SWDnovel Chapter 100 Blood Fiend Training Room
Chapter 100 Blood Fiend Training Room
Chapter 100 Blood Fiend Training Room
Xu Hao stood in the corridor of the lower deck again.
He looked down and saw that his clothes were already tattered rags hanging on his body.
The dried scabs, like a dark red shell, peeled away with his movements, revealing new skin underneath, white as jade yet with a metallic sheen.
One hundred and eight acupoints pulsated slowly under his skin, and even without his deliberate activation, the surrounding air was repelled by this invisible force.
Chen Yuanzhi and his two companions were studying the scarlet wooden door when they turned around and saw Xu Hao suddenly appear.
thump.
Mud Monkey's knees buckled, and he knelt directly on the deck, his mouth agape, gasping for breath, unable to utter a single word.
Luo Meng's bones were cracking all over his body as he gritted his teeth and stubbornly refused to collapse.
Chen Yuanzhi braced himself against the cabin wall with both hands, his face deathly pale. The poison canister in his hand fell to the ground and rolled a long way away.
"Big...Big Boss?" Luo Meng squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.
Xu Hao realized what was happening and, with a thought, completely absorbed the dark cyan qi he had been releasing into his body.
The invisible mountain pressing down on the three of them vanished instantly.
The mud monkey lay sprawled on the ground, panting heavily, looking at Xu Hao as if he were the King of Hell.
"Boss, where did you go and eat those magic pills? That aura just now was even more terrifying than that old bastard who cleaved the sky in the secret realm with a single palm strike!"
"Stop flattering me." Xu Hao kicked the mud monkey and turned his gaze to the newly grown scarlet wooden door in front of him.
The scroll painting of the blessed land has already provided information: the Blood Fiend Training Room.
The Zhenyuan received a boost from Xu Hao's upgrade, creating a special space containing an extremely high concentration of blood-fiend energy. Practicing martial arts and refining one's qi and blood within it is twice as effective with half the effort.
"Second brother, this door is a good place." Xu Hao pointed to the scarlet wooden door. "It's full of bloodthirsty energy inside, which can accelerate your martial arts comprehension. All three of you will stay inside from today onwards. No one is allowed to come out until their cultivation level has improved."
Mud Monkey followed Xu Hao's finger and looked in the direction indicated. He smelled a pungent, bloody odor, and his face turned green. "Boss, this place doesn't smell like a human habitation place. Can I watch the boat for you outside?"
"Fine." Xu Hao smirked and lightly traced a line in the air with his fingertip.
A dark cyan aura shot out, grazing the mud monkey's scalp and slicing a three-inch-deep gash in the nearby Xuanwu bone armor. "If you can withstand this attack, you'll never need to enter this door again."
Mud Monkey touched the tuft of hair that had been shaved off his head, swallowed hard, and quickly got up from the ground, heading straight for the scarlet wooden door. "Boss, you're joking. I love practicing martial arts; I feel uncomfortable if I don't practice for a day."
Luo Meng grinned widely, stretched his limbs, and strode after him.
Chen Yuanzhi picked up the poison tube, glanced thoughtfully at Xu Hao, and then turned and walked towards the training room.
Xu Hao watched the three of them go inside, then looked down at his palm.
Early stage of the Opening Acupoints Realm.
The so-called Foundation Establishment stage in the Chenhuang Realm.
With this tenfold increase in internal energy and the Zhenyuan steed, even if he encountered someone in the mid-stage of the Tongqiao Realm, they might not be a match for Xu Hao.
The black tortoise, which had been sleeping soundly in the corner and had been left there by the mud monkey, was suddenly awakened.
This ancient, powerful creature, which was once so imposing in the Cloud Hidden Realm, now stared intently at Xu Hao with its blood-red, moon-like eyes wide open.
It sensed an aura emanating from Xu Hao that made its soul tremble.
It was a domineering will that completed the array patterns on its back and completely subdued it.
Xu Hao took a step forward.
The black tortoise suddenly shrank its head into its shell, which was larger than a washbasin, and frantically paddled with its limbs, rubbing its thick shell against the wooden planks until it creaked, managing to shrink another three inches into the shadows of the lower deck.
"Coward."
Xu Hao glanced at it, ignoring why this strange beast, which had completely adapted to its "shrunken" life, was lingering on his ship.
He walked to the hatch and looked out at the turbulent sea.
Although it was only a few days, it felt to him like he had just escaped death and then had a wonderful dream.
Early stage of the Opening Acupoints Realm.
He felt a dark cyan aura within his body, powerful enough to tear apart refined iron.
This power was enough to dominate a region in Shengzhou, but it was still no match for a Golden Core stage expert like Luo Zhenfeng.
However, he has plenty of time, and if they meet again, it won't be as simple as just destroying one of his secret realms.
Xu Hao clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.
The compass in his mind was still spinning, and one of the points of light was pointing in the direction of Qingzhou, where the capital of the Great Heng Empire was located.
"Boss, spirit stones—"
The mud monkey's voice came from the practice room, but it was much quieter.
Xu Hao replied irritably, "They're all here with me. If you can't break through this layer of skin, you'll never get your hands on a spirit stone in your entire life."
Suddenly, an even more intense series of punches and kicks rang out from inside.
Deep within the lower deck, newly formed basalt bone armor intertwined to create a cramped yet indestructible dark chamber.
Xu Hao sat cross-legged on the smooth deck, ignoring the sound of the waves crashing against the ship outside.
He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the sea of knowledge.
An ancient, dark gold compass was slowly turning. On its eight markings, two bright spots shone dazzlingly, persistently flashing with a guiding light.
Xu Hao determined the location.
One points to Qingzhou, where the capital of the Great Heng Empire is located, right under the emperor's nose, where the dragon vein lies.
Another direction points to the frigid lands of the far north, Yanzhou, a haven for barbarians and snow-covered behemoths.
Xu Hao opened his eyes, his fingers habitually stroking the hilt of the Devouring Sea Blade.
The blade emitted a greedy hum, seemingly still savoring the feast in the Hidden Cloud Realm.
Hearing the faint sound of waves coming from outside the cabin, he felt somewhat dazed.
I remember when we first pulled Chen Yuanzhi out of the sea in Shengzhou and threw him onto Ghost Cry Reef, the two of us were gnawing on salted jerky that was as hard as a rock and talking about the inheritance of the Martial Ancestor.
The fate of the Great Heng Kingdom is collapsing, strange and supernatural things are rampant, and powerful clans hold the ladder to advancement.
He was just a lowly martial artist, hoping to protect his life in this chaotic world where people devoured each other, and incidentally scavenge some scraps from the blessed land scroll.
Contending for the world? Too exhausting, and unrealistic.
Xu Hao raised his hand, his fingertips twitching slightly.
A dark cyan aura of the Tongqiao Realm burst forth from his body, weaving between his fingers like a nimble snake, even cutting tiny vacuum cracks in the surrounding air with this force.
The Zhenyuan ship beneath his feet emitted a deep rumble. This demonic ship, which had devoured the core of the Yunyin Earth Vein and ancient array patterns, was carrying him as it rampaged across the sea off Shengzhou.
Tianqing's martial arts have not been interrupted.
The young masters of the Chenhuang Realm, who were cultivators, had bodies as fragile as paper. Even the attack from the old dog, a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator who had crossed over from another realm, was shredded by the spatial turbulence.
Now that the Martial Ancestor's compass has lit up, and now that he has obtained the fragment of the "Myriad Transformations Heavenly Vault Scripture",
Why should the remaining eight divine skills be given to others?
Xu Hao suddenly clenched his five fingers, crushing the protective energy at his fingertips.
I want them all.