Shan Yao stood below the God Prison, wrapped in red flames as it spun. She was the one controlling it.
“Where is he?”
Zheng Wufang had been focused on dealing with Yang Chan and only now realized that none of the hundred aliens he came with were around.
They didn’t up and vanish, they were tucked away in God Prison, of course. Courtesy of Shan Yao.
“This…”
Zheng Wufang was shocked to find his blood cloud getting sucked into the flaming pagoda.
“Damn!”
Zheng Wufang panicked. As he tried to bring his blood qi back he found it was out of his control, sucked into the God Prison.
“I am the third disciple of God King Blackblood. I cannot be killed. Li Mo, you’re delusional if you think you can!”
Zheng Wufang roared, cutting himself from the blood cloud and reforming his body.
In his struggle, he lost a third of blood qi to the God Prison.
Boom~
Zheng Wufang shot five blood qi attacks at God Prison, but all were perfectly absorbed.
“True God Physique, die!”
Zheng Wufang noticed the God Prison was strange and instantly knew he had to change targets to its controller, Shan Yao!
Boom~
Five blood qi attacks shot for Shan Yao, ineffective…
Shan Yao was even tougher than God Prison.
“Curses, I was so close, so damn close!”
“Li Mo, next time you’re dead, mark my words!”
Thump!
Zheng Wufang roared and exploded in blood, each drop fleeing every which way.
God Prison passed over every place absorbing the drops, but many still escaped.
“Ha-ha-ha…”
“Useless! As long as one drop remains, I will return! Blood God Art is the best in this!”
Zheng Wufang’s cackle came from afar.
“Calling a mere Demon Blood Sutra godly?” Li Mo snorted.
“Hey, kid, you sure know a lot, but so what? There’s nothing you can do to me!
“You are lucky this time. You have that weird pagoda and the True God Physique helping you. But next time, you will die.”
“There won’t be a next time.” Li Mo’s crisp voice came.
“What are you talking about? Cracking jokes?”
“Exactly what I said!”
Shan Yao brought God Prison to Li Mo and Li Mo used his divine sense on it since only his body was immobile. When his divine sense locked on Zheng Wufang’s blood qi, he chanted.
When he finished, Zheng Wufang was thousands of miles away. But he still felt a stabbing pain as it tumbled into the ground from the sky.
He was about to explode himself again, but could not.
“Li Mo, what did you do to me?”
“Nothing much, just a curse from the Demon Blood Sutra!”
Li Mo kept chanting and Zheng Wufang kept wailing. In half an hour, his body festered and was deader than any dead had ever died.
‘So what if you can turn into millions? With one drop of your blood, I can curse you and you’ll still die.‘
The past Li Mo and the God King Blackblood, Yun Tianzhan, fought countless times. Each battle ended with the latter fleeing. But since he could always revive thanks to the Demon Blood Sutra, Li Mo never could kill him.
Until he learned the Blood Curse. He found that killing Yun Tianzhan couldn’t be simpler. Get hold of a bit of his blood, chant a bit and done.
Li Mo hadn’t kill Zheng Wufang last time since his God Prison could not hold his blood. But now, the God Prison was tough and refined enough to confine even the likes of God King Blackblood, so cursing came easy.
Hum~
Shan Yao Warped to Zheng Wufang’s corpse and took his blood ring.
“This is a spacial sacred item, just like my Star Ring. But with how the blood contaminated it, you’ll just have to throw it in the God Prison and let the natural fire cleanse it.”
Shan Yao did as Li Mo said and the blood ring soon started to shine golden. It was a thing of beauty.
“I-is it for me?” Shan Yao blushed.
“You picked it so of course it’s yours.”
Shan Shou held her cheeks.
Li Mo was oblivious to what she was thinking as he taught her how to use it, “Use your divine sense on the ring, slowly and gently. Wrap it completely and you will open its space.”
Shan Yao did so and opened the Gold Ring’s storage.
“What’s in it?”
“Tens of blood bottles, a blood book and a yellow little man.”
“You can throw the blood bottles. The blood book has to be the Demon Blood Sutra, but its useless to us.
“But hold on to the yellow little man carefully. If memory serves me, that is a fixed Gate, and using him will call upon the God King Blackblood.”
Shan Yao nodded.
“I’m going to rest. Take me to the study.” Li Mo closed his eyes.
The battle had ended with the death of Zheng Wufang and trapping a hundred aliens in God Prison. Yet it was not a reason to celebrate, but worry for Li Mo.
For so many aliens to come out suddenly was a sign there would be many more powerful aliens appearing on Earth.
“Master, rest well. I’m going out.”
Shan Yao closed the door behind her.
She looked tall and intimidating, but her heart was quite gentle.
Li Mo sighed, using spiritual qi to speed up his recovery.
His paralyzed state was just too dangerous. Zheng Wufang was dead, but it was far from safe, not when there were many stronger and more devious beings on Earth.
“Hon… you have a nice bod…”
Li Mo suddenly heard a charming voice.
He found a devastatingly alluring girl before him.
She smiled sweetly and traced his face with her hand.
“It’s quite an average body, but you’ve already stepped on the path to immortality. A veritable rare treasure not seen in millions of years!”
The girl licked her lip seductively.
“Who are you?”
“Me? Your wife, of course.”
The girl giggled, groping Li Mo’s chest and going ever lower…
She then took off his pants.
“How could we waste such a precious’ body’s essence?”
The girl smiled sweetly.
