139: Chapter 139 One Punch Shatters the Ninth Level of the Dharma Body

The blood-colored Dharma Aspect let out a heart-wrenching roar, its voice filled with unbelievable anger and terror.

It clearly felt that the connection with the altar fragment was rapidly weakening.

That bond of Bloodline connection felt as if it had been forcefully severed.

Meanwhile, deep within the headquarters of the Blood God Cult, tens of thousands of miles away.

Inside a massive palace constructed from white bones.

An old man dressed in blood-colored robes with a withered face suddenly opened his eyes.

His ten fingers, resembling withered branches, tightly gripped the blood-colored altar in front of him.

In the center of the altar, a palm-sized pitch-black fragment was trembling violently.

The Blood God Cult imprint refined upon it was rapidly dissipating as if burned by raging fire.

"You beast, how dare you destroy the ten-thousand-year foundation of my Li family!"

The old man let out a roar of fury, the sound waves shattering countless white bones within the palace.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of essence blood, formed seals with his hands, and chanted words, causing eerie blood-colored runes to fly from his fingertips.

They coiled around the pitch-black fragment like maggots on bone.

"Die for this seat!"

The underground space in the capital.

Sensing the powerful force from its main body, the blood-colored Dharma Aspect flashed with a hint of madness in its crimson eyes.

It roared at the sky, its evil Qi erupting completely, and its massive blood-colored sharp claws tore through the Void Realm, aiming straight for Gu Han's heart.

However, the moment those sharp claws were about to touch Gu Han!

The phantom of the heavenly prison blade, now fused within Gu Han, suddenly erupted with an even louder blade hum!

Hum!

This blade hum was not a sound, but a tremor that struck directly into the depths of the Soul.

The blood-colored sharp claws suddenly stiffened in mid-air.

Immediately after, the incomparably massive blood-colored Dharma Aspect shuddered violently.

Countless fine cracks appeared on its surface, like porcelain about to shatter.

"Pfft!"

The old man, far away at the headquarters, spat out another mouthful of essence blood.

He felt the fragment on the altar was actually backlashing against his power, which made him terrified to the core.

"What kind of power is this?"

Gu Han slowly opened his eyes, golden light flowing in their depths, as if two golden divine blades were floating within them.

He felt the surging and powerful force within his body.

As well as the profound insights brought by the phantom of the heavenly prison blade in his Sea of Consciousness, and the corners of his mouth curled into a bloodthirsty arc.

He knew that after the Fusion of the heavenly prison blade fragment with the core.

It not only made his Heavenly Prison True Qi more pure and solid.

But it also endowed him with a nearly overwhelming suppression of "evil Qi".

"Blood God Cult scum, do you think only you can play with these flashy tricks?"

Gu Han's voice was cold.

He stepped out, his figure turning into a streak of golden light, appearing instantly before the blood-colored Dharma Aspect.

He did not use any Saber Technique, but instead threw a simple and brutal punch.

"Shatter for me!"

On the fist, the golden light was as dazzling as a scorching sun.

The Heavenly Prison True Qi condensed into a tangible golden fist shadow, carrying the dominance to suppress everything, and slammed heavily into the chest of the blood-colored Dharma Aspect!

Boom!

With a deafening explosion, the massive body of the blood-colored Dharma Aspect shuddered violently.

Immediately after, countless cracks spread instantly like a spider web.

Accompanied by a shrill wail, the blood-colored Dharma Aspect exploded, dissipating into a sky full of blood mist!

"Pfft!"

The old man, far away at the Blood God Cult headquarters, spat out blood violently again.

His withered body fell backward, smashing the wall of white bones behind him into pieces.

His eyes were bloodshot, staring fixedly at the dim fragment on the altar, his eyes filled with unbelievable fear.

"Impossible."

"How could a mere Mortal sever the connection between this seat and the holy relic?"

The old man let out an unwilling roar.

He never expected that the Blood God Cult holy relic he prided himself on.

Would actually undergo some kind of transformation in Gu Han's hands, and even backlash against him.

"No matter who you are, I will ensure you die without a burial place!"

The old man let out a roar of fury.

Losing this heavenly prison blade fragment would have an incalculable impact on the Blood God Cult's layout for their plan three months later.

He stood up abruptly, a trace of determination appearing on his withered face.

"Pass on my Blood God Order, summon everyone in the capital."

"Spare no cost to retrieve the holy relic."

"Tear the beast who stole the holy relic into ten thousand pieces."

Meanwhile, in the underground space of the capital.

Gu Han felt the surging power within his body, his eyes flashing with brilliance.

He knew that the Fusion of the heavenly prison blade fragment had caused his strength to take a qualitative leap once again.

Gu Han stood upon the blood-soaked ruins, the golden light around his body restrained, like a peerless divine weapon sheathed.

He felt the surging power brought by the Fusion of the heavenly prison blade fragment in his Dantian, and the corners of his lips curled into a bloodthirsty arc.

The Blood God Cult was even more profound and "wealthy" than he had imagined.

However, the moment he was about to turn and leave.

A faint, eerie aura, like a phantom in the dark night, silently crept into his sharp Divine Sense.

Gu Han's figure suddenly froze, golden light flowing in his eyes.

Yao Race?

There is actually a Yao Race stronghold in the capital?

Furthermore, this aura carried a sense of ancient savagery and cunning, definitely not something an ordinary small Yao could possess.

He looked up abruptly, his gaze tearing through the night, shooting straight into the depths of this underground space.

"Hehehe..."

"What a fine Zhenwu Division Commander, daring to trespass into my Blood God Cult branch!"

A sinister laugh echoed from the depths of the underground space.

Immediately after, a blood-colored formation suddenly lit up, illuminating the entire space like an Asura purgatory.

In the center of the formation, an old man dressed in blood-colored robes with a withered face slowly appeared.

He was none other than the highest person in charge of the Blood God Cult's branch in the capital, Fierce Evil.

Fierce Evil's crimson eyes stared fixedly at Gu Han, filled with resentment and wariness.

He had witnessed with his own eyes Gu Han using thunderous means to crush and kill his two hall masters and all his subordinates.

Even that blood-colored Dharma Aspect, at the Peak of the Ninth Layer of the Dharma Aspect Realm, had been shattered by Gu Han with a single punch.

Such strength had exceeded Fierce Evil's understanding.

He took a deep breath, forcing down the shock in his heart, his voice hoarse and cold.

"This seat underestimated you."

"Gu Tian, I didn't expect you to have such cultivation at such a young age."

"However... since you have stepped into this place tonight, don't think about leaving alive."

Fierce Evil formed seals with his hands, and the formation's light flared brightly.

Trails of blood-colored runes rose from the ground like living creatures, instantly turning into chains of blood.

Carrying a heart-palpitating evil Qi, they roared toward Gu Han.

"You dare to show off these tricks in front of me?"

"Can't you guys change your lines?"

Gu Han sneered, his eyes filled with cold murderous intent.

He did not retreat in the slightest, his Heavenly Prison True Qi erupting explosively.

He stepped out, his figure turning into a streak of golden light, instantly closing in on Fierce Evil.

"Blood God Cult scum, This Young Master said, tonight, my heart is not at peace, so I shall kill!"

Fierce Evil's pupils constricted, as he felt an even more terrifying pressure from Gu Han than before.

This kid is actually still getting stronger.

He dared not block it head-on, his figure shooting backward.

At the same time, blood-colored runes flickered in his hands, attempting to trigger a stronger Restriction.

However, Gu Han's speed was fast to the extreme.

Just as Fierce Evil was about to act, Gu Han's fist had already arrived.

"Boom!"

With a muffled thud, Fierce Evil crossed his arms, barely blocking this punch.

But his whole body felt like it had been hit by a heavy blow, and he spat out blood violently.

His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily against the edge of the formation.

"You... what kind of monster are you?"

"How could you be so strong?"

Fierce Evil was terrified to the extreme; he tried his best to steady his figure, his face under the mask as pale as paper.