Chapter 709: Blood Demon Grand Magic! 1
The enormous deer collapsed, and the three Demonfire Patriarchs were sent tumbling backward. Trembling, Patriarch Darkheaven’s Nascent Divinity attempted to flee with all the speed he could muster. His heart was currently filled with infinite regret, regret at the words he had spoken earlier.
He also felt incredible hatred toward the two Ironblood Patriarchs, and especially the now-dead Chang Yi. Were it not for them, he and the others wouldn’t be in such a tough situation now.
“Dammit, if I had known earlier that it would end up like this, I would never have provoked that jinx!”
“Why hasn’t the Patriarch appeared? Don’t tell me this Meng Hao is really going to kill all of us?!”
As they rushed to escape, Meng Hao’s eyes flashed with coldness. He sped forward with unspeakable speed that caused the four cultivators’ scalps to go numb. As he neared, he began to unleash the Blood Demon Grand Magic.
As soon as the magic began to stir, a blood qi exploded up around him, and his right hand turned completely crimson, as if it were made of blood.
“The first stratum of the Blood Demon Grand Magic!”
“The Qi and Blood stratum!”
Meng Hao stretched his hand out toward the three Demonfire Patriarchs and Patriarch Darkheaven’s Nascent Divinity. Although they were separated by dozens of meters, as soon as he reached his hand out, their bodies were surrounded by an enormous blood-colored vortex.
The shocking vortex began to rumble, and from a distance it actually didn’t look like a vortex at all, but rather, a gigantic hand!
The four cultivators were now stuck in the middle of the palm, and were unable to extricate themselves.
The faces of the four filled with even more intense shock than they had been. They could sense that because of the vortex, the qi and blood in their bodies was boiling. Furthermore, they couldn’t even control their cultivation bases; the more they tried, the more they found themselves unable to suppress the boiling.
Immediately, countless cries rang out through the Blood Demon Sect.
“Blood Demon Grand Magic!!”
“This is the Blood Demon Grand Magic!!”
Countless disciples’ eyes gleamed with covetousness as they looked at Meng Hao.
“Only the Blood Prince is qualified to cultivate… the Blood Demon Grand magic!!”
“I can’t believe that the Blood Prince actually acquired the first stratum in only a single day!”
The disciples looked up at Meng Hao and the blood-colored vortex spinning in mid-air, and were filled with both shock as well as unprecedented levels of fanaticism.
There was no other magical technique that could inspire such a craze among the Blood Demon Sect’s disciples like the Blood Demon Grand Magic did. After all, the Blood Demon Grand Magic was the number one magic in the entire Blood Demon Sect!
Once the Blood Demon Grand Magic was unleashed, the three Patriarchs began to struggle violently. Rumbling sounds could be heard as the power of their cultivation bases exploded out. However, it doesn’t matter what they did; they were completely incapable of freeing themselves.
Their fleshly bodies began to wither as blood and Qi pulsed out from inside of them to be absorbed by the vortex and then fused into Meng Hao. His mind trembled as he sensed the power of his fleshly body shooting up at high speed!
As the qi fused into him, an intense sensation of strength rose up from deep within.
“So this is the Blood Demon Grand Magic!” he thought, his eyes shining with a strange light.
The three Demonfire Patriarchs howled.
“Nooo!! The power of my qi and blood! Dammit!”
“Stop! Meng Hao, if you slaughter members of your own sect, you’ll meet a horrific end!”
“Patriarch Blood Demon, save me!!”
They were unable to prevent the qi and blood from flowing out of them, only to be replaced by a sensation of incredible weakness. The only one who wasn’t affected was Patriarch Darkheaven, who had already been reduced to his Nascent Divinity; nevertheless, he was still frightened and astonished.
The entire scene was incredibly shocking to all the onlookers. Hovering in mid-air, Meng Hao lifted up his right arm and made a grasping motion toward the blood-colored hand, causing more pulses of qi and blood to emerge from the men in front of him, which he then absorbed.
“Do you submit, or not!?” he asked coolly.
“Never!!” cried one of the three Demonfire Patriarchs.
“We three Demonfire Patriarchs serve Patriarch Blood Demon! Do you really think we would submit to a trifling brat like you!?” In their rage, the three Demonfire Patriarchs continued to struggle to free themselves from the vortex, and yet were completely incapable.
Their bodies were visibly withering, their skin was smeared with blood. And yet, that did not leave them in despair. What truly left them without hope was… Patriarch Blood Demon still had not appeared.
That cleared up any doubts about one matter. The license to kill that Meng Hao mentioned truly did exist!
And even the lives of Sp