Chapter 190 - 166.4 : Battle Of Gods (1/2)
Holding the old tattered paper, a tower pressure washed over Arthur and sent him flying back for a few hundred meters before he crushed down creating dust and a large crater. It felt suffocating as a force kept pressing on his body, he was barely able to stand up when the pressure multiplied and an even greater force struck him again, however, he was prepared for this blow and knew that teleporting away isn't enough to dodge the force of this mysterious paper that old Tian had just taken out.
Arthur didn't hesitate as he summoned his book of the damned to block the incoming blow. It wasn't accurate to describe it as a blow, it was just pure pressure containing an ancient aura capable of invoking heaven's jealousy.
The book opened instantly and a rotten hand came out of it, the rotten hand was clenched into a fist and small dark threads made out of condensed death energy twirled around the rotten fist and met the pressure.
The pressure which rendered Arthur incapable of moving properly lessened by a huge margin, he used the long chains restraining him to tie the book on his chest then he looked up, coldly staring at the laughing old man.
His figure now looked pretty creepy with a rotten hand erected from his chest, or so it seemed. With the pressure lessening, Arthur was able to breathe a bit.
'As expected, to kill a God is not as simple as I thought.'
Although he suffered a blow, it was not serious and with his insane recovery, the superficial bruises were already healed.
”It is useless to resist. This is a precious a very ancient 3rd Grade Heavenly ranked treasure, it's not something that can be easily stopped.”
A cold light flashed through Tian's crazed eyes, he spread his hands and pressed two of his finger on the old tattered paper whilst coughing a golden drop of blood.
The spectators were flabbergasted, especially the disciples of old Tian's sect. Seeing their elder sacrifice a drop of his blood essence made them realize how terrifying the gray-haired man actually was. This only increased the dread and fascination they felt.
”For Elder Tian to use his Blood Essence! The outcome is already decided.”
The female seriously spoke as her eyes were glued to the tattered paper. For juniors like them, to be bestowed such a powerful treasure is merely a dream unless they were peerless geniuses or prodigies.
The twins and the remaining disciple stared with awe at this grand spectacle. A battle between two powerful gods is not something that can be witnessed every day, at least not in this world.
Blood Essence, to anyone above the God Realm, is as precious as their cultivation, Dantian or even their life! Unlike injured meridians which can be healed, Blood Essence can never be recovered and once used then the user will suffer heavy damage. Not only that, it will greatly hinder their progress in cultivation in the future and limit their achievements which is why young geniuses rarely use their Blood Essence, if never. To push old Tian to such a state, the enemy cannot be a simple character, or so thought these juniors.
As the golden drop merged with the tattered paper, the ancient presence multiplied and a rune came down from the heavens below, covering the entire sky and encompassing the whole area and sucking all the Nether Energy.