Chapter 1504: The Earthblood Cauldrons! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

”How could this be?”

The Wushang Village Chief's eyes went wide. He had put all his strength into this attack, but it had been blocked by one small cauldron.

The Demonic Emperor Old Man was even more shocked than the Wushang Village Chief.

”Ritual… ritual tools!”

Unlike the Wushang Village Chief, who had been isolated in his village for many years, the Demonic Emperor Old Man possessed abundant experience, but this experience only made him more shocked.

He recognized those two objects that had suddenly flown out of Bagushidu's body.

Those were two authentic ritual tools!

In the martial arts world, precious and rare swords were countless, as were treasures with special abilities. For example, the metal box that could recognize the men in black and the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner that had appeared at the Battle of Talas were treasures, with the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner in particular possessing astonishing power.

But those treasures that could be called ritual tools were incredibly rare in the martial arts world.

All rituals tools were constructed from unique materials that made them extremely sturdy, and these treasures all possessed unique powers. Unlike ordinary treasures, these ritual tools could fuse with the martial artist to boost their power and block external attacks.

But what attracted the Demonic Emperor Old Man's attention the most was that the surfaces of these ritual tools had dark red streaks like blood vessels across them. This was not some sort of decoration, but rather Bagushidu's blood flowing from his body into the cauldrons.

A ritual tool was connected to a martial artist's life. A martial artist would only ever be able to use one ritual tool for their entire life, and they could never give it up nor have it taken away. Only death through old age or battle could cut off their connection to the ritual tool. Once this occurred, the last bits of vitality, consciousness, and memories would be absorbed into the ritual tool, upon which the ritual tool would begin to look for its next master.

The most unique aspect of ritual tools was this formidable ability to pass on an energy that grew stronger and stronger through the generations. If an ordinary person got their hands on a ritual tool, they could immediately become an elite expert.

The forging of a ritual tool required one generation of people after another to give up their lives. This was precisely why they were so rare in the martial arts world.

The Demonic Emperor Old Man had not imagined that a Hu expert would possess something so rare.

”The Earthblood Cauldrons!”

No one was more stunned than the Lone Silence Ancestor.

Unlike the Demonic Emperor Old Man and Wushang Village Chief, the Lone Silence Ancestor, being also a resident of the northeast, had long ago heard that Bagushidu had some sort of powerful weapon. But not even he had imagined that this weapon would be a ritual tool.

And it was even the ritual tool that had the Eastern Turkic Khaganate was said to have lost more than two hundred years ago, the Earthblood Cauldrons!

The dark red veins on the cauldrons' surfaces and the mysterious ancient Turkic words were the best indication of the Earthblood Cauldrons' identity.

To those Han in the northeast who knew the language of the Eastern Turkic Khaganate, the ancient Turkic words on the cauldrons were an extremely solemn prayer to the earth.

As long as the Earthblood Cauldrons remained, it would be basically impossible to ambush Bagushidu.

Everyone instantly scowled.

Wang Chong's heart also sank.

”Heh, King of Foreign Lands, you're truly someone that I can't let my guard down around,” Bagushidu suddenly said.

Ignoring the Demonic Emperor Old Man and the white-haired Wushang Village Chief, Bagushidu turned his thin and sharp eyes on Wang Chong and smirked.

The attacks of the Demonic Emperor Old Man and Wushang Village Chief were secondary, as they were simply incapable of breaking through his ritual tool. What had truly almost cast Bagushidu into the abyss was Wang Chong's Psychic Energy attack.

Even his Earthblood Cauldrons had been affected at that moment. If he had been just a little slower, if the Earthblood Cauldrons had appeared just a moment later, the sneak attack might have succeeded.

What had seemed the least threatening had actually been the most threatening. Not even Bagushidu had predicted this.

”King of Foreign Lands, if you would forgive me for asking, when did you manage to notify them?”

Bagushidu bluntly accused Wang Chong with these words. It was clear that Wang Chong had been the planner and commander behind this attack.

Wang Chong said nothing, his heart sinking even more.

Their greatest mistake had been underestimating Bagushidu. This Eastern Turkic King was far more terrifying than they had imagined.

”The winner is king while the loser is scorned. Since I have lost, I have nothing more to say. You can do whatever you want to me!” Wang Chong calmly said, and slowly closed his eyes. Bagushidu was simply too powerful, and no one present was a match for him.

”Heh, relax. You're the Great Tang's King of Foreign Lands, the new War God that both the eastern and western worlds fear. There are even some people that say that your grasp of war has already surpassed Su Zhengchen from one hundred years ago. This king has always held great respect for you and would never treat you so roughly. After all, this king still has something he needs from you.”