"Little sparrow, don't worry. You've passed the trial."
The spiritual projection left behind by the Blood War King was highly intelligent, not some puppet.
"The Self-Sacrifice Demon Fist requires the courage to give up your life, along with the extraordinary bravery to charge forward without hesitation, certain that you are invincible. Both are essential."
"Human, you are worthy of inheriting this king's divine ability."
The Blood War King's gaze passed over Jiu You and settled on the tall figure behind her.
"At that moment, I wasn't thinking of giving up my life. I was confident I could withstand that punch and defeat you. I had absolute faith in myself."
Mu Chen rose to his feet and spoke calmly.
"Ha ha ha! You really are an interesting young man."
The Blood War King was slightly taken aback, then burst into hearty laughter.
How many years had it been since he'd felt this happy, laughed so freely as he had today?
Absolute faith in himself? Confidence was a good thing—very good indeed.
The Self-Sacrifice Demon Fist was a technique the Blood War King had created by combining everything he had learned in his life.
"Self-sacrifice" meant abandoning oneself in an all-or-nothing attack, a desperate move that could kill an enemy one level above its user. It was a powerful Grand Perfection Divine Ability.
During the ancient catastrophe, he had used this very fist to perish alongside a king of the Evil Clan from Beyond, a being comparable to a Heavenly Sovereign from the Great Thousand's main plane.
"This king is pleased. I've decided to give you a little extra."
As he spoke, the imposing figure clad in blood-red armor raised a hand and pointed. Two streaks of light shot out, one toward Mu Chen and the other toward Jiu You.
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