The lotus leaves in the Lotus Pond were a lush green, giving off the fragrance of lotus flowers and brimming with life.
Ning Xiaochuan shouted, "Nine Palaces Eight Winds—Fire God Refines Wind!"
This was the Wind of Destruction, one of the eight winds!
Threads of crimson fire essence spilled from his palms and gathered into clusters of flame. As he slowly pushed them forward, they formed a scorching wind of fire.
Crackle!
The wind was made of flame.
The lotus leaves burned to ash. Black dust fell into the water, and the once-clear pond gradually turned bloodred.
It was a pool of blood! This was an illusion; only someone who knew how to break it could see the blood pool's true form.
The blood filling the pond gradually gathered into a single glittering drop. It rose from the water and hovered in the air.
Ning Xiaochuan's heart surged with excitement. He hurriedly collected the drop of Divine Blood.
To him, it was the most precious treasure in the Heavenly Emperor Divine Palace.
Beside this drop of Divine Blood, every other treasure was little more than an ordinary trinket.
Just as Ning Xiaochuan put it away, the White Fox Young Master caught up and struck at his back with a palm.
Ning Xiaochuan spread his dragon wings and soared upward. Rather than meet the White Fox Young Master head-on, he swept through an arc and landed on the upturned eaves of a divine palace.
Gripping his sword in both hands, Ning Xiaochuan unleashed a slash of sword qi.
Whoosh...
A bloodred, dragon-shaped streak of sword qi flew toward the White Fox Young Master.
Ning Xiaochuan's martial cultivation had reached the peak of the Worldly Detachment Realm Ninth Level. Even without the Demon Sword or the Red Little Dragon's power, he could