Chapter 014: River of Blood Qi

After ten days of slaughter, Yang Tian felt no sympathy. Whether in his childhood or now, he had always adhered to his own principles: if someone respected him a foot, he would repay them tenfold. But those who owed him would owe more than tenfold.

The Star Martial Hall had completely crossed his bottom line. His loved ones held the primary place in his heart. However, Yang Tian had not been blinded by hatred; he did not rashly return to the Dragon Star Martial Hall. He believed he could eradicate the Star Martial Hall in a short time.

Inside the cave, Yang Tian took out the void rings he had harvested today. A pile of items appeared before him. His gaze swept over them, and when he saw several jade bottles, a hint of joy flickered in his eyes.

He opened all the jade bottles. Aside from a few healing pills, a blood pill lay in his palm.

"Finally got three," Yang Tian said, taking out two more pills. Looking at the three blood pills before him, his young face was now full of killing intent, and his fists clenched tightly.

"Wang Xing, we'll meet soon. Very soon..."

Yang Tian swallowed the three blood pills directly. The medicinal power instantly dissolved in his body. Blood qi surged, and a vast force of blood qi scoured his flesh. Yang Tian's pores tightened, his body like a burning furnace, as the immense medicinal power was gradually refined.

Nearly a hundred blood droplets in his sea of qi received a continuous supply of blood qi. Under refinement, the hundred droplets expanded, and the energy within them grew stronger under the medicinal power's scouring.

Inside the Ancestral Dragon Ring.

The essence of this realm gathered above Yang Tian's head, faintly forming a small vortex. The refined essence seeped through his pores and converged in his qi sea.

With the aid of the world's essence accelerating refinement, the medicinal power in Yang Tian's body gradually diminished. The hundred blood droplets swelled larger and larger, showing a tendency to merge.

At that moment, his qi sea suddenly surged. The hundred blood droplets seemed on the verge of bursting, and a tearing pain reached his mind.

"Break!" With a low roar, Yang Tian's qi sea shook violently. The hundred blood droplets burst apart, and the abundant blood qi instantly merged. At the same time, the vortex of essence above his head expanded again. He was like a black hole devouring everything.

As the blood droplets burst, the blood qi in his qi sea rampaged like a runaway wild horse, and the newly formed small river of blood qi threatened to collapse.

"River of Blood Qi, condense!" As his voice fell, the essence above his head surged again. The War Heaven Art operated at full power. With a continuous supply of essence, the turmoil in his qi sea gradually stabilized.

After a day of cultivation, Yang Tian's qi sea underwent earth-shaking changes. A river of blood qi, like a celestial bridge, hovered above his qi sea, three times stronger than before.

The river rolled, each drop seeming to possess a hundred jin of force. As it churned, faint wind sounds could be heard.

"Finally broke through." Yang Tian slowly opened his eyes, a trace of crimson light slipping from the corners. Sensing the surging blood qi within, a hint of joy spread across his young face.

"Ha!" Yang Tian threw a punch. A five-foot-long crimson blade cut through the air. Compared to before, this externalized blood qi had solidified into substance, its explosive power further enhanced.

"The sixth level of Blood Refinement can already materialize. This War Heaven Art is truly profound." He scratched his head, the joy on his face deepening.

With ordinary techniques, blood qi could only materialize at the ninth level of Blood Refinement, thereby improving the quality of blood qi. This was also a watershed in the Blood Refinement stage. The combat power of the ninth level far surpassed that of the eighth, and could even easily kill an eighth-level Blood Refinement cultivator.

"Wang Xing, get ready to take my blow!" He suddenly sneered, the anger suppressed for days reignited. Yang Tian knew clearly that for every day he delayed, Lin Yuan's suffering would deepen.

With a stomp of his foot, abundant blood qi burst forth. The ground cracked, and a fissure extended into the distance. By then, Yang Tian had already vanished from the cave.

Half a mile from the Kuangyun City fortress, several disciples of the Dragon Star Martial Hall were patrolling the area. This was the only road leading to the fortress.

At that moment, the disciples were talking in low voices.

"Did you hear? The day before yesterday, Old Wang and the new elite disciple died, almost without resistance." A burly man in tight clothes glanced around and said quietly.

"I heard long ago. The hall master is probably still fuming at the hall. Those two elite disciples took a lot of resources to train. But I always feel something's off. Could that little beast Yang Tian really be that strong?"

A man beside him didn't believe it. Yang Tian gave him a very eerie feeling.

"Tsk, maybe he had some lucky encounter. If the hall master finds out, that's why he sent us to catch him." A rat-faced man clicked his tongue in wonder.

"Xiao Liu, if the hall master hears you say that, he'll skin you alive." The burly man glared at him, though greed flickered in his heart.

Reaching such a high cultivation in a year required immense resources. And Yang Tian was just the adopted son of a ruined family. In their minds, they labeled him as having had a lucky encounter.

But they didn't know how many life-and-death crises Yang Tian had faced to progress so quickly.

Just as the disciples were whispering, a black shadow suddenly shot out from the jungle behind them. A crimson fist light howled past, crossing five zhang in an instant, and blasted through the rat-faced man's chest.

Yang Tian struck down with another palm, and the abundant blood qi instantly shattered the man's internal organs.

"Not good, it's Yang Tian!" The burly man's face changed drastically. He and the eagle-nosed man beside him drew their weapons. An iron spear and a bronze long blade blazed with light. As they struck down, two streams of energy cut through layers of vacuum and surged toward Yang Tian.

Boom! Boom! Yang Tian threw punches, and two solid fist seals burst forth, dispersing the incoming energy. The residual shockwaves exploded, pushing the burly man and the other back several steps.

"Blood qi materialization—the ninth level of Blood Refinement! How is that possible!" After tapping the ground repeatedly to steady himself, the burly man's face showed terror as he roared in disbelief.

"The ninth level of Blood Refinement? Impossible!" The eagle-nosed man refused to believe it. Looking at Yang Tian enveloped in crimson light, his eyes twitched violently.

"What, want to run?" Yang Tian licked his lips and sneered. At that moment, his figure flickered and appeared before the eagle-nosed man. Just as he was about to attack, a whistling wind came from behind.

A sense of crisis struck, and Yang Tian's heart tightened. He stomped hard, launching his body into the air.

The attack missed. A cyan figure appeared on the ground. Wang Xing's gloomy gaze swept through the air.

Stepping on empty air, using the force of the expelled energy, Yang Tian's body rode the momentum and landed ten zhang away.

"Such exquisite control." Not far away, a group of Star Martial Hall disciples rushed over. Leading them was an old man with gray hair. His sharp gaze fixed on Yang Tian's figure, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.