141: Chapter 141 Take this earth-shattering blow from me!

"Hmm?!"

Su Mo raised an eyebrow.

It was the first time he had seen such a vibrant dragon sinew.

"Don't eat me!"

"If you merge with me, you can increase your cultivation Aptitude, and even gain the Demonic Dragon Bloodline!"

The dragon sinew frantically writhed in Su Mo's hand, but it couldn't break free from his grasp.

Crimson Prison originally intended to use self-detonation to hide itself again.

Unexpectedly, this Soul Transformation junior in front of him used some unknown method to instantly suppress the self-detonation and extract its true form.

After losing the cultivation it had accumulated for a long time, its dragon sinew was merely an Innate Supreme Treasure with exceptionally tough material.

Having no other choice, it planned to secretly accumulate strength and look for an Opportunity to bewitch Su Mo and occupy his body.

But he didn't expect Su Mo to completely disregard convention, biting off a thumb-length section in one go.

"Demonic Dragon Bloodline?"

"Are you talking about this?"

Su Mo smiled wickedly, and a ball of blood-colored flame appeared in his hand, identical to the flame Crimson Prison had spat out earlier.

After eating a section of dragon sinew, Su Mo gained a new Talent: [Demonic Dragon: Innate Dragon Flame, Demonic Dragon Physique, Dragon Might].

"How is that possible?!"

The blood-colored dragon sinew instantly went taut, and Crimson Prison's eyes nearly popped out.

"How could you possibly use my Innate Dragon Flame without merging with me?!"

Su Mo curled his lip:

"It seems you no longer have any use. Your only purpose now is to be my snack."

Saying this, he stuffed one end of the dragon sinew into his mouth again.

Facing the increasingly imminent threat of death, Crimson Prison roared:

"Wait!"

"I am part of the Immortal Artifact, chi yu demon bow!"

"Oh?"

Su Mo released his teeth and gently flicked the dragon sinew in his hand.

"Elaborate."

Crimson Prison immediately breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said:

"I'm missing a lot of memories, but I remember being a Demonic Dragon. My Dragon body was integrated into the Immortal Artifact chi yu demon bow, my dragon sinew became the bowstring, and even my Divine Soul was refined into an Artifact Spirit."

"By chance Opportunity, I was brought out from the depths of the Immortal Burial Battlefield by the First Demon Emperor of the Myriad Beast Kingdom."

A bowstring?

I knew the texture was so chewy!

A look of realization flashed in Su Mo's eyes.

"Just having a bowstring alone doesn't seem very useful, does it?"

"I don't need Aptitude enhancement, and Demonic Dragon Bloodline is even more useless..."

Hearing this, the blood-colored dragon sinew flashed with spiritual light, and a small, red-tinged black Dragon phantom emerged from the sinew, swimming in the Void Realm:

"That's because no one can wield me!"

A look of arrogance actually appeared on its small Dragon face:

"Using my dragon sinew as a bowstring, there is no Spiritual Material in this Lower Realm that can withstand me."

"Even if I were truly made into a bowstring, a Mahayana Cultivator trying to shoot an arrow couldn't bear the consumption."

"But if I were used as an Offensive Weapon or..."

Su Mo ignored the rest of its words, looked at the blood-colored dragon sinew in his hand, and an idea arose in his mind.

He took out a red Golden Core from his embrace and began to mold it with his hand.

Although his current cultivation couldn't refine an Immortal Artifact, he believed that making a disposable, temporary carrier was fine.

A moment later, under the restraint of Divine Soul power, the Golden Core transformed into the rudimentary shape of a bow in Su Mo's hand.

"Using the core as the bow, the sinew as the string..."

He muttered to himself, fastening the dragon sinew to both ends of the bow body—

Buzz!!

The crude Core Bow suddenly erupted with heaven-shaking pressure.

The blood-colored dragon sinew automatically straightened, emitting a terrifying aura.

"How could something like this... possibly withstand it..."

Before the words finished, the bow body made of the red Golden Core had already begun to disintegrate.

"Condense for me!"

Su Mo moved his mind, injecting all the light particles he generated into the bow body.

Surprisingly, although the constantly disintegrating bow body was still falling apart, the speed of disintegration was almost equal to the speed of solidification.

Chi Yin truly wasn't exaggerating. Even with a nearly infinite energy supply, Su Mo felt a slight strain despite his highly concentrated Divine Soul.

However, since he had come this far, he had to try shooting it once.

Su Mo took out another Golden Core, shaped it into a crude long strip, and nocked it.

"Pull... for me!"

He roared, and the blood-colored dragon sinew emitted a buzzing sound that set teeth on edge.

"Stop quickly! It's going to explode..."

Chi Yin's shriek came to an abrupt halt.

He saw that the dragon sinew bowstring was actually being slowly drawn into an arc by Su Mo, and it continued to stretch backward.

As the bowstring was stretched, the blood-red light grew brighter, and the arrow, hand-molded from the Golden Core, began to burn with surging Blood Flames.

The surrounding Cultivators felt this terrifying pressure and had already retreated rapidly outside the Imperial City. Every one of them looked horrified, and some even had greed in their eyes.

After a few breaths, Su Mo had drawn the bowstring nearly to its limit, and he prepared to shoot toward the empty sky.

Just then, a furious roar entered Su Mo's ears.

"The position of Demon Emperor is mine!!"

He saw First Imperial Prince's massive body burst out from the ruins nearby.

It must be said that the physique of the Beast Race was truly formidable; after enduring a Body Integration Perfection strike from Crimson Prison, he was actually able to stand up.

At this moment, First Imperial Prince looked like a lunatic, his entire body surging with Blood Flames.

This was a sign that he was burning his Origin essence blood!

His aura climbed steadily, briefly displaying the might of the Mahayana Stage.

"Roar—!!"

"All of you, die!!"

First Imperial Prince transformed into a streak of blood-red light, leaping high and pouncing toward Su Mo.

However, Su Mo curled his lips, casually adjusted the direction of the arrow, and spoke lightly:

"Take this strike!"

The moment the blood-colored arrow left the string, time seemed to stand still!

First Imperial Prince's ferocious expression was frozen mid-air. Only the arrow advanced resolutely, and dense black cracks actually appeared in the air where it passed.

The instant the arrow touched First Imperial Prince's body, his massive physique was broken down into the most minute particles, and everything turned into nothingness.

The arrow's momentum did not diminish. Everyone could only see a pillar of red light soaring into the sky, leaving behind an endless black streak in the heavens.

"Awesome!"

Su Mo let out a joyful, long whistle.

After firing the shot he had been brewing for a long time, an indescribable feeling of satisfaction filled his entire body.

"How is that possible... how is that possible..."

Crimson Prison floated blankly in the air, muttering.

After one shot, the bow body molded from the Golden Core had already dissipated, leaving only a solitary bowstring.

"The power is quite good..."

"But it's definitely inferior to an Immortal Artifact bow body."

Looking at half of the Imperial City shattered by the residual force of that single arrow, Su Mo couldn't help but click his tongue.

This was just a makeshift, crude version that couldn't be simpler. If he truly used an Immortal Artifact as the bow body... he didn't dare imagine how terrifying the power would be.

"It seems you are still somewhat useful."

Just as Su Mo was about to leave, an old and majestic voice sounded behind him.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait. Was that arrow just now shot by you?"