Ch. 1792 - Primordial Flame’s True God Blood

This arrow had not even been released yet. It was merely aimed at Xu Zimo.

And yet, the surface of Xu Zimo’s skin was already injured, blood beginning to seep out.

One could imagine just how terrifying this arrow truly was.

“Arrow of Darkness, Soul Ignition,” the Death God of Heavenly Arrows said softly.

The arrow shot forth and completely merged into the darkness.

Xu Zimo could no longer see the arrow. He only felt death enveloping him.

He hurriedly raised Shadow Tyrant in front of himself.

Boom.

A crisp explosion rang out as the dark arrow detonated before him.

The Shadow Tyrant in his hands felt as though it had been struck by a primordial ferocious beast.

Xu Zimo was sent flying backward.

He quickly steadied himself and spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.

Looking down, his chest had completely collapsed inward.

Just a single arrow, and with Shadow Tyrant blocking it, yet he still suffered such a severe injury.

Xu Zimo narrowed his eyes and looked up.

Above the head of the Death God of Heavenly Arrows, three flowers were beginning to take shape.

Three pseudo-flowers radiated terrifying power.

These were pseudo-flowers, forcefully nurtured by the combined strength of the four Death Gods. Once they separated, the petals would naturally dissipate.

But even as pseudo-flowers, there was no difference in power.

The Death God of Heavenly Arrows let out a heavy snort.

Once again, he drew his bow and aimed at Xu Zimo.

This time, three dark arrows condensed together.

Boom.

The arrows shot out, carrying power so immense it destroyed everything in its path.

Three arrows in total, attacking from all directions.

Xu Zimo swung Shadow Tyrant with tremendous force, slashing toward them.

Bang.

He had underestimated the power of these arrows, or rather, they exceeded the limits of what he could withstand.

With just one arrow, Shadow Tyrant struck it, and yet it did not budge at all.

Boom, boom, boom.

Three consecutive explosions erupted before his eyes.

The force of the three arrows once again blasted Xu Zimo backward.

Xu Zimo lifted his head.

His already collapsed chest was now a bloody mess.

The sight was miserable.

He struggled to stand once more, his gaze fixed on the Death God of Heavenly Arrows.

“This arrow will send you to the afterlife,” the Death God of Heavenly Arrows said as he drew his bow yet again.

This time, seven arrows condensed together.

It must be known that three arrows had already nearly killed Xu Zimo.

“Seven Arrows World Annihilation.”

Dark power surged violently. Even for the Death God of Heavenly Arrows, this attack was an enormous burden.

The three flowers above his head flickered in and out, as if they might collapse at any moment.

This was his strongest arrow.

And also his final arrow.

The seven arrows connected together like the stars of the Big Dipper, leaving the bowstring and destroying everything in their path.

They flew straight toward Xu Zimo.

At this moment, Xu Zimo’s vision completely collapsed.

The world shattered. The void twisted.

His entire field of vision was filled by the seven arrows.

“Kill, kill, kill.”

Savage hunting cries echoed in his ears.

At this moment, it was as if Death itself had truly arrived.

Boom.

A deafening explosion roared.

The space where Xu Zimo stood was shredded, everything annihilated within it.

The Death God of Heavenly Arrows stared coldly into the aftermath of the explosion, searching for Xu Zimo’s figure.

At first, Xu Zimo’s life aura truly disappeared.

But not long after, an even more terrifying presence began to spread.

The Death God of Heavenly Arrows instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

Because with the four Death Gods merged, he could also wield the third eye of the Broad-Eyed Death God.

That third eye opened, its gaze falling upon the dusty ruins.

A black silhouette slowly emerged from within.

At this moment, Xu Zimo was like a ferocious beast from the ancient wilderness.

There was an aura about him that did not belong to him.

His eyes, in particular, were pitch black.

Like the Torch Dragon, eyes open, day; eyes closed, night.

Purple patterns spread across his forehead.

In Xu Zimo’s hand was a bottle.

Half of the blood inside had already been consumed.

The remaining half seemed to come alive, faint traces of divinity flowing within it.

And that was not the most critical part.

The blood was black, brimming with demonic power.

Xu Zimo raised the bottle and drank the remaining half in one gulp.

At this moment, his aura began to change rapidly.

The power surrounding him grew stronger and stronger.

Three flowers gathered above his head, surging upward as if he were about to break into the Three Blossoms realm.

“What is that?” the Death God of Heavenly Arrows frowned slightly.

The Broad-Eyed Death God pondered for a moment before saying, “Could that be True God Blood?”

So-called True God Blood was the most precious blood within a cultivator.

Once a cultivator reached the Infinite Dao realm, any True God Blood that flowed out would inevitably manifest physically. The stronger the Infinite Dao cultivator, the more pronounced this manifestation became.

It was said that among those who had separated into Three Selves, their True God Blood could even transform into a living being.

That was creating life from True God Blood itself.

The True God Blood in Xu Zimo’s possession was no less remarkable.

Because it belonged to Primordial Flame.

Primordial Flame, the ruler of the Inferno Crucible Heaven.

Back then, Xu Zimo had given the Water God Gongtu’s inheritance to Primordial Flame, allowing him to change the fate of the Fire God Race.

By harmonizing water and fire, balancing yin and yang, the Fire God Race’s flaws were corrected.

This was a matter of immense significance.

In return, Primordial Flame gave Xu Zimo several items.

Among them were three bottles of Primordial Flame’s True God Blood.

At this moment, Xu Zimo had consumed one bottle.

For a short period of time, he would gain the power augmentation of Primordial Flame.

Although it was impossible for him to contend with a Three Selves existence like Primordial Flame, fighting a Three Blossoms cultivator was more than sufficient.

Xu Zimo knew his time was limited and did not want to waste the True God Blood.

He raised his hand.

Shadow Tyrant flew back into his grasp.

“Now,” he said calmly, “how do you want to die?”

The Death God of Heavenly Arrows frowned.

From Xu Zimo, he felt a terrifying power that made his heart tremble.

He loathed that feeling.

“Kill,” he shouted, waving his hand.

The bow once again gathered dark power, twisting and shattering the void.

“Dark Arrow Rain of Heavenly Arrows.”

Black arrows condensed continuously.

Boom, boom, boom.

The arrows shot into the sky, their power like mountains collapsing and seas overturning.

He fired without pause.

In a short span of time, the sky was completely covered by countless black arrows.

“Fall,” the Death God of Heavenly Arrows commanded.

The arrow rain poured down from the heavens, attacking Xu Zimo from all directions with no blind spots.

“You think these arrows can still threaten me?” Xu Zimo sneered.

Shadow Tyrant trembled in his hand.

Immense power surged from his body into the blade.

Boom.

The blade shook the heavens.

Vast swathes of blade light swept upward like a curtain, cleaving toward the sky.

This was the Heaven-Cleaving Slash.

Under this strike, the arrow rain had no resistance whatsoever.

Everything was obliterated in a single slash.

Xu Zimo’s figure flickered, appearing instantly before the Four Ultimate Death Gods.

He reached out, grabbed the Death God of Heavenly Arrows, crushing bones beneath his grip, and hurled him violently away.

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