Zhao Fu glanced at the contract inscriptions and nodded.
The countless contract inscriptions flew into the Tree Spirit's body. A gray light radiated from him, and chains seemed to writhe faintly within it.
The contract the Tree Spirit had made was a Death Contract. If he dared to attack Zhao Fu, the contract would immediately take effect, and he would kill himself.
The Tree Spirit looked at Zhao Fu. Now that he had paid such a tremendous price, it would depend on how Zhao Fu performed.
Zhao Fu understood as well. He took out a dagger and cut open his wrist. Blood flowed out, containing countless runes, and a fragrance like that of a sacred-grade spirit medicine drifted through the air—something that seemed impossible for the mortal world to possess.
The Tree Spirit had originally watched Zhao Fu expectantly, but as the blood continued to flow, his expectant expression slowly turned to horror.
"Origin Bloodline? First-Generation Origin Bloodline? No! This is far more terrifying than an ordinary Origin Bloodline."
The Tree Spirit had never imagined that Zhao Fu would bring out something so terrifying. The identity of the person before him was far more dreadful than he had imagined. He had truly struck it lucky—today, he had encountered an enormous opportunity.
He was only a sliver away from breaking through. The First-Generation Origin Bloodline was so terrifying that it would definitely help him break through. At this thought, the Tree Spirit became excited and exhilarated.
Blood continued to flow, forming into a ball of blood under Zhao Fu's control.
Zhao Fu grasped the blood ball and tossed it forward, sending it slowly flying toward the Tree Spirit.
The Tree Spirit nervously released his power and caught the blood ball. He said with gratitude and respect, "Thank you, my lord!"
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