God-Demon Blood—exchanged with physique intensity points, same tier as divine sense.
In the Thousand Blades Chair, its effect was subtle.
But rising into “Indestructible Demonic Body”—it shone.
One drop: power far beyond self.
Lu guessed… perhaps Qi Refinement Layer 5 level.
His estimate.
Alone, not strong—like sense.
Paired with Demonic Body: qualitative leap.
Boom!
Heaven-shaking roar.
Buddha-light Wrathful Vajra—face punched by Demon Lord Lu; head exploded, golden shards scattered.
Like flipping fragments.
Kutu within—blasted back, smashed source orb.
Lake waters erupted in waves.
Black iron ship rocked.
Silver blades swirled.
Reformed demonic axe in black-robed Lu’s grip.
Far…
Du Longyang et al. hearts jumped—Kutu disadvantaged first.
That punch—any of them: instant death.
Empress disheveled, crown shattered—cared not; lashes trembled at Lu.
“He masters his physique… artifacts unseen, likely beyond first-grade!”
Du said.
Hope stirred.
Lu might win?
Block Kutu—Tianyuan saved.
“Who is he?”
Empress lips parted.
“Truly High Martial backer, as Kutu said?”
Du silent—unknown.
Black iron ship.
Fallen experts’ corpses remained.
Kutu rose from orb impact.
Stared Lu—twisted cold from orb spying.
Long after.
Spoke—Lu tougher than thought.
Worthy Plane Lord.
“No need deathmatch. You’re not of this world—gain fighting me?”
Kutu said.
Retreating—no fight.
Win: costly.
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Black-robed Lu void-stand, axe one-hand—cold gaze.
“What they gave—I double.”
“Artifacts? Pills? All.”
“They have—I have. They lack—I have.”
Palms together, smiled.
Far…
Kutu negotiating—Du faces changed.
Guessed plan.
Feared.
Tie with Lu: interest.
Artifacts, pills hired Lu—higher bid? Side with Kutu?
Betrayal: despair.
Black-robed Lu half-smile.
Realist.
Thus far—world stepping stone to High Martial.
Tempting normally.
But Lu unconventional.
Cared not artifacts.
Cared: threats.
Thrice.
Petty.
No threats—maybe talk. Profit world.
But…
To smile, overture.
Lu: “You threatened me.”
Kutu paused.
“Three first-grade artifacts, ten same pills!”
Many slain—had them.
Lu expressionless: “Thrice.”
Kutu fists clenched.
Annoyed.
“Nine artifacts, thirty pills!”
Cold.
Lu calm: “Thrice… and drain me.”
Kutu: “…”
Sesame-heart?
For grudge?
Reject nine first-grade, thirty pills?
“Toying me?”
Demon Lu wicked: “So what?”
Kutu robes whipped: “Think only you High Martial backed? I too!”
“Deathmatch useless. Not your world—why meddle?”
Cold.
Black-robed Lu wicked gaze.
“Threat… again?”
Words fell.
God-Demon Blood surged—true demon.
Black lightning—vanished.
Reappeared: beside Kutu.
“Court death!”
Kutu eyed approach.
Narrowed.
Chanted mystic sutra—weird ripple.
“Imprison Buddha!”
Palms slammed.
Orb behind.
Chains clanged.
Endless shot—dense, sky-dark.
Center.
Kutu cold smile—chains wrapped, vanished.
Lu sidestep.
Chain whistled—terrifying.
Another fell.
Dodged constantly.
Too many—spiritual.
Like blood-scented cats—pierced at Lu.
Pierced: like Du—drained.
Power to orb—breakthrough aid.
Critical.
Soon.
Chains engulfed Lu.
Body gone.
Countless horizontal—cold.
Far…
Du, Tianxu stunned.
Joy from reject—then full counter.
Engulfed.
Chains: paralyze, drain despair.
“What now?”
Tianxu paler.
Lu lose—all end.
“Act! No wait.”
Du gritted.
Raised spear, Martial Emperor Scripture—golden gleam.
Charged chain mass—roar, thrust.
But…
Clang, sparks—scattered.
Kutu faint laugh deep.
Mocking overreach.
Empress acted.
Gold Core—no shake.
Louder mockery.
Ye, Tianxu too.
No sit—resist.
Louder.
Felt chains pierce Lu.
Doomed.
Source chains—inescapable.
Trapped many.
Intent to drain…
Suddenly.
Kutu face changed.
Drain burst.
Chains: bone-white flame burned along!
Scorch—pain!
“Heavenly Mystic Fire?!”
Roared.
Chains like flame-touched tentacles—retracted.
Exposed center.
Black-robed Lu: Thousand Blades cocoon.
Bone-white flame floated.
Blades spread—demonic axe gripped.
“Pierce”: into flame.
Heavenly Mystic Fire—High Martial product, potent.
Xirong king couldn’t wield.
Lu strong sense—formidable.
Demon aura fit bone fire.
Flame: chains fled.
“Heavenly Mystic Fire? How?!”
Kutu heart shrank—horror.
High Martial only—why Lu?
Moment seen.
Lu extraordinary—nobler than thought.
Gifted High Martial fire—favored.
Destined High Martial.
Kutu fear—jealous rage.
He fought life—can’t enter.
This man: qualification!
Unwilling.
Lightning flashed.
Lu palm fire, axe grip.
Before endless chains.
Raised.
Exposed Kutu—ferocious.
Unwilling stare.
Jealous.
Life sad—some lifelong unreachable; others born done.
Heights: below another’s cry-start.
“No wonder fearless, meddle…”
“No fear my High Martial Buddha backer!”
“Confident they dare not touch…”
“Hahaha… pathetic!”
“Thought ordinary Plane Lord—laughable!”
Kutu manic laugh.
Umbilical to orb floated.
“Should stop early! No ties to Tianyuan!”
“Today’s fruit from past cause…”
“Unwilling…” Kutu said.
Black-robed Lu whipped calm: “I am ordinary Plane Lord.”
Kutu disbelieved.
Ordinary: many first-grade, axe beyond.
Ordinary: physique.
Ordinary: High Martial fire.
Reject not grudge—temptation insufficient.
No explain—Kutu obsessed.
“What for?”
“High Martial worth abandon, betray Tianyuan?”
Lu asked.
“For?”
Kutu laughed: “Infant Transformation: 5000 years. End: dust, even Plane Lord. High Martial… immortality!”
“Death despair—you destined, don’t understand!”
End: unwilling.
Lu no more words.
Immortality?
High Martial cruel—live long?
Raised demonic axe.
Pointed Kutu.
Next: slashed.
Rumble!
Orb quaked.
Far…
Du, Empress complex.
Kutu lost—relief, helplessness.
Axe gleam neared.
Kutu no dodge.
Unwilling jealous stare.
“Lost…”
“But loss: Tianyuan buries with!”
Laughed.
Boom!
Axe not near.
Body swelled—exploded!
With: orb dense cracks…
Lu face shifted.
Decisive madness—stunned.
More: sense annihilation.
Mystic mark triggered.
Lu head up.
Sky: giant Buddha shadow!
“Dare kill my devotee?!”
Deafening.
Storm change.
Orb cracked faster.
Terrifying waves.
Voice fell.
Buddha eyes locked black-robed Lu.
Sky-covering Buddha palm.
Descended.
Slammed Lu.
