"I find this very strange. What are you trying to do? These few Mahayana Stage are probably just tools you're using to buy time! Whether they live or die, whether they are good or bad, you don't care at all."
Xu Long looked at Flower Lord in front of him with a puzzled expression.
"They're just animals, why should we care? Would you care about your dog?"
Flower Lord chuckled softly and asked.
Xu Long: "Yes!"
Although Rice Bucket is a dog, he has been through thick and thin with him many times, and is both his partner and his son.
Xu Long really enjoys teasing him, but he won't let him get hurt.
"Heh, you think you can just say that?"
Flower Lord sneered and continued, "After all this delay, my business is finally finished. They didn't need to stall for time, but your senses are too sharp; you detected me the moment I began the Fusion."
As soon as she finished speaking, a strange aura suddenly emanated from Flower Lord.
Obscure, gloomy, eerie, and evil—it's a complete 180-degree turn from what it was before.
An unknown substance flowed like water, enveloping the entire body and forming a crimson armor. The excess material coalesced in the hand, transforming into a weapon shaped like a pitchfork.
Not only that, Flower Lord's body is also changing rapidly.
Two heads sprouted from either side of her long, fair neck, and a single horn emerged from the forehead of her original head.
In less than a breath, Flower Lord had completely changed.
Crimson armor, wielding a pitchfork.
Three heads, each went their own way.
"Weren't you the first flower in the world? What's going on now?"
Xu Long was very surprised. Not only had Flower Lord's appearance changed drastically, but even her aura was different.
At this moment, Flower Lord was no longer the beautiful and fragrant goddess she once was, but an ugly demon.
"This is a race from ancient times called the Three-Headed Demon, and it's the strongest bloodline I've obtained. I've treasured it for countless years, originally intending to create a powerful slave race, but I never expected you to force me to take this step."
Flower Lord snorted coldly, her hatred for Xu Long almost materializing.
Although the Three-Headed Demon weren't even worthy of carrying shoes for humans and dragons in the ancient times, they were still a race of above-average quality.
Their physical bodies are incredibly powerful; when trained to their fullest potential, they are even more formidable than those peerless ferocious beasts.
Furthermore, the Three-Headed Demon possess strong soul resistance; they do not cultivate their souls, yet they are not afraid of soul attacks.
If Flower Lord had chosen to Fusion the bloodline of the Three-Headed Demon earlier, she wouldn't have been beaten so badly by Huo Qubing and Lightning Hou.
But this race is just too ugly!
Its skin was rough, covered in bumps, and it had three heads, none of which resembled a human.
That alone wouldn't be so bad, but because of his bloodline, the Three-Headed Demon can only unleash his full combat power by using the pitchfork-shaped weapon formed from his own power.
Other weapons, other shapes, none of them will work.
As the first flower in the world, Flower Lord was accustomed to seeing beautiful things and was very resistant to the appearance of the Three-Headed Demon.
But no matter how much they resisted, they couldn't overcome the hatred in their hearts.
Therefore, the naturally beauty-loving Flower Lord ultimately chose to Fusion the blood of the Three-Headed Demon, resulting in her current grotesque appearance.
Since its name contains the word "demon," it naturally possesses demonic characteristics.
Evil and eerie, its hands were covered in fine scales, and its three heads didn't resemble those of a human at all.
A single, spiral-shaped horn, half a meter long, grew from the middle of its head.
The right side has a bird's head, and the left side has a wolf's head.
Neither of the two heads would yield to the other; their arrogant gazes swept over the other heads, but quickly settled on Xu Long.
Judging from the way their mouths were opening and closing, if it weren't for Xu Long being their enemy, they probably would have already started cursing.
"That thing that's neither human nor ghost, did it grow up drinking Fukushima nuclear wastewater?"
Xu Long scoffed. This thing was truly hideous, even uglier than the tentacle monster that toyed with the Emperor's mother, wife, and daughter on the Japan island.
That thing at least looks a lot like an octopus, and it tastes delicious when stir-fried or grilled.
Xu Long couldn't think of any other use for this besides chopping it up and using it as fertilizer.
"Tch, all you're good for is talking."
Flower Lord, now a monster, was exceptionally arrogant. She shouted angrily at Xu Long and leaped over.
"Die! I will use your blood to appease the hatred in my heart!"
At this moment, Flower Lord was no longer as light and graceful as before; instead, she was filled with tyranny and cruelty.
His strong body pressed down on me, giving me an extreme sense of urgency.
bite!
The World-Breaking Blade and the pitchfork collided, producing a crisp sound.
This weapon is unlike any other conventional weapon; it is formed by condensing one's own power.
Even if it is corrupted by the Power of Oblivion, it can recover quickly.
Xu Long didn't know what was so special about this race called the Three-Headed Demon that made Flower Lord have such high hopes for them.
It's worth noting that Flower Lord had experienced the terrifying Power of Oblivion firsthand, yet she still chose to challenge Xu Long, which demonstrates the extraordinary nature of the Three-Headed Demon race.
laugh!
Although Flower Lord was fearless, the Power of Oblivion remained undiminished.
The moment they made contact, the World-Breaking Blade cut in three-tenths of an inch.
If we had a little more time, we could have cut off one of the pitchforks.
Unfortunately, Flower Lord was no ordinary person and gave Xu Long no chance at all.
The two weapons separated after a brief contact, then collided violently again.
After being struck hundreds of times, the pitchfork was riddled with holes and seemed ready to shatter at any moment.
However, at that moment, a faint red light flashed, and the pitchfork returned to its original state, with no trace of the previous erosion visible.
What happened?
Xu Long frowned, immediately realizing what was going on.
This weapon is formed from the energy within the body; if it is damaged, it can be repaired simply by using energy of the same origin.
Even though he knew what had happened, Xu Long didn't relax at all.
This thing is somewhat unsolvable; cutting it off won't help. Only by exhausting the power of the Flower Lord can the battle be ended.
But Flower Lord is no ordinary person; she is a powerful figure from the ancient times, the first flower in the world.
Killing her would be difficult.
bite!
The World-Breaking Blade clashed with the pitchfork once more. Just as Xu Long was about to retaliate, he suddenly sensed a danger approaching.
With almost no time to think, Xu Long twisted his waist and hips, and immediately a crimson sword pierced past him.
"Good heavens! I think I know what this thing is now!"
Xu Long was shocked. No wonder Flower Lord chose the Three-Headed Demon; it was indeed very powerful.
That crimson armor was the weapon's true form; since it could condense into the shape of a pitchfork, it could naturally transform into other forms as well.
This thing, like liquid metal, can appear anywhere.
If you're not careful enough, you could easily be seriously injured in one blow.