Chapter 1317: Thousand-Year Blood Python Bloodline

Zhentian Mo's face became pale. He never imagined Qingfeng Li could actually sober up and was not seriously injured.

Looking at the Qingfeng Li's incoming palm, Zhentian Mo raised his head to avoid it. Although his head was hidden, his face was not.

Pa!

Followed by a loud noise, Qingfeng Li's hand severely hit Zhentian Mo's right face, causing it to swell in redness.

"Qingfeng Li is so strong! He even slapped Zhentian Mo. Oh dear, I'm scared."

"Zhentian Mo is a Spirit Emperor, yet he got face-slapped so hard. What a disgrace as the number one self-cultivator of the Devilish Dao."

"Didn't you notice that Qingfeng Li actually defeated Zhentian Mo's Blade Energy Devil."

"Yes, I noticed. Qingfeng Li's body must have a mysterious power to counter that devilish blade's energy."

The surrounding self-cultivators were talking, their eyes full of surprise as they looked at Qingfeng.

Zhentian Mo stood dumbfounded. He had been the number one cultivator in the Devilish Dao for decades. After he entered the first layer of hell, he even obtained an emperor level spirit fruit and broke through to the Spirit Emperor Realm.

Zhentian Mo thought that he was invincible within the World of Self-cultivators and that he could do whatever he wanted, fight anyone he wanted to fight, and kill anyone he wanted to kill. However, the reality gave him a fierce slap to the face.

Qingfeng Li was only a Spirit King Realm master who had a lower cultivation level than Zhentian Mo, but he actually slapped Zhentian Mo's face.

Shame, this is a shame!

Zhentian Mo felt this was the biggest embarassment of his life. And, it was seen by all the other self-cultivators.

Zhentian Mo knew that if he wanted to brush off his shame, he needed to kill Qingfeng Li. The only way to prove to those people his own strength and protect his dignity was to kill Qingfeng Li.

"Qingfeng Li, how dare you hit my face. You completely enraged me. I am going to rip you into thousands of pieces and let you have a painful death." Zhentian Mo's face turned gloomy and every single one of his words were full of killing spirit.

"Devil Emperor Saber, Sky Blade Shadow," Zhentian Mo shouted, as he swung his Devil Emperor Saber forward and turned it into a red blade energy devil.

This blade energy carried along a scream of terror and an invincible force. It rushed toward Qingfeng Li with the intent to kill.

The blade energy devil was like a blood-sucking leech and entered Qingfeng Li's body, wanting to suck out all his blood.

Qingfeng Li had experience this time. He channeled the Golden Flames in his body and rushed toward the blade energy devil. It absorbed all of the devilish blade energy instantaneously into nothingness.

Qingfeng Li looked arrogant. He laughed with disdain, "Zhentian Mo, your Devil Emperor Saber attack is useless to me. You should try something different. You need to use your most powerful attack, or you will be killed immediately."

Seeing Qingfeng Li untouched and insulting him, Zhentian Mo was extremely pissed, as if volcanoes were bubbling and would erupt at any time, burning everything in sight.

Zhentian Mo put away the Devil Emperor Saber from his body, he knew that the Devil Emperor Saber was powerful but it was not enough to kill Qingfeng Li.

"Qingfeng Li, the most powerful card is on me now and I was going to use it to snatch the Immortal's Sutra. I guess I will have to use it on you first. It's your honor to get killed by it." Zhentian Mo smiled faintly and looked proud. Let's not mentioned that he had a fake face on him.

Qingfeng Li felt unimpressed when he saw Zhentian Mo's arrogant look. This guy was a Spirit Emperor and had already attacked him many times, yet he still had not killed him. And he was still pretending now. He really did not understand what death was.

Qingfeng Li smiled faintly and said, "Zhentian Mo, what is your trump card? Tell me about it. Let me see if it is another rookie attack."

"Qingfeng Li, since you want to know, I'll tell you. My attack is my bloodline power."

"What, bloodline power?" Qingfeng Li's face scrunched up, as if he was looking at a fool.

What was Qingfeng Li's most powerful attack? It was not the Strangle Hell Fist, nor the Golden Light Sword, nor the Fire Emperor Sword, nor the Golden Calabash, but it was his bloodline power.

Qingfeng Li's body now had three bloodlines, one was the Wolf God Bloodline, the second was the Devourer Bloodline, and lastly the dragon's blood.

No matter which bloodline, they were all among the strongest bloodline powers between Heaven and Earth. Anyone who dared to challenge Qingfeng Li with their bloodline power would die.

Roar!

Zhentian Mo growled and excited his body's bloodline. A giant Thousand-Year Blood Python was formed on the surface of his body.

This Thousand-Year Blood Python was very strong. It was a full three hundred meters long. Its surface was covered with red scales, each scale as big as a basin and as thick as a palm. The scale looked very tough, blood red, sinister and was emitting a powerful aura. It was frightening to look at.

The Thousand-Year Blood Python was one of the top thousand bloodlines in the ancient era. It was very strong.

During the ancient era, there were many rankings, such as the fairy ranking, saint ranking, spiritual treasure ranking, array formation ranking, and bloodline ranking.

Out of the bloodline ranking, there were many categories. There were the demonic beast bloodlines, the godly beast bloodlines, human bloodlines, five elements bloodlines, natural bloodlines, Heavenly Dao bloodlines, saint bloodlines, and so on.

The Thousand-Year Blood Python was ranked eight hundred and eighty-eight in the ancient Demonic beast bloodline ranking. Think about it, being able to get into the top one thousand of Demonic beast bloodline showed how powerful this bloodline was.

The surrounding people turned pale and their eyes betrayed a touch of panic when they saw Zhentian Mo use the Thousand-Year Blood Python's bloodline. They knew Qingfeng Li was in serious danger this time and will likely be killed by Zhentian Mo.

Qingfeng Li held the smile on his face and said. "Zhentian Mo, I thought your strongest attack was something special, but it is only the Thousand-Year Blood Python. You gave me the chance to tell you what you are good at. You are good at giving away your own life, so I can only fulfill your wish."

Qingfeng Li said it with a calm look. He did not care about the Thousand-Year Blood Python, which made Zhentian Mo pissed.

The surrounding people were also speechless, watching the expression on Qingfeng Li's face, all thinking that Qingfeng Li was being too overly arrogant.

Not everyone could have a bloodline power. Only the ones who were extremely gifted and had ancestors that carried an ancient bloodline could have a bloodline power. Any average person simply would not have it.

For example, among the surrounding self-cultivators, out of one hundred, there was not even one that carried a bloodline.

Zhentian Mo felt that he had been provoked. The Thousand-Year Blood Python's bloodline in his body also felt that it had been provoked, it was an insult to its ancient bloodline's strength.

A master's dignity can never be provoked, whoever dared to provoke it would meet death.

The Thousand-Year Blood Python suddenly waved its tail. Its tail was more than one hundred meters long and it occupied one third of its three hundred meters long body. The huge snake tail swung fiercely towards Qingfeng Li.

Where the tail trailed, the air exploded, and the earth was crushed. One could see how powerful the Thousand-Year Blood Python's strength was.