Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

Chapter 612: 572 Stopping Bleeding with Blood 4

General Feng snorted coldly, gritting his teeth, and stepped forward.

"This general is here!!"

As he stomped his foot, his body suddenly swelled, rapidly growing from under two meters to over four meters tall.

Two blade-like special white bones extended from under his arms. Silver lines appeared on his skin, resembling writhing worms.

Clearly, he had activated the final form.

Hongxian Daoist sighed and also stepped forward.

"This poor daoist is joining too."

He knew that General Feng alone could not match the opponent, so he had to desperately hold back from the side.

In fact, his attempt to hold back was reliant on a fearless willingness to die and endure severe injuries, using blood to corrode and restrain the opponent.

If not for his blood causing considerable harm, he wouldn’t even have the strength to hold back.

After all, the gap between a Grandmaster and a Spirit General was simply too vast.

Without blood and magic weapons, even if the opponent stood still and allowed himself to attack, he couldn’t break through the defense.

Swish!

Hongxian Daoist’s figure also became gigantic, with a blood lotus blooming behind him, enveloping his entire body as the final form unfolded. His body began secreting a thick grey-white liquid.

All the liquid quickly covered his body, forming a full-body bone armor.

"Last time, I was rushed into battle. This time... I’ll make you pay the price!" Hongxian Daoist shouted loudly.

"A bunch of wild dogs, how could you know the brilliance of the supreme power that our god bestowed upon us!" Xingtong laughed aloud.

As words failed them, the three once again leaped into the air like arrows leaving the bow, converging on a point in the middle of the battlefield.

Boom!!

As soon as they made contact, Hongxian Daoist’s strike missed, and he was hit on the left shoulder, shattering it and exploding with flesh and blood.

Yet he was utterly unafraid, and before landing, he opened his mouth and sprayed out a pre-prepared blood mist.

"Fool! Did you think I’d fall for the same trick again!?" Xingtong waved his hand, and a gust of wind directly blew the blood mist away.

He turned to engage General Feng in a one-on-one, full-force battle.

This time was different from last time; General Feng had activated the final form, his eyes filled with resolve, ready to fight to the death.

But unfortunately, the gap between him and the opponent was simply too vast.

After merely dozens of exchanges, he was struck in the chest, and a tail slammed into his legs.

With a boom, General Feng fell heavily to the ground like a meteor, breaking several giant trees.

"Descent of the God!!"

Suddenly, General Feng uttered a low shout, and his eyes rapidly turned into a silvery white.

Behind him appeared terrifying gusts of what seemed like tangible force.

This was the Earth Mother Goddess he worshipped—Mu Zhuya, the god of cloud, rain, and harvest.

"Fool!" Xingtong’s eyes also turned silvery white, simultaneously activating the Great Descent of the Divine.

Behind him, the air exploded with countless ripples.

Circles of ripples twisted light, crashing towards the terrifying gusts below.

In just an instant, the ripples suppressed and devoured all the gusts below, then continued towards General Feng.

Boom!!!

The intangible divine might had no effect on reality but struck General Feng as if hit by lightning.

Moreover, centered on him, dozens of nearby United Nations soldiers, and even forest animals and insects, all froze in the shock, suffering complete brain death.

General Feng’s silver-white eyes slowly faded.

He sighed, forcibly knocked out of the descent state, vomiting a large mouthful of blood. He lost the strength to fight again.

This injury to his spirit and will far exceeded the injury to his flesh and spiritual vein.

Without several months of recuperation and recovery, he wouldn’t return to his previous state.

The injuries already inflicted by magic weapons on his body erupted and accompanied the new injuries.

"Array of Ten Thousand Blood!" Hongxian Daoist shouted again.

All around, red-robed Daoists leapt up once more, pouncing towards Xingtong.

But this time.

Xingtong merely waved his hand.

An invisible wave of divine might instantly spread, crashing into the Blood Immortal Dao and other Daoists.

Amid a chorus of muffled groans, these Daoists went white-eyed in mid-air, fainting, and losing combat power.

Xingtong lowered his hand, landing on a treetop, and looked towards King Mu Li in the distance.

"To desecrate the divine might is a sin worthy of a thousand deaths!" At this moment, his eyes slowly returned to normal.

In the state of the Great Descent of the Divine, the damage to sanity was permanent, so even such a devout Spirit General like him was unwilling to maintain it for long.

"Now, it’s your turn." Xingtong slightly bent his body, crouching, preparing to leap.

King Mu Li’s whole body involuntarily tensed, wanting to retreat, but as royalty, his dignity forced him to stand firm.

He lifted his head, staring directly into the opponent’s eyes.

"If you can do it, come kill me!" he gritted his teeth.

"A commendable spirit. But unfortunately... mere spirit is useless." Xingtong’s five-meter tall body suddenly expanded.

Bang!!

The tree he stood on exploded, snapping under the massive recoil.

He himself shot towards King Mu Li’s position like a cannonball.

For a Spirit General like him, several hundred meters was only a matter of seconds.

"Today marks the day the Mosang Sect takes over the United Nations!!!"

In mid-air, Xingtong roared ferociously.

He raised his right fist, aiming it directly at King Mu Li’s head, and struck fiercely.

This punch symbolized the change of rule for the United Nations from this day forward!

It also meant that he, Xingtong, on behalf of the Mosang God, would dominate the entire United Nations!!

Beneath one god, above all men!!

So....

Die!!

Xingtong’s eyes grew increasingly vicious, his murderous intent as sharp as a thorn, growing ever more concentrated.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly paused in surprise.

In front of King Mu Li, from the side, someone walked forward, no one knew when.

A man equally clad in a blood robe, tall and pale.

The man stood in front of King Mu Li and looked up at him.

A faint smile suddenly appeared.

Shh!!!

In an instant, a red line brushed past the side of Xing Tong.

His massive body froze mid-air, pausing for a second.

Boom!!!

In a flash, Xing Tong’s entire body exploded, transforming into a large mass of Spiritual Line, scattering down and piercing the ground.

The red line gently slowed down, landed, and stood atop a broken giant tree below, revealing the calm form of Zhang Rongfang.

In an instant, his arm was wrapped in blood, and upon contact, the blood corroded the Spirit General’s body surface, penetrated the skin, and then pierced through the lethal spot, the heart.

The opponent tried to evade, but unfortunately... the comprehensive suppression of initiative left him with no chance to dodge.

He was now much, much stronger than before.

Moreover, he had been waiting on the side for a long time, observing, just to act at the most critical moment to maximize the gratitude of King Mu Li.

"Grandmaster!!"

Hongxian Daoist in the distance let out a long breath, speaking excitedly.

"The Grandmaster has arrived!!"

There was a moment of silence around, but soon, sounds of relief slowly echoed and spread.

Then came sporadic calls, cheers, slowly starting, getting louder and louder.

"The Blood Immortal Dao’s Grandmaster has arrived."

"He really arrived... the reinforcements are here!!"

"It’s the Ancestor, our Blood Immortal Ancestor has arrived!!"

"The Blood Immortal Ancestor is here! We’re saved!"

"We’re saved!! We can win!! We will definitely win!!"

The surrounding blood Daoists were originally second and third generation bloodlines of Hongxian Daoist, having never seen Zhang Rongfang, the ancestor, before.

At this moment, on the bloodline, all the blood Daoists sensed that initial bloodline suppression.

This suppression naturally generated a sense of respect and close admiration for elders and relatives.

Now witnessing Xing Tong being blasted with one hit, everyone gradually boiled over.

The previous successive offenses and defenses had left them all feeling stifled. Now, they finally saw a turning point, and it was an overwhelming turning point.

Everyone, not just the blood Daoists, even the surrounding soldiers, generals, and Earth Mother worshippers, couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief and excitation.

"Blood Immortal Ancestor... Long live!!"

A blood Daoist suddenly shouted.

When there’s one, there’s a second, a third....

"Long live!!!"

Screaming and shouting gradually turned from speckles into a river, a lake, surrounding Zhang Rongfang in waves.

Zhang Rongfang now glanced at General Feng in the distance.

The latter’s whole body stiffened.

General Feng was still in disbelief.

He recalled never having heard of the Blood Immortal Dao before; this force seemed to have only appeared a few years ago, how did a Blood Immortal Ancestor suddenly emerge now?

Originally thinking the Blood Immortal Dao was not worth expecting, but now....

He stared intently at Zhang Rongfang. Just by looking at this person from afar, he could feel his entire defense mechanism continuously sounding alarms.

It was a reminder telling him to flee immediately.

His body was tingling, pores constricting, just from two seconds of eye contact with Zhang Rongfang, General Feng was once again reminded of the terrifying creature from the Counterclockwise Association years ago—Fan Heng....

’This guy.... is actually.... this strong!!?’

He couldn’t begin to imagine in his heart; a strong person of this level should be among the very top circles of the Great Spirit. Why is he appearing in such a remote place like the United Nations?

What is he up to??

Zhang Rongfang withdrew his gaze and looked toward King Mu Li again.

"After so many years, it seems we are fated to meet again."

Yes, he recognized him; the other was the leader of the defeated remnants who had inquired about the deities of the world and what it meant to be an immortal at Wish Girl Gorge back then.

He himself hadn’t expected the world to be so small.

"Is it you!!? Are you that hermit from back then!?" King Mu Li trembled all over, clearly recognizing him as well.

That question back then had enlightened him completely and led him to choose a new path thereafter.

Unexpectedly... unexpectedly.. after years, they meet again in another way.

"Allow me to reintroduce myself."

Zhang Rongfang gave a bow to King Mu Li from afar.

"I am Qiankun, by my Daoist name, the first Grandmaster of the Human Immortal Temple."

Qiankun!!??

"Is it... the Heaven and Earth Qiankun’s Qiankun??" King Mu Li suddenly asked.

"Precisely." Zhang Rongfang replied.

Heaven and Earth Qiankun? Qiankun???

The moment he received confirmation, King Mu Li was slightly stunned, as if he had thought of something.

General Feng was also stunned.

And not only that, many informed and sensitive experts and generals, including Mosang Sect’s worshipping Spiritual Veins, had changes in their expressions.

The atmosphere instantly grew heavy.

Just moments ago filled with cheering, a small part of people had already started to slowly stop, showing hesitant expressions.

Qiankun?

That infamous murderer, drenched in blood, known for killing hordes, who stormed into the Great Capital and retreated unscathed after a battle with Auduna, the Infamous Sixth of the Red List, Qiankun’s child!?!?

The rumors about Qiankun had long been twisted and distorted under the propaganda in the Great Spirit.

"Are you that, said to devour hundreds daily, build a Dao palace with countless white bones, and inhale thousands of souls with a single breath, the Infamous Sixth of the Red List—Qiankun’s child!?!"

Beside him, General Feng couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.

The smile on Zhang Rongfang’s face slowly faded: "...."

What is this guy talking about?

Not far off in the woods, the Spirit General Xing Tong, who was struggling to reassemble his body, barely managed to recover his form, and upon hearing this, his face turned pale, his whole body tingling!

The infamy of Qiankun’s child, or rather, the notoriety of the Great Spirit’s Red List, was well-known even here in the United Nations.

The Red List changed rapidly, but a terrifying figure who could climb to the sixth position in a short time....

Whether in the Great Spirit or other subordinate nations, it was the first time they had seen such a figure.

It could be said that from the moment Zhang Rongfang was listed on the Red List, he became famous.

He became completely famous throughout the Great Spirit and its subordinate nations.