Chapter 1775 - 1651: Bloodline Enhancement

Chapter 1775: Chapter 1651: Bloodline Enhancement

Perhaps by absorbing the Thunder Power of the Red Thunder, he has a chance to advance to a high-level Yellow Bloodline; however, he absolutely cannot withstand it.

Although it’s regretful, he has no choice.

"Go!"

Ye Qingfeng erupted with earth-shattering power. Although he was trapped by the Killing Array, he could still move with all his might.

"He wants to escape, don’t let him get away!"

The crowd cried out in surprise.

Desperately holding on, they knew they absolutely could not let this Hua Xia Slaughter God escape; it was their last chance.

They needed to use the Red Thunder to kill Ye Qingfeng.

At this moment, three steles suddenly flew out.

The steles circled around Ye Qingfeng, slowly rotating, forming a strange barrier that prevented the thunder from approaching.

"Boom!"

The thunder struck the steles; the Red Thunder came, possessing ten times the power, so terrifying, that it struck the thunder and issued an earth-shaking roar.

The entire world shook; red light dominated the scene, filling the space, unmatched in power, capable of destroying everything.

"He, he should be dead now, right?" the crowd wondered, even the Holy Master stared fixedly at the center of the red light.

Everyone was waiting expectantly.

Ye Qingfeng was astonished; he was unscathed—the three steles easily blocked the Red Thunder.

That wasn’t the key; the key was that he absorbed the Thunder Power of the Red Thunder.

The rolling Thunder Power surged directly into Ye Qingfeng’s body, flowed into the Qi Sea, transforming into his bloodline.

Finally.

Ye Qingfeng’s bloodline gained vitality once more; the high-grade Xuan-level bloodline was like soaring on a rocket. Ye Qingfeng advanced three levels directly, reaching a bloodline level previously unimaginable.

"Supreme Treasure, indeed a Supreme Treasure!"

Ye Qingfeng’s heart stirred with wild joy as he looked at the three steles floating around him, utterly ecstatic.

"Haha, Dark Force, are you ready?" From within the red light, Ye Qingfeng’s voice suddenly echoed.

The crowd’s pupils shrank suddenly; the red light dissipated, and a figure gradually walked out. The crowd was almost in despair.

Despair!

Utter despair!

A battered, blood-drenched, emaciated figure walked out, with three steles hovering around him.

Such a bleak and broken figure drove people to despair, even suffocation.

No one could accept it—he was still alive.

Was this a dream?

"No, impossible! How is he not dead yet!"

"Our centuries-old Dark Force—is it to be destroyed just like this? Is this guy truly an unparalleled Devil?"

"My god, how is he not dead yet, not dead yet!?"

The voices of the elders were shrill, and even Ye Qingfeng could feel their hopelessness.

They were truly in despair; they felt like they were facing an ancient Demon God, utterly unbeatable.

They had given their all, used their centennial foundation’s killer moves, yet still couldn’t slay this Demon God.

"Is he a Demon? Even the Pope is no match for him!"

The Long-haired Holy Son was nearly despairing, crying out. ℴℴ𝘮

The Golden-haired Saintess was no longer calm, shocked, her heart pounded like a heavy drum.

What a tragedy.

"Puff"

The Holy Master said nothing, directly spitting a mouthful of blood onto his robe, his body nearly collapsing.

Even in such a state, he felt absolute despair with no hint of hope.

How could one person be so powerful, that no matter what, he couldn’t be slain!

"Now, it’s my turn!"

Ye Qingfeng struck, the Futu Sword was offered, and he directly slashed at the Dark Force crowd.

The crowd, having lost all hope, had no power left to maintain the Dark Killing Array; the array vanished, and everyone lost their resistance, falling directly into the canyon below.

Ye Qingfeng directly attacked the Holy Master, icily cold, without a word wasted.

"Even if I die, I’ll take you with me!"

The Holy Master’s eyes were red, insane, lunging at Ye Qingfeng, his body surged with Heaven and Earth Power.

"Self-destruct?"

Ye Qingfeng’s eyes were cold, suddenly a Leaving Fire Golden Flame transformed into lightning, like the wind, pierced directly through the Holy Master’s body.

A huge amount of Life Force was consumed by the Holy Master, unable to withstand such a killing move, his body was penetrated instantly, blood spewing out.

His body was vigorously burned; the Leaving Fire burned all things under heaven when it appeared; the Holy Master’s internal organs were entirely incinerated, and his body gradually transformed into blue smoke, completely dispersing.

Dead!

If the Church Elders were here, they’d be absolutely shocked. They wouldn’t believe Ye Qingfeng could still walk out alive, and moreover, kill the Holy Master.

Shoo!

Ye Qingfeng’s body descended, these elders fell into the canyon below, losing resistance, seeing Ye Qingfeng fly down, knowing the Holy Master had fallen, their hearts grew even more desperate.

Everyone was pale with fear, frightened by Ye Qingfeng’s appearance.

This person was terrifying, a Devil, a monster!

Ye Qingfeng’s gaze swept lightly over the crowd, his eyes cold, making their hearts chill; no one dared meet his eyes.

He said nothing.

The Long-haired Holy Son couldn’t bear it anymore, stood out first, coldly staring at Ye Qingfeng: "If I guess right, you’ve reached your limit, haven’t you? As long as all of us join forces, we’re bound to kill him!"

What?

The crowd raised their heads, calming down immediately.

Yes, this man is terrifying, but now, he’s probably reached his limit; look at all his wounds, his bones are exposed.

The crowd hesitated.

"What are you still hesitating for? We need to strike together, quickly kill him. Ling Na, what do you think?" The Long-haired Holy Son turned to the Golden-haired Saintess.

Ling Na’s expression shifted slightly.

"Swish!"

A Flying Sword shot out; a flash of red light passed, returning to Ye Qingfeng’s hand.

Immediately, a red line appeared on the Long-haired Holy Son’s neck, slowly enlarging, blood suddenly spraying forth.

His pupils dilated, completely losing vitality, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Who wishes to unite? Step forth!"

Ye Qingfeng asked calmly.

The crowd shivered, trembling, no one dared move.

Even such a grievously injured, nearly dead man, frightened them, making their breath tremble.

"Great Holy Master, we wish to be your followers, how could we ever strike against you!" At this point, Ling Na actually knelt first, respectfully speaking to Ye Qingfeng.

The other elders were slightly stunned, then reacted, knelt down calling out: "Hail the Holy Master!"

Ye Qingfeng sneered; Ling Na’s response was indeed quick, worthy of being the only Saintess; compared to the Long-haired Holy Son, she was far smarter.