Volume One, Chapter 142
Eight blood gates hung in the sky, radiating immense might as they slowly opened. Eight blood-colored figures, exuding overwhelming power, slowly emerged from within.
There were men and women among them, each with a different appearance. They were the ones who had founded the Blood Long Gate, as well as the first-generation masters of the eight blood gates.
They had personally come to oversee the final trial.
The crowd gazed at the eight blood-colored figures, like gods ruling over this stretch of heaven and earth. Feeling that immense power, a sense of helplessness rose in their hearts. These were existences they simply could not contend with.
Whoosh!
One of the eight blood-colored figures darted toward Zhao Fu at astonishing speed, leaving behind a streak of afterimage.
The figure behind Zhao Fu released an invisible force field, protecting his body.
That figure was a brawny man. He rushed before Zhao Fu, raised his fist, and threw a punch carrying immense power.
Bang!
The force field protecting Zhao Fu was shattered by that punch. The force of it turned into a wild gale, and though Zhao Fu was uninjured, the figure behind him slowly vanished.
After breaking Zhao Fu's defense, the blood-colored figure twisted his body and swung one leg down at Zhao Fu with tremendous force.
Zhao Fu hurriedly dodged aside.
Bang!
That leg struck the ground, shattering it as countless stones and grains of sand blasted in all directions like a fierce wind.
Zhao Fu appeared off to the side, having narrowly evaded the blow.
One of the seven blood-colored figures in the sky also charged at Zhao Fu. He took the form of a middle-aged man and sent a palm strike, accompanied by a fierce gale, toward Zhao Fu's chest.
Zhao Fu raised a hand