176: Chapter 176 Borrowing Your Blood to Slap Your Face

"Bland?"

Saint Son Li Tianxing hung in mid-air, his face, previously distorted by anger, suddenly and eerily calmed down.

He looked down at the man below, whose left arm was swollen like a balloon and whose entire body was emitting red smoke, and slowly extended his hands.

There was no earth-shattering fluctuation of Spiritual Qi.

One could see his palms, which were originally slender and fair, turning red and transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye, finally transforming into a texture like red crystal.

His fingernails grew three inches long, their edges flashing with a chilling light that made one's heart palpitate, and within every finger flowed a substantial, toxic blood miasma.

Blood River Sect Secret Technique—Blood Demon Hand.

Rather than wasting Spiritual Qi to feed that eerie absorption Formation, it was better to use the most primitive and concentrated power to tear this arrogant Body Cultivator into pieces.

"Since your appetite is so good..."

Saint Son Li Tianxing's figure suddenly vanished.

When he reappeared, he was less than a foot above Gu Yan's head.

"Then I'll burst you!"

The crystal-like sharp claws, carrying a shrill whistle that tore through space, slashed fiercely toward Gu Yan's crown.

This strike condensed his entire Golden Core Mid-Stage cultivation, with not a trace leaking out, possessing only extreme sharpness and deadly poison.

Gu Yan did not dodge.

Or rather, the energy within his body that was about to explode made him not want to dodge at all.

He only tilted his head slightly and slammed his left shoulder upward.

"Clang—!!!"

A sound of metal clashing, loud enough to shatter eardrums, exploded in the high sky.

Saint Son Li Tianxing's sharp claws grabbed onto the hideous beast head on the asura armguard.

Sparks flew everywhere, and five deep white marks were gouged into the dark golden scales, yet they did not break.

On the contrary, Saint Son Li Tianxing felt as if his fingers had been thrust into ten-thousand-year black iron, and a sharp pain shot through his finger bones.

"How is this possible?!"

Saint Son Li Tianxing's pupils trembled slightly.

This was the Blood Demon Hand capable of shattering a Low Grade Magic Treasure; how could it not even break this layer of skin?

"Nothing is impossible."

Gu Yan's voice came from below, carrying a wave of scorching steam.

He raised his head; in those crimson eyes, there was not a hint of pain, only the ferocity of a beast.

"Your blood, the purity is not enough."

Gu Yan's Wild Tyrant Body already had astonishing defense, and coupled with the Blood River Battle Body after the Fusion of the blood river bead, he had a natural immunity to blood-based attacks of the same origin.

Saint Son Li Tianxing's blood poison, which could corrode metal and stone, drilled into his body and felt as if it had returned home; not only did it cause no damage, but it was swallowed in one gulp by the greedy blood river bead.

"Returning it to you!"

Gu Yan let out a low growl, and the muscles on his left arm, swollen to their limit, suddenly contracted.

The energy of the blood river he had just absorbed was treated as gunpowder in this instant, all compressed within his left fist.

Boom!

The beast head on the asura armguard opened its maw, letting out an earth-shattering roar.

Gu Yan threw an uppercut, without any bells or whistles, heading straight for Saint Son Li Tianxing's chin.

"Bad!"

Saint Son Li Tianxing sensed the terrifying power contained in this punch—it was clearly his own Spiritual Qi, yet it had been struck back by the opponent in an even more violent manner.

He had no time to change his move, so he could only cross his hands and press down, and a thick, blood-colored crystal shield instantly formed in front of him.

"Blood Crystal Shield!"

The next second.

The fist smashed into the shield.

"Crack."

The crisp sound of shattering was exceptionally harsh on the battlefield.

That Blood Crystal Shield, which claimed to be able to withstand a full-force strike from the same Realm, was as fragile as a piece of thin ice before Gu Yan's punch, which borrowed force to strike and returned it doubled.

The fist's edge was unstoppable, shattering the shield, knocking aside Saint Son Li Tianxing's hands, and finally landing solidly on his chin.

"Bang!"

Saint Son Li Tianxing's head snapped backward, and his whole body, like a kicked ball, shot straight into the high sky.

Several teeth stained with blood mixed in with the sprayed blood, tracing a sorrowfully beautiful arc in the air.

Gu Yan did not pursue.

He stood in place and shook his left hand.

As that punch was thrown, the swelling pain in his left arm that felt like it was about to explode finally vanished, and the asura armguard returned to its normal dark gold color, though the scent of blood on it was heavier.

"Refreshing."

Gu Yan spat out a breath of foul air mixed with blood foam.

This feeling of using the enemy's energy to slap the enemy's face was indeed much more satisfying than simple hand-to-hand combat.

High above.

Saint Son Li Tianxing forcibly steadied his figure.

He clutched his chin; that face, originally effeminate and handsome, was now swollen in a large patch, looking both comical and hideous.

But he did not charge down again.

In those narrow, long eyes, the original contempt and greed had vanished, replaced by a deep wariness and a trace of imperceptible... fear.

The contact in that instant had confirmed one thing for him.

This brat at the Foundation Establishment Stage was not simply someone who had stolen the blood river bead.

He was practically a natural-born demonic fetus!

That ability to control blood Qi was even more overbearing than his own, the legitimate "Blood Scion"!

"Close combat... is a disadvantage."

Saint Son Li Tianxing was a smart man, and also a man who cherished his life.

He realized that fighting head-on in this area, which was covered by the opponent's Formation and where the opponent's Physical Body was extremely eerie, was not a wise move.

"Since I can't win in physical combat, then I will wear you to death."

Saint Son Li Tianxing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his figure rose, and he opened up an absolutely safe distance.

He spread his hands, and his tattered blood robe fluttered without wind.

"Blood River Sect Secret Technique—Blood Sea Raging to the Heavens!"

It was not an attack Spell.

One could see the blood river beneath his feet suddenly expand, transforming into a thin blood mist that completely enveloped the sky for ten miles around.

Gu Yan frowned slightly.

He could feel that the surrounding Spiritual Qi was being isolated by this layer of blood mist.

"Trying to trap and kill me?"

Gu Yan looked up at the flickering figure in the heights.

Saint Son Li Tianxing intended to use his Realm advantage to wear him to death through sheer Spiritual Qi reserves under the coverage of a large-scale Spell.

After all, the Qi recovery speed of the Foundation Establishment Stage could not even catch up to the Golden Core Stage.

"Unfortunately, you chose the wrong battlefield."

Gu Yan lowered his head and glanced at the deep valley below.

That was the grave he had specially chosen for Saint Son Li Tianxing.

"Run!"

Gu Yan suddenly shouted and turned to flee.

The red light on his body quickly dimmed, and his whole body, as if exhausted, swayed as he plummeted toward the place outside the city named "Soul Falling Valley."

"Want to run?"

Saint Son Li Tianxing, high in the sky, saw this, and a cold sneer flashed in his eyes.

"Just a spent arrow."

He did not hesitate in the slightest, driving the sky-filling blood mist like a moving dark cloud, pressing toward the direction where Gu Yan was fleeing.

As long as he left that damned city-protecting Formation, this Foundation Establishment ant would be meat on the chopping block!