The Black Dragon Di Tian Clone seized the opportunity to pull away from Yang Ming. His right leg had been severed at the hip, exposing stark white bone. The wound was perfectly smooth, showing just how sharp Yang Ming's sword strike had been.
Fresh buds of flesh kept sprouting from the wound. This was the powerful divine physique a god should possess, endowed with exceptional healing abilities. Even gods who did not specialize in healing could rely on their extraordinary divine physiques to regenerate far more effectively than any healing-type Spirit Master in the Human Realm.
Yet the moment those buds emerged, before they could intertwine and form new flesh, the intense sword energy clinging to the wound annihilated them.
That sword energy came from the Mysterious Sword and seemed to contain a trace of Yang Ming's Sword Intent. Nothing could withstand its annihilation; its edge was impossibly sharp.
More devastating still, a little of the Destruction Rule's power lingered within it. Thanks to destruction power, hailed as capable of defeating anything in the Douluo Universe, the sword energy could reap those buds of flesh so effortlessly.
Seven-colored blood streamed endlessly from the severed limb, like water pouring from an open faucet. There was no stopping it.
This seven-colored dragon blood had been sublimated after he inherited the Dragon God's Image's power. Every gram, if collected and brought into the outside world, could be revered as a treasure capable of safeguarding an entire age. If Soul Beasts with a dragon clan bloodline obtained it, they could purify the bloodline within them and raise their strength to another level.
Yet now, this extraordinarily precious seven-colored dragon blood splashed onto the ground as though it cost nothing.
The barren earth greedily absorbed the essence within the seven-colored dragon blood. Given enough time,