be nothing but a pet to this damned Lin Huang," Tunbao grumbled, tugging at the chain around her neck in frustration.

Just as she was wallowing in annoyance, Tunbao saw a blood-colored bat flying back from the distance in a panic, prompting her to let out a strange cry, "I knew it! Xue Linglong, you wouldn't be so disloyal as to leave me behind to be his pet all by myself."

Xue Linglong's face was deathly pale, her bat wings broken, as she crashed at Lin Huang's feet and stammered in terror, "It's not that—someone even more ruthless is coming from over there!"

No sooner had the words left her lips than the earth began to shake violently, and a terrifying giant beast burst forth from the ground.