Becomes a Blood Pack

Chapter 87 Becomes a Blood Pack (3K)

"Same clan?" Luo Tianheng dusted off non-existent dust from his robes, not even glancing at Lang Fantian. "Don't flatter yourself. I am from the Luo family of the Tianheng Sect in the Chenhuang Realm. What kind of clan do you peasants from the Tianqing Continent have to me? Do you expect pig farmers to be brothers with the livestock in their pens?"

He turned around, his back instantly bending down, his face wrinkled, and he smiled obsequiously at Luo Mingcheng: "Young Sect Master, there is something I need to report to you."

"explain."

"With the Great Heng Kingdom in chaos and Shengzhou thriving, the original plan was to wipe out the three alliances and twelve bandits of Shengzhou in one fell swoop, and release more high-level blood packs for the various sects to choose from. Who would have thought—"

Luo Tianheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, his voice weak: "I don't know what kind of strange event happened, but the White Bone Altar and the Guiding Array Plate suddenly shattered! The spatial turbulence caused most of these useless people to die or be injured. But don't worry, the remaining few are all top talents in the Shengzhou's Strong Realm, with plenty of vital energy and blood, definitely good stuff!"

In the shade of the tree canopy, Xu Hao's lips twitched beneath his mask.

He glanced discreetly in the direction they had come from.

The Zhenyuan should be sound asleep right now, burping contentedly, soaking in the spiritually rich lake water.

Luo Tianheng has truly shouldered this enormous burden of blame.

Upon hearing this, Luo Mingcheng abruptly stopped playing with his folding fan, and his face instantly darkened.

Snapped!

A sharp, resounding slap echoed through the valley.

Luo Mingcheng slapped Luo Tianheng hard across the face.

This slap didn't use any of my vital energy; it was purely a condescending humiliation.

The Shengzhou bigwigs lying on the ground stared wide-eyed, forgetting to continue their insults.

The leader of the Zhenhai Alliance at the mid-stage of the Tongqiao Realm!

A top-tier expert who can cause the waters of Shengzhou to overflow with a stomp of his foot.

At this moment, he was actually slapped in the face in public by a mere junior in the Yi Jin Jing realm who hadn't even grown a beard yet!

What made them even more desperate was that Luo Tianheng, who had been slapped, not only did not retaliate, but he didn't even dare to release his protective aura.

He covered his swollen cheek, knelt down with a thud, and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Useless trash!" Luo Mingcheng said angrily, "Do you even know how many spirit stones the White Bone Altar and the Array Plate are worth?"

This was carved by array masters at great expense by several sects! You think you can just brush it off with a simple "I didn't know"? Do you know that even if you sold all your old bones, you couldn't afford to pay for it?

"Yes, yes, yes, I deserve to die! Young Master, please calm down! Young Master, please calm down! When I return to the Luo family—no, back to the sect, I am willing to be your slave to make up for the loss of the array plate. Please, Young Master, don't send me back to Tianqing!" Luo Tian knelt on the ground, raised his hands and slapped himself repeatedly, while begging for forgiveness.

Seeing this absurd scene before them, the twelve bandit leaders on the ground were completely speechless.

Electric Snake Sun closed his eyes in despair, while Lang Fantian let out a miserable laugh that was even more unpleasant than crying.

His once lofty pursuit of martial arts, and half a lifetime spent fighting to the death for a few resources, were completely shattered by Luo Tianheng's resounding self-slaps.

The world they fought so hard for turned out to be nothing more than a pigsty built by someone else.

"While I was eating people at sea, you bunch of little beasts who haven't even grown up yet were still suckling!" Iron Hand woke up at some point, a beast-like roar rolling from his throat, his iron-blue arms suddenly exerting force.

With two muffled thuds, he actually tore the skin and flesh of his palms apart, pulling his hands out of the specially made collarbone nails.

Blood gushed out, yet he seemed oblivious to the pain. His blood and qi surged in reverse, and his originally bluish-green skin instantly turned purplish-red, making him resemble a volcano about to erupt.

Beside him, the Electric Snake Sun, whose leg was broken, pushed away the Tianheng Sect disciple who was holding him down, supported himself on one leg, his poisonous blood boiling and emitting a piercing hiss.

With his chest caved in, Lang Fantian bit his tongue to pieces. His violent blood and qi surged through his shattered internal organs, forcefully pushing back up his collapsed chest cavity.

"Even if I die, I'll drag you all down with me!"

The three powerful figures at the Inner Strength Realm, once the living Yama of the Shengzhou Sea, have now completely abandoned all defenses and reversed their meridians.

The violent energy instantly shredded the surrounding fallen leaves into dust, and with a tragic momentum of mutual destruction, it rushed straight towards Luo Mingcheng.

In the shade of the tree canopy, Xu Hao squatted on a branch and shook his head as he watched.

These pirates usually run rampant at sea, but now that they're really fighting for their lives, they're not holding back. Unfortunately, they're not very bright, and the difference in experience can't be bridged by just shouting. Besides, the other side is a well-equipped regular army.

Faced with this all-or-nothing attack, Luo Mingcheng didn't even lift an eyelid.

"A native is a native. What can they do besides barking like wild dogs?" Luo Mingcheng tapped his palm lightly with his jade-bone folding fan.

Several Tianheng Sect disciples behind him immediately stepped forward, their figures intertwined, showing no sign of panic.

Form an array.

Several disciples at the Yi Jin Realm shouted in unison, their internal energy and blood resonating instantly.

The veins on their bodies bulged like dragons, and beneath their moon-white, tight-fitting clothes, their muscles were taut, exuding a sense of weight and solidity as if cast from refined steel.

These young disciples clearly grew up using top-grade medicinal baths to temper their bodies, and their cultivation techniques have been passed down completely.

Although he was only at the Yi Jin Realm, the strength of his physical body far surpassed that of the Inner Strength Realm cultivators who were forcibly promoted through inferior medicinal materials and unorthodox methods on the Tianqing Continent.

"Having a high level of cultivation but a body as fragile as paper, does he deserve to be called a martial artist?" Luo Mingcheng sneered.

With a death wish, Xian Tieshou's proud, iron-blue palms, powerful enough to shatter gold and split rocks, slammed fiercely into the chest of the first Tianheng Sect disciple.

There was no scream of bones shattering as expected, nor the roar of blood and qi exploding.

With a muffled thud, it disappeared like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

The Tianheng Sect disciple stood rooted to the spot, not moving an inch, and even grinned, "Old man, haven't you eaten?"

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Salty Iron Hand's eyes suddenly bulged out, his face full of disbelief.

His desperate attack failed to even penetrate the physical defense of a junior in the Yi Jin Realm.

Before he could react, the Tianheng Sect disciple threw a backhand punch, carrying the terrifying force of the battle formation's resonance, which landed squarely on Xian Tieshou's chest.

The dull thud of bones breaking echoed through the valley.

Salty Iron Hand coughed up a mouthful of black blood, and his bluish-green arms went completely limp.

"Is that all the strength you have?" The Tianheng Sect disciple flicked the blood off his hands in disgust. "A body cultivator from Tianqing isn't even worthy of tickling me."

On the other side, Electric Serpent Sun pushed off the ground with one leg, crashing into the battle formation with boiling venomous blood.

"Let's die together!"

The self-destruction of the inner cultivator unleashed a violent shockwave, sending the surrounding soil flying several feet.

When the smoke cleared, the expected scene of mutual destruction never materialized.

Several disciples of the Tianheng Sect had their blood and qi surging, forming an invisible barrier. They managed to withstand the final counterattacks of Dian She Sun and Xian Tie Shou solely through their physical strength and the resonance of the battle formation.

Apart from the leader disciple whose clothes were burned with several holes by the poisoned blood, there wasn't a single one seriously injured.

Salty Iron Hand and Electric Snake Sun were blown to pieces.

Lang Fantian had only gone halfway when he was pinned down by two disciples of the Green Mountain Sect, one on each side.

With two sharp cracking sounds, his legs were broken by the kick, and he collapsed to the ground.

Seeing that things were not going well, the mist maiden who had been hiding in the back tried to run away, but after taking only a few steps, she was caught by a rope that seemed to fly out of nowhere, which was then tied around her neck and she was pulled back to the open space.

The once powerful figures of Shengzhou have now been reduced to pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

Luo Mingcheng used a folding fan to dispel the lingering smell of blood, frowning in disgust.

"They really don't know what's good for them, wasting two batches of good medicine for nothing." He glanced at Lang Fantian, who was still convulsing on the ground, and Wu Niangzi, whose face was ashen, and casually ordered, "Pierce the collarbones of these survivors and sever their tendons. Be quick and take them back to the sect to refine medicine."

"Young Sect Master, why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Leave this rough work to me."

Luo Tianheng approached at some point, his face plastered with a fawning smile.

He pulled out several specially made collarbone-piercing nails that gleamed coldly from his sleeve and presented them to the front of the room with both hands.

Luo Mingcheng glanced at him and sneered, "Fine, you old dog, you know how to play the game. Go on."

Luo Tianheng nodded repeatedly and turned to walk towards Lang Fantian.

The fawning on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold expression.

"Luo Tianheng, you will die a horrible death!" With both legs broken, Lang Fantian could only cling to the soil with his hands, glaring at the approaching former leader of the righteous path with bloodshot eyes.

"Save your energy, Chief Lang." Luo Tianheng squatted down, aiming the bone-piercing nail at Lang Fantian's collarbone. "Being able to make medicine for the adults of Chenhuang is your good fortune. Remember to open your eyes wider in your next life."

puff.

The bone-piercing nail sank deep into Lang Fantian's shoulder blade, and blood gushed out.

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the valley.

Luo Tianheng expressionlessly drew his short knife and skillfully severed Lang Fantian's tendons in his hands and feet.

The movements were clean and efficient, without the slightest pause.

The mistress beside her was so frightened that she trembled all over and couldn't even beg for mercy.

In the shade of the tree canopy, Xu Hao squatted on a tree branch, watching Luo Tianheng's skillful technique, and sneered inwardly.

This old bastard has been pretending to be the leader of the righteous sect in Shengzhou for decades, but he's become incredibly skilled at secretly ripping people's tendons. It's a waste of his talent that he's not a butcher.

He touched his chin.

He didn't care at all whether the pirates in Shengzhou lived or died.

But these disciples from the sects of Chenhuang Continent kept offering him blood packets and medicinal ingredients, which made him feel a surge of anger.

He also came from the Tianqing Continent. According to the rules of these people, wouldn't he also become a walking, all-purpose tonic?

Xu Hao stroked the hilt of the Devouring Sea Blade with his fingertips.

Since the rule here is that might makes right, in this secluded secret realm, this group of delicate-skinned...

A prodigy from another world with pockets full of spirit stones and magical treasures, isn't he also a prime target for exploitation?

He did not rashly draw his sword and charge down.

We've already witnessed the power of these regular troops in formation. While we're not afraid of a head-on confrontation, there's no guarantee that some will escape.

Moreover, this secret realm is full of rare and precious materials. I'm completely clueless. How can it be more comfortable to let these living maps work and collect herbs in front of me?

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