Chapter 1812: The Appearance of the Chen Spirit Emperor

"Break!"

Seeing him block the Dragon Bone Spear, Zhang Xuan's expression changed. No longer caring to hide his identity, the Demonic Mystic Blade appeared, and he raised his hand to slash at him.

Although the old man was a strong cultivator at the Second Heaven of Ancient Sage, the Hundred Schools of Thought realm, he had expended a great deal of energy purifying the dragon blood, and his strength was far from what it had been. With a single strike, the barrier he had formed was torn apart by the Demonic Mystic Blade.

"Pfft!"

Blood sprayed out. The old man did not retreat; his eyes turned crimson, and he raised his hand again.

True qi surged forth, trapping the Dragon Bone Spear, preventing it from reaching the dragon blood for a short time.

"You're asking for death!"

Unexpectedly, this fellow, despite being so weakened, was still so tenacious. Zhang Xuan's face showed anger as he brought the Demonic Mystic Blade down again.

Once this fellow was killed, the restraint he had formed would naturally dissipate.

"Hmph!"

Knowing he would attack, the old man slid his palm forward.

A silk-like object flew out, in the blink of an eye covering the sky, enveloping the blade light.

It was a treasure. Although it had not reached the Ancient Sage level, it was at the very peak of Half-Ancient Sage, carrying a powerful hypnotic and binding effect. As soon as it appeared, Zhang Xuan felt the true qi in his body become restrained, difficult to unleash.

Whoosh!

An Ancient Sage of the Spirit Race abruptly appeared, throwing a punch through the air to meet it.

It was none other than the corpse Zhang Xuan had refined earlier.

Rip!

Although it was just a corpse, refined into a soulless golden man, it possessed formidable combat power. With one punch, space shattered, and the red silk was torn to shreds.

Pfft!

A second mouthful of blood gushed out. The old man, already severely injured, could no longer hold on. He flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground, seemingly unable to move for a short time.

"Go quickly!"

The Demonic Mystic Blade slashed twice, tearing open the seal left by the old man. Zhang Xuan shouted loudly.

"Yes!"

The Dragon Bone Spear let out a whistle and charged forward.

In the blink of an eye, it reached the dragon blood. The massive bone dragon opened its mouth and bit toward the blood.

Whoosh!

Just as the blood was about to enter its body, all movements seemed to be instantly frozen. The bone dragon stiffened in midair, motionless, and the blood also hung quietly, the dragon shape within no longer roaring.

"Damn..."

Zhang Xuan's pupils contracted. He quickly looked up and saw a figure appearing from somewhere, pointing a finger forward.

The space before them was frozen—this was his doing.

Spirit Emperor!

The Chen Spirit Emperor had appeared at this very moment. Although his face was somewhat pale, suggesting he had not fully recovered, he was still a strong cultivator at the peak of Blood Rebirth. The Dragon Bone Spear was no match for him!

"Are you that Zhang Xuan? You dare come to the Spirit Race? Seeking death..."

Freezing space, the Chen Spirit Emperor raised an eyebrow and looked at Zhang Xuan, anger in his eyes.

The Dragon Bone Spear and Demonic Mystic Blade were iconic items. Even though Zhang Xuan was disguised as Ancient Sage Lanya, he was still recognized.

"Whether I seek death or not is not for you to decide. Ruthless, make your move!"

Seeing the opponent appear, Zhang Xuan's hand shook, and he summoned his strongest trump card.

The Book of Heaven's Path appeared. A hand extended from the book, and its fingertip lightly traced.

Rip!

The frozen space began to flow again. The bone dragon's massive mouth quickly closed.

Crack!

Teeth clashed, shaking the surroundings, but the dragon blood was not swallowed.

"A human has infiltrated this place? Spirit Emperor, your defenses are getting worse..."

A faint voice sounded, followed by a seductive figure appearing in the hall. The drop of blood spun on her fingertip.

Clearly, at the moment the bone dragon was about to swallow it, she had snatched the dragon blood away.

It was a woman, appearing around thirty years old, with unfathomable cultivation. Like the old man before, she had also reached the Second Heaven of Ancient Sage, the Hundred Schools of Thought realm.

Zhang Xuan frowned.

He had guessed that the Spirit Emperor's bedchamber would have several Ancient Sages, but he hadn't expected them to arrive so quickly.

"Seize the blood..."

Knowing time was of the essence—every extra second meant more danger—Zhang Xuan quickly gave the order.

Swoosh!

The hand from the Book of Heaven's Path reached through the air toward the woman holding the blood.

With that grab, space was frozen, and the woman's body was instantly immobilized, unable to move.

Bang!

Her face flushed, and with a single blow, she flew backward.

"Take it..."

Unexpectedly, the hand was so powerful. The woman flicked her finger, and the blood flew toward the Spirit Emperor.

The Spirit Emperor flickered, appearing beside it, and reached out to grab it.

The hand from the book also tore through the air to seize it.

The immense forces clashed, and the surrounding formations could not withstand it, cracking apart.

"What's happening?"

"The Spirit Emperor is fighting someone..."

Whoosh!

In an instant, two more Ancient Sages flew in. Like the woman, they were at the Hundred Schools of Thought realm. Though their levels were not high, their combined power was formidable.

Ruthless was about to take the blood into his hand, but with the obstruction of these two Ancient Sages, he could no longer advance an inch, as if nailed to the spot.

"Activate the formation!"

Repelled by Ruthless's power, the Spirit Emperor could not reach the dragon blood either. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed with his hand.

Hum!

The formations arranged in the hall activated. Countless beams of light enveloped Ruthless in the blink of an eye.

This was his lair. He had spent countless years setting up the runes and formations. Although Ruthless had now recovered to the peak of Blood Rebirth, he still could not break free in a short time.

"This blood, which I spent immense effort to purify, how could it be taken by an outsider?"

Seeing Ruthless trapped, the Chen Spirit Emperor breathed a sigh of relief and snorted coldly. He grabbed through the air, and the blood immediately floated into his palm, radiating狂暴 power.

He tapped it again, and the dragon shape coiled within let out a whimper, as if its intelligence was being erased on the spot.

He turned his wrist and opened his mouth to swallow it.

He was severely injured, his foundation destroyed. Without intervention, he would die soon. But now, nourished by the dragon blood, he could fully recover, or even advance further!

"Mine..."

Unexpectedly, in the end, this fellow had snatched it away. The Dragon Bone Spear roared and rushed forward.

It slammed hard, causing the Chen Spirit Emperor to stumble, and the dragon blood involuntarily fell from his fingers.

"You seek death!"

Raising an eyebrow, the Chen Spirit Emperor struck down with a palm.

Smack!

How could the bone dragon withstand that? It crashed headfirst into the ground, creating a large pit.

"Hmph!"

Sending the Dragon Bone Spear flying, the Chen Spirit Emperor grabbed again, picking up the blood. Just as he was about to put it into his mouth, he felt a chill on his fingertip, as if a breeze had passed.

He quickly looked down—the blood had vanished.

"What?"

His scalp tingling, he quickly looked up in the direction the breeze had passed. He saw a gourd, floating in the air at some unknown time. It twisted its body and immediately swallowed the blood.