Chapter 3779: Suck yourself to death
Chapter 3779: Suck yourself to death
Weng, a precious tower appeared above Ling Han’s head, pouring down tens of thousands of Primal Chaos Qi. There were flashes of lightning flickering, and it was indescribably divine.
Peng!
The elder’s attack arrived, and his palm pressed down. However, it was blocked by the Primal Chaos Qi, which brought his hand directly downwards.
The Primal Chaos Extreme Lightning Tower, an Imperial Weapon!
However, the old man’s battle prowess was still Heaven Cauldron-level, after all. He immediately roared loudly, and exerted strength in both his hand and foot, stopping the sinking of his body.
He was astonished. Although he only had the power of the Heaven Cauldron, what Foundation Building Tier cultivator wouldn’t he be able to completely crush? This kind of crushing power was definitely not something that any Spirit Tool could reverse. Limited by cultivation level, even if it was a Four Star or Five Star Spirit Tool, the might it could unleash would be limited. But why was it that the aura of Primal Chaos was actually enough to make him stumble?
Unless… he couldn’t help but feel a jolt in his heart.
Could it be that this was a Saint Tool?
Materials that could be forged into Saint Tools naturally possessed indescribable might. Thus, even in the hands of low cultivation level cultivators, they would often be able to unleash might that surpassed their cultivation level.
“Give it to me!” The old man changed his target of attack and grabbed at the Primal Chaos Extreme Lightning Tower, planning to forcibly capture it.
Zi, the light of lightning surged madly, striking towards the old man.
This light was too fast, and even the elder couldn’t dodge it. Instantly, he was hit head-on. Under the surging of the electric current, his whole body shivered, and even his hair stood on end.
How could the might of an Imperial Weapon be underestimated?
Ling Han let out a battle cry, and took advantage of the opening to launch a counterattack. That old man was really strong. Under the circumstance of missing one hand, one leg, and two fingers, numbed by electricity, he was still able to send out a palm strike towards Ling Han.
Peng, the two of them exchanged a blow, and Ling Han once again cried out loudly, throwing up blood madly. Meanwhile, the old man was not having a good time either. His face was completely pale, and blood was gushing from the wounds on his chest, elbow, fingers and leg. The amount was a little frightening.
The elder paled in shock. The cultivation technique he cultivated was unique, and blood was the source of his energy. This was also why he had used his divine sense to infiltrate those blood slaves when he was severely injured. A large amount of blood could speed up the recovery of his injuries.
However, on the other hand, he was losing a lot of blood now. Not only would this affect his battle prowess, but in serious cases, it might even kill him.
He was both greedy and furious.
How much he wanted to obtain this “Saint Tool”. To have it fall into the hands of a measly Foundation Building cultivator was practically a huge waste. However, this measly Foundation Building cultivator was actually about to force him into desperate straits, which made him extremely furious.
He was a Spirit Transformation True Lord, and he could kill this ant with a single breath. After he recovered from his injuries, he would suck this brat dry of his blood and turn him into a corpse slave without any willpower.
The elder decided to retreat. With a turn of his body, he was just about to flee.
However, he only had one leg now, so how fast could he run?
Ling Han activated the Imminent Skyline and instantly caught up to him. He threw a series of attacks at him, especially the Primal Chaos Extreme Lightning Tower. Every streak of Primal Chaos Qi was as heavy as a mountain, and every bolt of lightning was incredibly fierce.
The old man shouted loudly, but there was nothing he could do.
Who asked him to be severely injured, and only have one leg left?
“Brat, you forced me to do this!” the old man said through gritted teeth. He finally summoned his own Spirit Tool, a small rattle-drum.
He bit his lip, and with a ‘pu’, spat out a mouthful of blood at the rattle-drum.
“Huh? You’re clearly covered in blood, so why did you bite yourself?” Ling Han asked in
confusion.
Right, right!
The elder was also taken aback. ‘Why do I have to bite my own tongue? Although my Spirit Tool can only be activated with blood, aren’t I bleeding continuously now?’
What a loss, a great loss!
He was extremely depressed. He had actually been laughed at by a minor character like this. This was utterly humiliating.
“Die!” He flew into a humiliated rage. He didn’t care anymore. As long as he killed this brat, all his humiliation would disappear without a trace.
Boom, with his full power, that rattle-drum instantly rang out.
Tong! Tong! Tong!
Multiple sounds rang out, directly stabbing into Ling Han’s heart, instantly causing him to bleed from all his apertures.
This was originally a Spiritual Transformation Tier precious tool. If it unleashed its full power, Ling Han would instantly turn into a pool of blood. However, the old man was severely injured now, so he couldn’t unleash its full power. Moreover, he knew how he himself was suffering now, because once this precious tool channeled, it would endlessly extract his blood and Qi.
Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t matter. He would just suck the blood of others, but now that he had lost too much blood, how could he bear such torment?
He would die at the slightest provocation.
Thus, he had first thought of escaping, and was forced into desperate straits. Only then was he willing to put his life on the line.
Tong! Tong! Tong!
The old man shook his rattle-drum. He himself was not much better, and his face was also becoming paler and paler. It was not that he had lost all rosiness in his face, but he really
looked like a white candle.
‘F*ck! I’m about to die!’
Weng, the Primal Chaos Extreme Lightning Tower sent down endless streaks of Primal Chaos Qi. This coudl greatly weaken the destructive power from the sounds released by the Spirit Tool, and Ling Han was also shouting the Six Characters Bright King Curse loudly in his mind. Though that sound was not an evil existence, but rather pure destructive power, using sound to oppose sound, there should still be some effect.
Ling Han gave a loud shout, and used the Demonic Monkey Fists. A boundless air of violence circulated, and he shot out a punch. A seven-coloured brilliance spread out, and it was as if the whole world had turned into an endless darkness. Only a single fist shot out, and even the stars that filled the skies were dazzlingly bright, this punch was capable of shattering them
with a single punch.
When the Battle Saint Emperor had used it before, it would have definitely possessed the might to shatter stars with a single punch. However, in Ling Han’s hands, it only possessed a
kind of aura.
But even if it was just an aura, it still caused the old man to pale in shock.
This was a real Imperial Technique!
The punch landed, and the old man was instantly hit. A heavy punch landed on his chest. Thankfully, it was not where the original wound was. Otherwise, this punch would probably
take his life.
The old man was blasted back 90 meters. He looked down, and there was another groove in his chest. At least three of his ribs had been broken by this punch, causing his chest to cave in.
What kind of precious technique was this? It was too terrifying. The might of a single punch could actually reach such an extent.
This was definitely a Saint’s technique. This brat’s luck was heaven-defying, and he had obtained the inheritance of a Saint. Thus, he had wielded a Saint Tool and delivered a Saint’s
technique with his fist!
The elder’s eyes were bloodshot. He was going to fight with his life on the line. The
inheritance of a Saint was worth this risk.
“Die!” He shook the rattle-drum even more intensely. The little bit of Qi and blood that he had in the first place was continuously drawn away, and not only had his whole body lost its colour, it was also shriveling, as if he had turned into a skeleton.
This Spirit Tool was truly sinister.
It shouldn’t have been forged by the old man himself, right? Otherwise, there was really something wrong with this old man’s brain.
The Primal Chaos Extreme Lightning Tower floated above Ling Han’s head, chanting the Six Characters Bright King Curse, resisting the attacks of this Spirit Tool. Though he was still bleeding from his seven apertures, his body was brimming with life, far from being killed by
the shockwaves.
A few minutes later.
“I… f*ck your entire family!” the old man said in defiance. He was like a dried corpse as he was actually sucked to death by his own Spirit Tool.