Seeing Li Hunsheng draw ever closer, Profound Lord Danyang's pupils widened, filled with shock and panic.
Yet the "Wei Xuan" behind him did not stir in the slightest. Clearly, he had no intention of saving him.
The panic in Profound Lord Danyang's eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by resolute madness.
"Since both of you wish to put me to death, then this Profound Lord shall perish together with you!"
The aura around Profound Lord Danyang suddenly changed, becoming dangerous and razor-sharp, as though an unparalleled immortal sword were about to break free from the seal within his body.
A finger-sized bloody hole suddenly burst open in his chest. Blood sprayed out, yet condensed into a blood arrow.
"Bang! Bang! Bang—"
More and more bloody holes burst open across Profound Lord Danyang's body—between his brows, on his back, across his abdomen, and over his limbs...
Each time a bloody hole erupted, a blood arrow appeared.
Profound Lord Danyang's flesh was riddled with holes, while hundreds upon thousands of blood arrows shot out in every direction.
Song Wen, several miles behind him, looked utterly stunned.
What kind of secret art was this?
It actually used one's own flesh and blood as "arrows"!
After unleashing such a move, could the physical body possibly remain intact?
Song Wen's question was answered the very next moment.
Profound Lord Danyang's hole-riddled body suddenly cracked apart, like porcelain scorched by blazing flames, shattering inch by inch.
However, his soul and Immortal Nascent Infant remained intact.
A three-inch-tall seven-colored little figure transformed into a streak of rosy light and shot skyward.
But Li Hunsheng, who stood so close to Profound Lord Danyang, had no time to pursue him.
The blood arrows tore through the air, releasing a droning hum like ten thousand arrows being fired at once.