Volume One, Chapter Forty-Two
Compared to last time, this was a tremendous improvement. Zhao Fu nodded and said, "Mm, not bad."
The Ancient Martial God grinned smugly. "Master, we've also awakened some abilities. Would you like to see them?"
Zhao Fu smiled. "Show me. If you perform well, I'll reward you with some blood."
The Ancient Martial God was beside himself with joy. Ever since Zhao Fu had returned, he had felt that his master was even more delicious than before—at least several times more so. He did not know what had happened, but he understood that his master's bloodline had grown stronger.
To him, Zhao Fu's blood was the most delicious thing in the world, and it could also grant him incomparably tremendous help.
Of course, he did not dare ask for it himself. Deep in his heart, he was still extremely terrified of this master of his.
The Ancient Martial God said with a cheerful smile, "Master! Watch closely!"
The Ancient Martial God's back bulged and continuously shifted and grew. A pair of broad gray flesh wings grew out, and with a powerful flap, a wild wind swept in all directions as the Ancient Martial God shot into the sky at tremendous speed.
Seeing that the Ancient Martial God had gained the ability to fly and had greatly increased his speed, Zhao Fu was not too surprised.
The Ancient Martial God then stretched out both hands. The flesh on his arms continuously transformed and grew, and dozens of gray cannon barrels emerged. The barrels lit up, and over a hundred beams shot down from the sky.
Boom! Boom! Boom...
Explosions rang out one after another as blasts spread outward. The ground was blown into huge pits hundreds of meters wide and dozens of meters deep. This power was