The newly born Tenth Divine Source lay within his blood, gathered from that mysterious power. It shared the same origin as the Demon Sword's power and radiated a crimson glow.
However, the Tenth Divine Source was still exceedingly illusory, like a cloud of mist. It was only one step away from fully condensing.
"The mysterious power flowing out of the Demon Sword is definitely still insufficient. I have to make the Demon Sword drink blood again." Ning Xiaochuan was still immensely excited. He had actually cultivated a Tenth Divine Source and fused it with his bloodline.
This was a legendary realm. Even gods in their youth might not have been able to reach it! Once he cultivated to the tenth level of the Divine Body Realm, it would surely shake heaven and earth, and the entire Martial Dao World would tremble.
Ning Xiaochuan fixed his gaze on Tie Minggong, his pupils brimming with killing intent. He pounced forward, intending to absorb Tie Minggong's blood and cultivate his tenth divine ability.
Although Tie Minggong's cultivation was higher than Ning Xiaochuan's, he was deeply wary of the Northern Darkness Divine Art. Meng Xinhan and Lin Gang's deaths were still vivid before his eyes.
His body shot upward, soaring more than sixty meters into the air. Like a leaping lizard, he landed at the foot of the slope, kicked off the treetops, and fled down the mountain at high speed.
Standing outside the Taoist temple atop the mountain, Ning Xiaochuan gripped more than a hundred meters of golden profound threads and flung them out like a scattering sheet of golden light.
Swish!
The golden profound threads wrapped around Tie Minggong's right leg and dragged him back.
"Ning Xiaochuan, don't push people too far!" Tie Minggong fell back to the ground and severed the