Chapter 773: Blood Battle King, Self-Sacrifice Demon Fist
The ninth bronze lamp was successfully ignited!
As the ninth bronze lamp blazed to life, both inside and outside the Body Refining Tower, a strange silence fell across everything.
Han Yue and the others stared at the ninth lamp, their faces frozen in sheer disbelief.
No one had expected Mo Yu to ignite all nine bronze lamps.
Cai Lin too was momentarily stunned, but soon recovered, a faint smile curving her lips. After all, she had always believed he could.
Before the black stele, nine lamps burned together.
Mo Yu slowly withdrew his fist. The purple-golden light surging along his arms began to dim. But this time, his power had clearly reached its limit—his muscles trembled, and even moving his legs felt impossible.
His strength was entirely exhausted.
Buzz!
As Mo Yu stood motionless, the stele before him finally responded. Bright red lines spread across its surface like pulsing veins.
The massive stone vibrated, and streams of near-scarlet mist began to seep out from within.
That mist carried tremendous vital power—pure and turbulent, suffused with the essence of the Devouring Sky Divine Beast. Simply breathing a trace of it replenished the strength Mo Yu had lost.
His flesh boiled from within, as if every cell screamed with primal hunger, desperate to devour that crimson energy.
Mo Yu's eyes gleamed. The aura was dozens of times stronger than what Han Yue, Mang Lie, or Ran Ben had received earlier!
So this was the reward for igniting all nine lamps—rich enough to make anyone go mad with envy.
Without hesitation, Mo Yu inhaled deeply, drawing the crimson mist greedily into his body.
As he absorbed the chaotic blood essence, Ran Ben watched from afar, his expression twisting with a mix of jealousy and hatred, powerless to do anything but seethe.
Time passed, and every trace of crimson energy was devoured. Mo Yu could feel his body undergoing a complete transformation, his strength evolving—his Heaven-Shaking Divine Arms responding freely to his will and reaching a new peak.
Now, he had no reason to fear any "divine beast prodigy."
Within the ranks of Seventh-Grade Sovereigns, there might no longer be a single one able to stand against him.
Smiling faintly, Mo Yu's attention lifted toward the stele once again. Behind it, he now noticed a newly formed gate of light, rippling with ancient, primordial force.
It seemed this was the passage to the tower's final level.
The gate exuded an archaic aura, heavy and boundless as the desolation of the primordial era. Just looking at it inspired awe and reverence.
The gazes of the five—Mo Yu, Cai Lin, Mang Lie, Han Yue, and Ran Ben—locked upon it.
"So this is the portal to the final level?" Cai Lin murmured, her eyes shining.
Mang Lie shook his head slightly. "Few ever reach the fifth layer. It's said that final trial changes every time—none can be certain what test awaits us."
Mo Yu's gaze sharpened. "Then let's find out."
With that, he strode forward first, stepping directly through the gate.
Behind him, Cai Lin and Mang Lie followed immediately. Han Yue and Ran Ben exchanged glances, then stepped in as well.
Ran Ben entered last. Watching Mo Yu's figure vanish into the gate, a chilling gleam flickered in his eyes.
"This time, I must seize the greatest opportunity," he whispered. "Then I'll make sure Mo Yu dies here."
Steeling himself, he stepped into the radiant gate.
…
As Mo Yu passed through the light, brilliance enveloped him for a moment before fading like retreating tides. The next instant, the metallic scent of blood filled the air.
They stood upon an ancient battlefield. Across the endless ground lay countless corpses, the stench of blood thick and cloying. A heavy aura of slaughter spread through heaven and earth.
Behind Mo Yu, Cai Lin and the other three appeared, their pupils contracting sharply. Instinctively, they released spiritual energy to guard their bodies.
Buzz!
Suddenly, the battlefield trembled quietly.
Then Mo Yu and the others saw it—the blood and slaughter qi condensed like living storms, gathering high above. Before them, a dark crimson figure took shape.
The figure was clad in blood-red armor, towering and motionless. A flood of murderous intent erupted from him like a raging tide, shaking the very air.
The sheer killing aura made their bodies stiffen; even breathing became impossible.
The crimson figure lowered his head slowly, revealing a pair of deep, emotionless red eyes that swept across them.
Under that gaze, Mo Yu and the others felt their blood run cold. Every instinct screamed at them to run, but through sheer will, they stayed rooted to the ground.
"I," said the figure, voice echoing through the void like thunder, "am the Blood Battle King."
"Blood Battle King?" Mang Lie, Han Yue, and Ran Ben all blanched.
Cai Lin blinked, confused. "Who is that?"
"In the ancient age," Mang Lie explained with reverence, "the Blood Battle King was a peerless warrior of the Divine Beast Origin. Not born with great talent—but through endless wars, he survived countless blood seas and corpse mountains. It's said that with the power of a perfected Earth Sovereign, he was strong enough to threaten Heaven Sovereigns."
"During the foreign invasion," he continued gravely, "he fought a being equivalent to a Heaven Sovereign and perished together with it."
"Perished with a Heaven Sovereign…" Mo Yu's eyes hardened.
That kind of man—bridging an unbridgeable gap—stood among the fiercest in history. No wonder even his remnant carried such a presence after hundreds of thousands of years.
As they stood in awe, the blood-red figure's voice sounded again, cold and vast.
"Take one punch from me. Pass, and you may proceed."
The words made their scalps tingle. This wasn't just any opponent—this was the projection of one who'd slain a Heaven Sovereign with his dying blow!
"Damn it, this is insane!" Han Yue gritted his teeth. Even at his peak, he doubted he could withstand a single strike.
Mang Lie shook his head grimly. Cai Lin's brows knit together.
Mo Yu's eyes flickered with determination. His arms glowed faint purple-gold.
No matter what they thought, the Blood Battle King's expression remained impassive. As he clenched his fist, the killing aura around him intensified into a suffocating storm.
His voice, cold and heavy as steel, thundered through the battlefield.
"I have fought countless wars and forged my own art—the Self-Sacrifice Demon Fist. Whoever endures it shall inherit the first form."
"What?!"
The declaration stunned them. Their eyes widened with disbelief.
A divine art—a martial technique created by the Blood Battle King himself!
Every rational thought screamed that surviving it was impossible. Yet the allure of obtaining such a godlike technique overwhelmed their fear.
Even Earth Sovereigns would kill for such power—how could they resist?
The worth of that art alone eclipsed all previous rewards combined.
Mo Yu's eyes blazed with feverish heat. Even his true body would covet such a martial art.
The Blood Battle King's voice fell silent. His aura swelled once more as endless killing intent erupted from within him. With one step forward, the sky roared.
That single step echoed like countless war cries—an ocean of carnage transcending time, shaking the world itself.
His eyes remained void of emotion as he looked upon the five. Then he drew back his fist, and a low, ancient chant whispered through the air:
"Abandon the mortal body… and shatter eternity."
Boom!
As his strike descended, the very air within thousands of meters vanished, compressed and torn apart.
A thousand-foot-wide fist of blood light descended from the heavens—a demon's fist that could annihilate worlds.
Before it even landed, the ground for miles cracked and caved. Deep fissures split the earth beneath their feet.
It was a blow that could destroy everything.
Roaring, the five unleashed their full strength—desperate to withstand it. Yet even as their energies flared, their knees trembled beneath the staggering pressure.
This trial was never meant for mortals.
Roar!
Han Yue let out a furious bellow, black light exploding from his body. Behind him loomed the massive phantom of an ancient Rhinoceros Demon, stamping the earth, meeting the bloody fist with a thunderous cry.
Ran Ben flared with scarlet light, his body morphing into the form of a colossal crimson python. Runes shimmered across his scales, weaving protective barriers around him.
Mang Lie drew a long breath; seven-colored power swirled as he transformed into a Seven-Colored Swallowing Python, radiating fierce might.
As for Cai Lin, she merely pressed her palms together. Nine-colored energy blossomed around her, forming a radiant shield that glimmered with divine hues.
Seeing her, Mo Yu's expression hardened. Blazing purple-gold light erupted from his body, his Divine Beast Physique pushed to the limit. His flesh gleamed like metallic violet, indestructible.
By the time they unveiled every ounce of strength, the descending fist loomed just a few hundred meters overhead. The pressure alone nearly shattered the ground beneath them.
Bang!
The battlefield collapsed layer by layer. The horizon itself seemed to shrink as the terrain sank into a vast crater.
Mang Lie and the others, in their beast forms, roared in agony. Their massive bodies trembled before collapsing, the light around them dimming rapidly.
Cai Lin's nine-colored barrier flickered violently, cracks spiderwebbing across its brilliant surface.
Even Mo Yu, though his body radiated divine resilience, was not spared. His bones creaked loudly beneath the crushing weight—the sound of his body on the verge of breaking.
His legs sank deep into the earth as fissures spread outward from beneath him.
Rumble!
The Blood Battle King remained unbothered by their struggles. The blood-light fist bore down, its power growing with every inch.
Under that impending destruction, Mo Yu could no longer move—but within the titanic shadow of that fist, he sensed something stirring… a spirit of madness, of willful defiance, of sacrifice.
In that instant, realization dawned in his heart.
The creator of this punch had poured his entire being—life and death alike—into a single strike.
The Self-Sacrifice Demon Fist.
A fist where one abandoned life itself to destroy all before them.
(END CHAPTER)
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