Surviving in high-level martial arts and stacking Hextech

Chapter 66 Darkblood, King of Ten Thousand Bloodlines!

"Wipe! Wipe! Wipe!"

Fang Ruo shifted her feet, creating distance between herself and Jiang Feng, thus escaping the vortex of that reckless battle.

His eyes were slightly cold.

The so-called "blood of a split soul" is, as the name suggests, the blood essence of a split soul, which is formed by consuming a large amount of blood essence and condensing it into a clone that is controlled by the original body.

The blood was produced by the superior spiritual treasure, the Soul Separation Vessel. The higher the quality of the essence blood provided by the main body, the stronger the clone that is formed will be, even approaching the strength of the main body.

The only drawback is that the clone cannot last too long.

Although Fang Ruo's current clone has not reached the peak of the Qi and Blood Realm of his original body, it is still at the mid-stage of the Qi and Blood Realm.

She initially thought that with this strength, she should be able to easily defeat Jiang Feng, a martial artist who was only at the Body Tempering Realm, but...

She stared intently at the still vigorous young man in front of her, her face extremely pale.

This kid is definitely not normal!

Putting aside the sheer power he unleashed, which was already comparable to that of a martial artist in the early stages of the Qi and Blood Realm, just the few martial arts techniques he unleashed made her heart pound wildly!

During the [Corridor Defense], she also sensed that the opponent's martial arts contained pseudo-dragon power. However, it was only when she faced him in person that she was shocked to discover why this kid was emitting so much pseudo-dragon power.

His single move carried the power of 15 pseudo-dragons!

What kind of skill or martial art is this?

And... she stared at the dark red scythe in Jiang Feng's hand with trepidation, her chest heaving violently.

What kind of weird thing is this?

At first, she didn't feel any fluctuations coming from the scythe and thought it was some ordinary cold weapon. But after several exchanges, she found that her attack methods, which were powerful enough to split gold and shatter rocks, could not shake the scythe in the slightest!

Even a top-grade spiritual weapon, in the hands of a mere Body Tempering Realm martial artist, could never achieve such an incredible feat.

That can't be right, can it? The weapon in his hand is a Dao artifact?

Fang Ruo was increasingly shocked as she thought about it. After several mental replays, the madness she had been driven mad by hatred suddenly became much clearer, and even her hatred for Jiang Feng was temporarily replaced by this overwhelming shock.

Jiang Feng's side—

Watching Fang Ruo stagger backward, her aura instantly waning to its lowest point, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his expression became equally intriguing.

He had doubts in his heart even when the two first met.

When they were outside, Xu Yuan explained that the rescue team did not include any of the instructors.

So how did Fang Ruo get in?

After several exchanges, he keenly sensed a certain possibility... If this side was willing to enter this place, they must have paid a price.

For example...

Both were at the peak of the Qi and Blood Realm, but the strength displayed by the other party was clearly not as strong as that brought by Sun Hao.

For example, right now—

"Cough cough."

Fang Ruo's clone trembled violently, coughing up a mouthful of scarlet blood. Her face was as pale as paper, and even wiping her lips became difficult.

"Teacher Fang?"

Jiang Feng made up his mind, then suppressed his restless blood and qi, his face regained its smile, and he called out softly.

As he spoke, he took a step closer to Fang Ruo, carrying the Darkin Scythe.

Fang Ruo subconsciously took a step back. She knew she couldn't defeat this kid today, and a struggle flashed in her eyes.

"Teacher Fang, why didn't you use your full strength against me just now?"

Jiang Feng smiled, seemingly asking a question, and then took another step forward.

If Fang Ruo took another step back, in an instant, the struggle in her eyes vanished completely.

She stared intently at Jiang Feng, then gave a bitter laugh, "That's because... go!"

The moment she finished speaking, her entire body suddenly began to twist, and centered on her lips, her body abruptly collapsed, forming a grayish-white vortex.

In the blink of an eye, a drop of rich blood essence shot out from the center of the vortex toward Jiang Feng. Its speed was so fast that the latter's pupils shrank sharply!

"Grass!"

Jiang Feng hadn't expected Fang Ruo to have such a strange backup plan. His figure quickly blurred, leaving behind an afterimage.

At the same instant, a crimson shield appeared before him.

But the speed at which the blood rushed in far exceeded his expectations. In the instant the shield was formed, it had already pierced the sky and reached Jiang Feng!

A faint "clink" sound rang out.

The blood, with its overwhelming and ruthless force, smashed straight through the crimson rock shield surrounding Jiang Feng, like snake fangs, aiming directly at his vital acupoints!

"Go to hell!"

From the vortex formed by Fang Ruo's collapsed body, a sharp female voice roared, and then a gust of wind swept by, and the vortex completely disappeared from the spot.

Jiang Feng was left in shock. At present, his methods were limited to physical clashes and martial arts techniques. He had no way to block attacks involving blood essence!

However, it was completely unexpected—

Just as that essence blood was about to touch his heart, time seemed to slow down countless frames in Jiang Feng's perception.

The dark blood within his body suddenly boiled, began to condense and compress!

A drop of blood, also scarlet but exuding an ancient, dilapidated, and decaying aura, appeared from his heart!

At this moment, two drops of blood, one inside and one outside, began to collide between his brows.

A soft "hum" sound.

The intense pain I had imagined did not occur.

The two drops of blood did not disappear upon impact.

Before him, a drop of new blood, formed from the fusion of those two essences, floated quietly.

No, that wasn't some new blood formed from the fusion of blood, that was...

"Did the Darkborn God's blood absorb Fang Ruo's blood?"

A sudden realization dawned on Jiang Feng's mind. He then opened his hands, letting the drop of Darkblood that had been devoured fall into his palms and re-integrate into his body.

With a slight thought, a massive flood of information flashed through his mind.

"Fang Ruo... Fang Family... Blood of a Divided Soul... Soul-Separating Vessel... Darkborn Divine Blood... King of Ten Thousand Bloodlines..."

In an instant, he learned everything about how Fang Ruo had entered and how the drop of split soul blood had been subdued by the blood of the Dark Ones.

"Darkblood...King of All Blood..."

He muttered those words to himself in a daze, and for some reason, a sense of awe arose within him.

"It seems that the value this Golden Hextech has brought me far exceeds that of a regular Prismatic Hextech."

He grinned, and for the first time, he finally touched upon and understood some of the deeper uses of this terrifying bloodline.

He spread his hands and gave a low shout:

"out!"

The newly formed blood, which contained two drops of blood, emerged from his hand and slowly floated in front of him.

With the help of the Darkborn blood, he has completely mastered the use of this drop of split soul blood. In fact, even Fang Ruo, the original owner of this split soul blood, is not as good at controlling it as he is.

For example, right now.

With a slight thought, his consciousness silently merged into this drop of split soul blood. Then, through the causal relationship between this drop of blood and his original body, it reversed towards Fang Ruo outside the factory area!

At this moment, outside the factory area.

Sensing the blood dissipating, Fang Ruo, alone in the corner, felt heartbroken and turned pale.

Fortunately, in the end, she used this drop of blood, which carried her consciousness, as a sure-fire method to kill him, and sent it into the boy's forehead.

If I'm not mistaken, that kid should be dead by now...

"?!"

Just as she was feeling relieved, Fang Ruo's thoughts suddenly began to slow down, until they became completely blank.

She stood frozen in place, as if she had been immobilized.

Right there in her mind, a familiar voice that sent chills down her spine jumped out.

"Mentor, how have you been?" The voice carried a mocking tone.

It was Jiang Feng.