779 Kneeling Down and Begging (1/2)

Xin Yichuan had a look of shock on his face. The bloodthirsty murderous intent kept attacking his declarative memory, giving him the desire to mutilate himself. He had never encountered such an incident before. It was as though he had gone berserk.

\”That's a heretic weapon!\”

Xin Yichuan finally realized how terrifying an item the blood dragon claw in Mo Wen's hand was. By just grazing a wound on his body, ten percent of his Vital Qi had been drained away. Evil flames burned on his chest, constantly consuming his vitality.

Rip!

Almost without any hesitation, Xin Yichuan tore a large chunk of his flesh off of his chest. He did not worry about spending large amounts of Vital Qi to surge and seal the wound. He was afraid that he would be contaminated again by the crimson flames.

In an instant, Xin Yichuan's expression turned pale. His aura quickly weakened and half of his Vital Qi was directly spent. His entire person seemed to have aged by more than ten years.

\”You are actually using a heretic weapon.\”

Xin Yichuan looked sullenly at Mo Wen. His voice seemed feeble and old. The damage the blood dragon claw had done to him was definitely more than what appeared on the surface. Even his cultivation might have deteriorated. It was his first time encountering such an evil item.

\”What heretic weapon or righteous weapon? It is just a weapon,\” Mo Wen said plainly. The Blood Clotting Claw was indeed demonic. It could even harm the user's own body if they weren't careful. But what of it? If it was used justly, it was righteous; if used wickedly, it was evil.

\”Aren't you afraid that the Huatian Palace will investigate you?\” Xin Yichuan said coldly. The blood dragon claw was definitely not an ordinary profound level weapon. It most likely originated from the heretic path.

\”You sure talk a lot of nonsense. That's none of your concern,\” Mo Wen said plainly.

With a flash of his silhouette, Mo Wen disappeared from his original spot. All around, silhouettes appeared, each of them gathering towards Xin Yichuan.

Xin Yichuan narrowed his eyes. The hair on his body stood on end. Mo Wen's physical movements were too miraculous; even he could not see through them. His attainments of movement techniques had already reached an inconceivable level.

What Xin Yichuan was most wary of was still the bizarre blood dragon claw. Even if he suffered a slight graze, he would suffer severe injuries and could actually die.

Fear welled up in him. He lost his courage and began to retreat subconsciously.

But Mo Wen's Glory of Wind was incredible and could not be evaded. Like a shadow, a Blood Dragon formed from blood suddenly appeared in mid-air. The Blood Dragon was a few hundred meters long. With a whip of its tail, it directly shattered the bat illusion.

At the same time, a huge blood dragon claw stretched out of the sky and enveloped Xin Yichuan.

The huge blood dragon claw was purely made up of blood. It did not have any real attack power, but it was imposing and astonishing beyond compare. It was as though a real Primeval Divine Dragon had stretched out its claw. An endless majestic and evil aura swept out. Xin Yichuan was affected the most by the aura. Under the dominance of the aura, his movements were slowed down in an instant.

\”Damn it. I'll fight you to the death.\”

Xin Yichuan knew that he could not evade Mo Wen's attack. He steadied his heart. In a bout of rage, he did not retreat and instead advanced, directly crashing into Mo Wen.

\”Flaming Meteor!\”

A scorching aura emanated from Xin Yichuan's body. The aura was like a living volcano about to erupt. The ash white rock armor on his body instantly turned completely red. In between the cracks, there seemed to be thick magma flowing out.

Right now, Xin Yichuan was like a living volcano. His entire body was filled with an explosive power from top to bottom. The aura seemed to be able to even flatten a mountain top. Immense power could be felt shooting up into the sky in a radius of a hundred kilometers. A Martial Arts Grandmaster fighting for his life had frightening power.

\”You have actually practiced such an incredible fire attribute martial art teaching.\”

The corner of Mo Wen's mouth curled into a cold smile. The aura on his body shifted. The next moment, golden light shone. An utmost Yang and hot aura swept out from his body, instantly suppressing the scorching Qi on Xin Yichuan's body. It was like the light from the core of the sun, burning even the heavens and the earth.

The granite in the square melted bit by bit. The palace halls in the distance also caught fire on their own. Boulders turned into magma and detached from the mountain. The entire mountain top seemed to be melting bit by bit.

\”Such frightening flames. Commanding both ice and fire. How is it possible?\”

Xin Yichuan did not dare to believe his eyes. The power in his body was completely suppressed. A more powerful Flame Qi directly suppressed the live volcano in his body.

Rumble!

The two of them collided. With Xin Yichuan being restricted in many aspects, he could not unleash his full ability in front of Mo Wen at all and was sent flying backward.

A crimson claw passed through the air and entered Xin Yichuan's body.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

Masses of crimson flame emerged from Xin Yichuan's body. They enveloped his body, burning intensely. The crimson flames contained an unparalleled sinister Ying cold aura which was utterly evil.

Among the crimson flames, Xin Yichuan's facial expression was pale. His body collapsed and his eyes were dull. He looked intently at Mo Wen and then raised his hand and struck his own chest. A pristine power exploded out from his body. The power was the most pristine and fundamental energy, the core of Xin Yichuan's more than a hundred years of cultivation.