I Can See Your Combat Power

The old voice was full of pleas that were too heartrending to ignore. Blood-face hurriedly turned around, unwilling to give up, “Fox, why are you doing this? We haven’t lost yet, we can still…”

The stammering Blood God did not voice his plan, because it was a plan they had thought of together when they first learned Tang Luo had entered the Minor Spiritual Realm.

The Demon King, aware of his old friend’s thoughts, sighed and said, “Give it up old friend. Not to mention that I’m suppressed by the Spirit Binding Array and can’t use my divine abilities. Even if I could use my charm to control this young man, a martial artist who has achieved unity of spirit and intent, and also has the Yin-Yang Grinding Disc in his hand, do you think you can wipe out his soul and successfully possess his body?.“

“Old friend, we… have lost.”

Although they were unwilling to admit it, these were no longer their glory days. Maybe at their peak, the martial artist in front of them was nothing more than a slightly powerful ant. But in this Minor Spiritual Realm, Tang Luo represented absolute power.

His old friend was troubled by the failure of the Great Blood Fusion Technique, but in the heart of the Demon King, there was a strong premonition. Even if his old friend could successfully use the technique to conjure the Blood Essence Giant, could he possibly fare well against this human martial artist?

This struggle was undoubtedly futile. He just wanted to do his best to protect his old friend’s life.

Seeing the Demon King capitulate so dispiritedly, Blood-face felt a deep sense of self-blame. If he could be stronger, recover more, why would it end so miserably today!

Tang Luo, watching the two divine souls reach a basic consensus, clapped his hands and said, “Look, we are all civil beings, why kill and fight when we can talk things through? Isn’t it, Lord Demon King?”

Upon hearing this taunt, Blood-face trembled without turning back, as he didn’t even want to glance at Tang Luo. Meanwhile, knowing that Han Wu was already dead, the Demon King, relieved of his burden, asked nonchalantly, ■’What exactly do you want to negotiate? What is this about being made a scapegoat?”

“Oh, it’s nothing major!” Tang Luo scratched his head with a laugh, “I was just hoping that Lord Blood God could occupy the three spiritual springs on the fifth floor of the underground palace and then contaminate the hundred thousand acres of spiritual land with the Blood Fiend.”

Silence…then Blood-face whirled around in shock.

“Boy, you dare to utter my name!?”

Tang Luo nodded indifferently, “I’ve always enjoyed reading ancient books. Lord Blood God has such distinctive traits. If I couldn’t recognize them, I’d be pretty stupid.”

The Ancient Records of Gods and Monsters spoke of the Blood God from Longzhou who once commanded billions of Blood Slaves against the Dragon Clan. He was finally killed by the Dragon King, his soul scattered, and the billions of Blood Slaves without their ancestor became mindless puppets for others to control.

This was the backstory of the Blood Slaves, initially he just thought the Blood Slaves were a backup plan left by the Demon King, but when he realized another being existed in the Minor Spiritual Realm, he had a suspicion.

Because Ji Fu had once emphatically stated that there would be no living people left in the Minor Spiritual Realm, but that doesn’t mean there would be no

“divine souls”.

Perhaps the Blood God, who once terrified Longzhou, was hiding in the Minor Spiritual Realm, it’s uncertain. Seeing Blood-faced outside the underground palace confirmed Tang Luo’s suspicions.

Hearing Tang Luo admit that he knew about him, the Blood God cackled, “Old friend, didn’t I tell you? You’ve been tricked again. Since this boy knows my name, how could he let me live? We’ve been fooled!”

He knew very well how bad his reputation was, especially among the Human Race. Back then, the weak Demon Bats had no enemies they could defeat. They could only prey on the weakest – the Human Race.

The reason why most Blood Slaves were humanoid was because the Human Race was the Blood God’s main source of blood. It was due to the weak Human Race, that the Blood God was able to rise. Knowing his origins, the Human Race would never let him escape.

The Demon King’s divine soul trembled in tension, afraid that his old friend was telling the truth and he’d been deceived again.

In his long life, he’d never had many dealings with the Human Race. But every time they crossed paths, it ended in his defeat. Thus, hearing his old friend’s mad laughter made him instinctively feel that he’d been tricked again.

Seeing the Blood God looking smug and proud, and by the way, scaring the Demon King into a jittery state, Tang Luo scoffed, “Lord Blood God, to prevent you from being captured for research a few days after you escape from the Minor Spiritual Realm, I feel obliged to remind you. The world as it stands is owned by the Human Race. So, your favorite source of blood is actually the most dangerous existence for you.”

“A thousand years ago, the Human Race may have been mere lambs to the slaughter in your eyes. But now, in the eyes of the Human Race, you’re just a mobile Blood Slave creation machine. Please do take care of yourself, once word gets out, who knows how many people will be after you.”

In Blood God, Tang Luo saw many detestable traits of the elderly, such as stubbornness, arrogance, indulgence in past glories, and unwillingness to admit that his time has passed.

A thousand years have passed, and the Blood God still foolishly believed that as long as he can escape, he can quickly muster a large army of Blood God’s children and make a comeback to become the Blood God ruler recorded in the ancient books.

What a joke. If he dared to make a move now, who knows how many top warriors of Fierce Realm in Longzhou would dig three feet into the ground to find him. With the current era dominated by Combined Attack Techniques, any mid-sized village has the potential to wipe out millions of Blood God’s children. There are hundreds of such villages on both banks of Lingjiang.

It could only be said that he still regarded himself too highly. A thousand years has passed, the once formidable Dragon Clan are but trapped servants and materials for Spiritual Instruments of the Beast Taming Sect. Yet, the Blood God believed Tang Luo would be afraid knowing his origins.

Isn’t that…funny!?

The Blood God had never been so belittled before. His angry blood-red face stared at Tang Luo, “You dare to look down on me!? If it weren’t for you interrupting my Great Blood Fusion Technique, you would have become my Blood Slave. How audacious of you.”

Proud as he is, he refused to believe Tang Luo’s words, still trapped in the glory of the past.

Naturally, Tang Luo did not bother to argue, turning to the Demon King’s apparition, “Lord Demon King, the deal is as follows: you allow all remaining mechanical puppets to come to the underground palace, then let the Blood God contaminate the fifth floor of the divine land. I’ll start moving the resources from the underground palace and tell the Han Family outside that you’ve bred Blood Slaves in the Minor Spiritual Realm who’ve corrupted the Spirit Spring and exterminated all spiritual plants. If Lord Demon King agrees, I won’t tell the descendants of the Han Family about the existence of the Blood God. What do you think?”

Though Tang Luo’s words were filled with contempt for the Blood God, he conveyed a clear signal: maybe for the Human Race now, the Blood God is nothing special. Tang Luo naturally would not break his promise because of his background.

This assertion was indeed more believable to the Demon King than Tang Luo swearing an oath, because he could feel the sincere scorn and mockery in his

tone..