At the End of the Road

Several months had passed since Chen Yuan last used the Blood Spirit Heaven-Rending Gu in the Capital City. Whenever he had time, he fed it blood essence to restore its strength. Before making his move against the Murong Clan, he had made especially sure to prepare this trump card, feeding the Gu large quantities of blood essence. Three days ago, it had finally recovered its power.

Against opponents so numerous and so formidable in the flesh, this was precisely the moment for the Blood Spirit Heaven-Rending Gu to shine.

When the Blood Spirit Heaven-Rending Gu first appeared, Long Tianxi had commanded it to tear through a vast army in a single battle, leaving the emperor of the Central Plains afraid to cast his gaze toward the Miao Borderlands. But Long Tianxi was a Miao Grand Tradition expert comparable to the Supreme Realm of martial arts. Chen Yuan naturally could not compare.

Even so, the Gu had no trouble dealing with the five hundred-odd Dragon City Imperial Guards before him, all refined into zombies.

Blood-red streaks slashed across Heaven and Earth. Each beat of the Gu's wings sent severed limbs raining to the ground.

Neither the armor forged at the height of the Murong Dynasty thousands of years ago nor the powerful warriors transformed by the Corpse-Refining Secret Art amounted to anything before the Gu's razor-sharp edge.

In mere moments, the ground was strewn with severed limbs and mangled flesh. The mighty, sinister deathly aura from moments ago vanished without a trace. Blood welled in Murong Chang's throat, and under Liu Suifeng's relentless formation attacks, he finally spat it out.

This was a trump card the Murong Clan had preserved for thousands of years!

They had never once used it in all that time. Who would have thought it would be