Chapter Forty-Five: Suppressing the Divine Blood

  A sea of blood surges, all kinds of crimes and sins, coldness, bitter resentment, filth and pollution arrive.

  Lin Huang stood barefoot in the sea of blood, with the six divine lights spreading out. The earth, water, fire, wind, yin and yang were all shaken, and under his feet bloomed lotus flowers of six colors, unaffected by any external forces.

  "It's interesting."

  Lin Huang's pace was neither swift nor slow, his mind focused intently as he carefully sensed the mysteries of the Blood Sea, as if he had gained some insight.

  "The Blood God became a god through the blood path. Who would have thought that there were so many secrets in this blood."

  Lin Huang let out a sigh and suddenly felt that the road ahead was endless, and he still had a long way to go.

  "But with just this Blood Sea and Blood Crystal, you think you can trap me?"

  Lin Huang spoke in a flat tone, as if it wasn't him who was currently trapped in the sea of blood.

  Xue Linglong let out a gentle smile, her voice extremely distant yet extremely close, as if every drop of blood in this bloody sea was her.

  "A mere Blood Sea can't hold you back. However, I have a Blood Drop in hand, and it's still unclear who will be the one to kill the deer."

  Xue Linglong's voice suddenly became low and cold, with a chilling aura that made people feel suffocated. The calm surface of the Blood Sea was suddenly disrupted by a massive wave, as if something had burst forth from beneath. A blood dragon emerged, its eyes filled with resentment, cruelty, and despair, charging towards Lin Huang with a deafening roar.

  Lin Huang's face was expressionless, he raised his hand, clenched his fist, and with a majestic aura, dispelled all evil.

  Yang fist sweeps across the sky, yang energy reaches its peak, this is the way of Taiyang, with infinite light and infinite heat, eliminating all yin evil.

  "Huh?!"

  A burst of Yang Fist shot out, Lin Huang thought that the Blood Dragon condensed from the Blood Sea would evaporate like snow under this Yang Fist, but unexpectedly, the Blood Dragon let out a mournful cry, its ferocity unabated, and with a swing of its tail, it strangled the heavens and earth.

  "It's interesting." Lin Huang nodded, and with a backhand, another punch was thrown. This punch grasped the earth and rose up, one punch that was the entire earth's power, power bursting forth, thick and unmatched, like the starry sky pressing down, directly blasting Blood Dragon to pieces.

  "Good boxing skills. Unfortunately, you still can't escape."

  After a brief probe, Xue Linglong was shocked in her heart, but she felt that she could still defeat Lin Huang. She let out a tender cry, and the Blood Sea surged, with thirteen blood-colored silhouettes appearing on the surface of the Blood Sea.

  Blood Dragon, Blood Phoenix, Blood Turtle, Blood Tiger, Blood Qilin, and the blood-colored Heavenly Man with six wings on his back. The blood-colored Three-eyed Clan that opened the heavenly eye, the remaining ones looked ordinary, but each of the blood shadows emitted a majestic aura, straight wolf smoke, not weak in the forest wilderness.

  "Haha. Lin Huang, enjoy the thirteen Blood Gods in the Blood Drop well."

  Xue Linglong's voice was sometimes far and sometimes near, it was unknown where she was hiding, Lin Huang didn't seem to have seen her terror, Xue Linglong let out a cold laugh, sinister and cold-blooded, and continued.

  "These thirteen Blood Gods, each one is an existence that has obtained the Holy Position, contending with my God, and finally being killed by my God, taking their true blood, returning to their ancestral origin, condensing the thirteen Blood Gods. Each one is incredibly powerful, under the gods, there is no enemy to be found. You, wait for your death."

  Lin's eyebrows rose and he nodded, "Very well. In that case, it won't be considered as me bullying a junior."

  One sentence enraged, the Blood Linglong burst forth like thunder, thirteen Blood God Sons exploded instantly, radiant divine light, even if already dead, but the Holy Rank is still the Holy Rank, one move and it's a great perfect Dao principle.

  Hurry up!

  The fastest was a short and small Blood Shadow, with one knife flashing by, no light of the knife could be seen, and in an instant it arrived in front of Lin Huang's eyes, so fast that Lin Huang didn't even have time to think about dodging.

  "This is a Demon Saint of the Sang Ghost Tribe. He is the founder of the One Knife Flow in the Sang Realm, and with one knife, ghosts and gods do not remain. Lin Huang, I'll see how you die."

  Every word Blood Ling said was a knife, or a thousand knives, that stabbed at the short and small Blood Shadow.

  Lin Huang was also greatly shocked, never expecting that there would be someone in this world who could cultivate such a fast knife, one that surpassed time and space, as if it had come to kill from the past and future.

  "Good. Good. Good!"

  Lin Hu's loud shout, a single word blocks a knife, his palm grasps, overbearing and tyrannical, no matter how many knives, one grasp brings them to the center of his palm, and with a tight grip, he unleashes a fist.

  The wind rises, tearing through the void.

  Lin Huang recalled the Wind Fist, bringing forth countless changes. With each gust of wind and every ripple, a new transformation emerged. No matter how swift the short Blood Shadow's knife was, clashing incessantly, all were blocked.

  Boom!

  A fierce punch, slammed down on Lin Huang's head.

  This is a demigod of the Titan tribe.

  Titan, is the earth, this punch crashes down, thick and heavy like the earth, breaking through the void, powerful beyond imagination.

  Lin Huang didn't even turn his head back and instead countered with a ground punch.

  Two fists collided, Lin Huang's foot sank, his face expressionless, the Six Paths Divine Fist was unleashed, opening and closing, a swift arrow step, charging to the side of the Titan Clan's Blood Shadow, long fist stirring, three loud punches struck down, reversing his hand with a press, overturning heaven and earth, like a great heavenly millstone, instantly blasting that Titan Clan's Blood Shadow.

  One punch shattered the Titan Clan's Blood Shadow, Lin Huang deeply inhaled a breath of air and suddenly exhaled, transforming into three thousand Lin Huangs, all simultaneously throwing out a fist. This fist was named Wind, sweeping across the heavens and earth.

  The blood shadow of the Nasan ghost tribe burst open with a "plop" like a bubble.

  In the blink of an eye, two blood shadows were annihilated. Lin Huang burst into three loud laughs, one shaking the heavens, one shaking the earth, and one shaking the space between humans. He raised his hand, clenched his fist, and launched a devastating attack that shook a radius of 3,000 miles. One punch was faster than the last, and with a snap of his fingers, he unleashed 3,000 punches in an instant. With a long whistle, he stepped into the void, breaking through the emptiness, and reached out to grab something.

  This boundless sea of blood shattered like a phantom bubble, and the remaining Blood God's children were killed with a few loud noises.

  Lin Huang stretched out his hand and picked it up, carrying the blood-stained neck out.

  Swallowing treasure, staring with mouth agape, not daring to believe it, seeing Lin Huang extract the Blood Lingzhu like a dead dog. After being shocked and frightened, he then felt delighted at someone else's misfortune, running up quickly, pulling off a section of the seven-colored golden lock chain from his own neck, wanting to put it on Blood Lingzhu's neck.

  Xue Linglong's face turned pale, and she looked at Lin Huang with a shocked and uncertain gaze. Suddenly, she let out a soft, flirtatious laugh, "Good. It seems everyone has misjudged you. You're not a fake saint at all, but can be considered a great saint."

  "The thirteen quasi-saints' Blood God Son can't even withstand your ten breaths."

  "They're just corpses. The Blood Path is indeed extraordinary, but you haven't mastered it yet. If the Blood God were to be used, I naturally wouldn't be able to withstand it."

  Lin Huang faintly opened his mouth and looked at the Seven-Colored Golden Lock Chain being put around Xue Lian's neck, who was secretly delighted by her misfortune.

  "Heh heh. Are you going to keep me as a pet?" Xue Linglong calmed down, reached out and flicked the chain on her neck, then suddenly giggled, "Next time, if you can catch me again, I'll be your pet, what's it to you?"

  As soon as the words fell, the blood-colored figure suddenly dispersed and transformed into tens of thousands of blood-colored bats, fleeing in all directions.

  "Ah no, I'm in trouble, I forgot she had this move." Duobao cried out in dismay.

  Lin Huang's face was expressionless as he reached out with one hand, encompassing the eight extremes and grasping the world. All of the blood-colored bats fell into his hands.

  Lin Huang raised an eyebrow and withdrew his hand, saying: "Still underestimated these divine blood descendants, no need to say more, this life-saving method is indeed unparalleled."

  Swallowing her treasure, she hung her head in grief, and immediately knew that Lin Huang had also failed to stop Xue Linglong, allowing her to escape.

  "Despicable. Why don't we, the Pi Xiu tribe, have a way to escape? It's all because of that damned Lin Huang, I'm stuck being his pet." Bao'er tugged at the chain around her neck in frustration, feeling resentful.

  Just as she was worrying, Duanbao saw a blood-colored bat flying back from afar in a fluster. She couldn't help but cry out in surprise, "I knew it. Xuelin, you wouldn't be so heartless as to abandon me and let him keep me as a pet."

  Xue Linglong's face turned pale, her bat wings broken, and she fell to the ground at Lin Huang's feet, exclaiming in terror: "No, someone even more ruthless is coming from over there!"

  As soon as the words fell, the ground shook and a terrifying giant beast burst out.