True Blood Lord

Boom!!!

After that single exchange, the golden light ultimately fell into the disadvantage.

Bai Yuan's figure couldn't help but stagger back three steps, the arm holding the shield trembling with numbness.

As for the Bloodthirsty Clan powerhouse opposite him, his frame only swayed slightly.

"Not just the domain—even his force amplitude and combat techniques surpass mine."

"Since I can't outfight him, I'll go all out on defense!"

The Bloodthirsty Clan figure lunged again, his movement technique like a ghostly phantom; in an instant, the sky was filled with his flickering blood-colored afterimages, attacking Bai Yuan from all directions.

Bai Yuan's expression turned grave. The war blade and shield in his hands seemed to become part of his body, blocking left and slashing right, their coordination airtight.

No matter how overwhelming the opponent's assault, Bai Yuan held his ground steadily.

At first, the Bloodthirsty Clan member completely suppressed Bai Yuan.

Yet after several hundred exchanges, Bai Yuan still hadn't fallen, nor had he even taken a wound.

"This guy... his application of the domain is so exquisite! Blade technique, shield art, and domain are fused into one whole, forcefully unleashing the power of a triple domain!"

The Bloodthirsty Clan member's face grew darker and darker.

He had suppressed his cultivation to Planet Fourth Rank, but he held nothing back in force amplitude, combat techniques, or domain.

Even so, he still couldn't take down this junior!

The more he fumed, the less he held back.

Boom!!!

The majestic aura of Universe Seventh Rank erupted violently. At the same time, a set of ferocious blood-colored armor materialized from the void, swiftly covering his entire body.

The armor was like congealed blood, its surface flowing with dark red patterns. The shoulder guards jutted out like fangs, and embedded in the chest was a blood-colored crystal that pulsed like a heart.

The helmet covered most of his face, leaving only a pair of increasingly crimson eyes visible.

"So what if you're a genius? In the end, you'll only become my stepping stone!"

Bai Yuan was forced back repeatedly by this aura, nearly unable to keep his footing.

But what weighed heavier on his heart was that iconic blood-colored armor.

"You are... the True Blood Lord!" Bai Yuan blurted out, his expression utterly horrified.

The True Blood Lord was always seen in this blood-colored armor; over time, his true face had become irrelevant.

Moreover, the True Blood Lord's public image had always been low-key and courteous—rumor had it he treated everyone with politeness and never showed off.

Now it seemed, rumors truly couldn't be trusted!

"Hmph!"

The True Blood Lord let out a cold snort. Terrifying spiritual force surged like raging waves, slamming violently into Bai Yuan's sea of consciousness.

Bai Yuan clenched his teeth, resisting with all his might.

The opponent clearly wasn't trying to kill him; otherwise, with the terrifying spiritual force of a Universe Seventh Rank, such an assault would have left him unable to hold on.

"You actually blocked it? Then try this!"

Another even fiercer wave of spiritual force struck. With no retreat, Bai Yuan could only endure again.

"Still not down? Could it be that your will has already reached the Universe Realm?"

The True Blood Lord's voice carried a hint of surprise.

A little Planet Realm brat with willpower reaching the Universe Realm!

Even for the Blade Clan, this shouldn't be this absurd, right?

"Enough. Since that's the case, I'll have to forcibly enslave you. If you don't want to die, don't resist!"

As his words fell, a blood-colored mark slowly emerged from between his brows, drifting toward Bai Yuan.

The instant Bai Yuan saw that mark, and recalling Kulu's earlier abnormality, his heart jolted violently.

"This is a Soul Slavery Mark! You've actually mastered such a high-level secret technique!"

Soul slavery secret techniques were the most terrifying of all. Once afflicted, one could never defy their master for eternity—even if their strength later far surpassed their master's, they would never harbor a rebellious thought.

For Immortal Realm powerhouses, they would rather destroy their divine body and let their soul dissipate than suffer soul slavery.

Because even if they fell, there was still hope of being resurrected by a Universe Master reversing time and space.

But once soul-slaved, even after resurrection, that brand on the soul's origin could never be erased, and they would remain under the slaver's control for all eternity.

Yet such secret techniques were almost exclusively accessible to Immortal Realm beings.

How could the True Blood Lord, merely a Universe Realm cultivator with no known ties to any major power, have obtained such a technique?

Seeing Bai Yuan's shocked expression, the True Blood Lord couldn't help but show a smug look.

Back when he was still at the Planet Realm, he had accidentally offended a formidable faction, was forced to flee, and drifted through the universe.

Who would have thought that heaven never seals off all roads—in his frantic escape, he actually stumbled upon the fallen site of a Domain Lord.

That secret technique was precisely obtained from the Domain Lord's legacy.

Unfortunately, it was an incomplete version, capable of controlling only one servant at a time.

Not only that, but relying on the treasures left by that Domain Lord and devouring the residual flesh essence from corpses, he spent a long, arduous time and finally managed to break through to the Universe Realm.

After mastering this secret technique, he began scouting for exceptionally talented geniuses, secretly enslaving them, waiting for them to grow strong before devouring them directly.

To date, four Universe Realm experts had become his nourishment.

If not for this, with his own innate talent, he might never have reached Universe Rank Nine in his entire life, let alone broken through to Domain Lord.

And Bai Yuan's appearance was like a lamp shining in the pitch-black night.

If he could enslave Bai Yuan, wait for him to break through to Domain Lord, or even World Lord, and then devour him...

Perhaps he could truly take that long-dreamed-of step!

Yet, what happened next left the True Blood Lord utterly astonished.

Bai Yuan calmly put away his battle saber and shield, the shock on his face gradually fading, replaced by a look of relief.

"So you weren't sent by Falling Rock World Lord. If he had mastered such a secret technique, he'd have come to enslave me himself long ago. I've been on edge for nothing—overthinking it."

The True Blood Lord was taken aback: "You're not afraid? Do you think you can escape my grasp? With a single thought, I can suppress and kill you on the spot!"

"Even if you have a fifth-tier Force Armor, an E-grade starship, or even a powerful plant life guardian, none of it matters—these things can't block a spiritual mind attack."

Unexpectedly, Bai Yuan just shrugged and said flatly:

"Sorry, none of those things you mentioned... I have. But I do have the protection of the person behind you."

The True Blood Lord frowned deeply, his voice turning cold: "A boring trick. Today, there are only two paths: death or enslavement. There will be no third option."

"Is that so? Then I'd like to see how you dare touch him under my nose."

A voice suddenly rang out from behind the True Blood Lord.

The True Blood Lord was greatly alarmed, but reacted swiftly—his formidable spiritual mind force instantly surged like a tidal wave, sweeping backward!

Yet his full-force strike seemed to crash into an ancient divine mountain; no matter how he assaulted it, the other's soul remained utterly unmoved, not even stirring a single ripple.

Slap!

A palm gently rested on his shoulder.

Bai Kuangren stood right behind him, his hand seemingly casual, yet it pressed down like a colossal mountain.

The True Blood Lord instinctively tried to break free, but the moment he shifted his foot, a monstrous killing intent erupted!

His entire body stiffened, and he immediately halted all movement. Only then did the killing intent slowly recede.

Without a shred of doubt, his heart was utterly certain—if he made another move, he would die a miserable death!