Chapter 1848: Blood Collection

How many Ancient Sages from the Foreign Tribe died was of no concern to Zhang Xuan. What he valued most was the blood of powerhouses at the "Drop of Blood Rebirth" level.

As long as he had enough of this, breaking through to Ancient Sage would be much easier.

So, he happily pierced the man's palm with his spear and began collecting the blood in a jade bottle.

"You're asking to die!"

This Ancient Sage was on the verge of going mad.

Although under the influence of the Talisman Seed and obeying orders, he still retained his consciousness. As a dignified Ancient Sage of the Drop of Blood Rebirth level, and one of the many kings of the Spirit Race, he was already frustrated at being injured by a Grand Sage. But the perpetrator not only didn't flee but also audaciously collected his blood...

This was blatant provocation!

Gritting his teeth, the Ancient Sage roared in fury. He no longer cared about chasing after Emperor Chen Yong and Liu Yang. His other palm tore through the air and struck downwards.

He wanted to directly crush this lawless fellow to death.

The power of a Drop of Blood Rebirth Ancient Sage was like an surging river or ocean, boundless and immense. His enraged strike was even more terrifying in its momentum.

*Thud!*

Before the formidable power could reach the young man, the spear once again pierced through the air and, in a single thrust, impaled that hand as well.

Blood gushed out.

The Ancient Sage cried out in pain and watched as the young man rushed over again, producing another jade bottle and continuously collecting the blood, afraid to waste a single drop.

Trembling with rage, he circulated his True Qi to seal his blood vessels. Although the wounds were gruesome, no more blood flowed out.

At his level of cultivation, if he didn't want blood to flow, not a single drop would escape.

"Hmm?"

When the blood stopped flowing, the young man who was collecting it frowned, paused, and showed clear displeasure on his face.

"You brat, how dare you collect my blood? You must die today!"

The Ancient Sage let out a sigh of relief, his face contorted in a grimace. Before he could finish speaking, he saw the young man, with an annoyed expression, grab the spear. It reappeared and stabbed out again.

He didn't know where it was aimed, but space twisted, and the spear tip was already at his thigh.

*Thud!*

Another large hole appeared.

The Ancient Sage froze, then watched as the young man flew over again with the jade bottle, with a satisfied expression, continued collecting the blood.

"Damn it!"

This Ancient Sage was on the verge of tears.

Only then did he realize that the other party could kill him with ease, yet chose not to, instead treating him as a blood-collecting specimen.

Unable to bear it any longer, he turned to flee.

*Thud!*

A hole appeared in his backside, and blood spurted out.

Zhang Xuan filled one jade bottle, then continued with a second. Before long, he had filled over ten bottles. Each time the opponent sealed his blood vessels, Zhang Xuan would stab him again with the spear, not caring that he wasn't hitting the same spot.

After repeated stabs, the Ancient Sage learned his lesson. He no longer tried to escape, but sat still, motionless, his eyes staring blankly as if his soul had left him. Dozens of holes on his body spurted blood like a showerhead.

He couldn't evade it anyway; the more he dodged, the more he would be stabbed. It was better to just let it be...

Before long, due to excessive blood loss, the Ancient Sage tumbled from the sky.

He was likely the first person at his level of cultivation to die from excessive blood loss.

Having killed one, Zhang Xuan looked towards the others.

Ancient Sage Huo Xu, Ancient Sage Mo Ling, and several other Ancient Sages had combined their efforts, demonstrating astonishing combat power. Even with Emperor Chen Yong severely wounded and not as strong as before, they were still a formidable force.

Although the numerous Ancient Sages under the influence of the Talisman Seed were powerful, both sides had their own methods, making it difficult to determine a winner in a short time.

At their level of cultivation, killing an opponent was no longer easy. Normally, battles would last for many days, with the loser fleeing and the victor suffering severe injuries and a significant reduction in lifespan.

For this reason, Ancient Sages were like nuclear bombs to both humanity and the Foreign Tribe, used only for deterrence, with actual combat opportunities being rare.

While the battle raged on, Emperor Chen Ling in the center remained undisturbed. The countless treasures on the altar, offered for the sacrifice, all ignited, forming raging flames.

A sky-piercing power descended from above, surging into his meridians along the acupuncture points throughout his body.

Indeed, his previous injuries were gradually healing under the impact of this power, even becoming stronger.

"Damn it, I must stop him! If I let this guy recover, it'll be hard to defeat him..."

Zhang Xuan's eyebrows shot up.

Although Emperor Chen Ling's combat power at his peak was not as strong as Emperor Chen Yong's, he was still one of the few super grandmasters among both humanity and the Foreign Tribe. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to control a territory unchallenged by countless Ancient Sages.

While severely wounded, he wasn't that formidable, and Zhang Xuan could defeat him with the Dragonbone Divine Spear. But once he recovered, killing him would be troublesome.

"Break!"

Unable to hold back any longer, Zhang Xuan shook his spear and charged directly towards Emperor Chen Ling. The dark Dragonbone Divine Spear ripped through space, aiming straight for the latter's head, as if to pierce it in a single thrust.

"Young Master, no..."

Seeing him charge directly, Emperor Chen Yong's pupils constricted, and he urgently called out.

However, it was already too late. Before the spear could reach Emperor Chen Ling, a force swept down from the black hole in the sky. As it collided with the spear, Zhang Xuan immediately felt as if the web of his hand would be torn apart, and blood flowed out.

The spear was also thrown from his hand by the shock, landing with a "hum" and piercing a huge hole in the ground.

"What's going on?"

In his desperation, Zhang Xuan activated his bloodline power and hastily retreated, narrowly avoiding the sweeping light. He returned to his spear, pulled it out, his face full of confusion.

With just that one impact, the Dragonbone Divine Spear had developed a faint crack, seemingly suffering a significant injury.

However, for a weapon of this caliber, as long as there was enough Ancient Sage blood, it could quickly recover.

"Young Master," Emperor Chen Yong hastily sent a telepathic message, "during the sacrifice, the connection is made with a deity from another world. Rushing in to interrupt is equivalent to offending a god, and naturally, you will be punished..."

"Offending a god?"

Zhang Xuan's pupils constricted.

No wonder the powerful Dragonbone Divine Spear was knocked away with a single blow, without even the power to retaliate. He hadn't expected such a concept.

However, upon reflection, he understood.

A sacrifice meant offering valuable things to a deity, who would then grant rewards based on the quantity of offerings. At that moment, a connection was established. Rushing in to disrupt it was an act of contempt for the deity's dignity, and naturally, punishment would follow.

No wonder Emperor Chen Yong, despite seeing the sacrifice begin and feeling furious, dared not charge in. So this was the underlying reason.

"If I don't stop him and let the sacrificial ritual complete, his injuries will recover, and we might all die here..."

Zhang Xuan's brows furrowed.

Deities were indeed not to be offended. But if he didn't intervene and allowed the ritual to complete, Emperor Chen Ling's injuries would fully recover, and no one would be able to defeat him again.

At that point, their so-called power grab and revenge would become a joke, and they might even all perish here.