At this moment, the atmosphere became a little stiff.
Emperor An Mang's heart was stirring.
An Lin wore a nonchalant expression as he silently recovered his energy, occasionally glancing at the coffin on Emperor An Mang's back. The coffin was most likely capable of isolating itself from the outside world, but his divine sense was unable to penetrate it.
However, he had a feeling that Cassidy and the others were in the coffin, even though he didn't know whether they were dead or alive.
Hopefully, they weren't. Otherwise, he didn't dare to say what he would do to the Blood Tribe emperors.
Another minute passed.
An Lin couldn't help but chuckle. "What? You're a mighty Blood Tribe emperor, but you're afraid of even a drop of my blood?"
"Hmph!" Emperor An Mang harrumphed coldly before making a grabbing motion, upon which a burst of spatial suction force erupted.
An Lin didn't move, but the drop of blood on his fingertip was already drifting toward Emperor An Mang.
"If I can't even handle a drop of your blood, then how am I supposed to stand at the pinnacle of the Blood Tribe? Let me see what's in your blood! "A determined expression appeared on Emperor An Mang's face as he opened his mouth and swallowed An Lin's blood.
He had his own pride. As the most powerful Holy Disciple in history recognized by the Blood Patriarch, he was confident that his blood was the most precious and purest blood in this world.
All other blood, no matter what it contained, would have to kneel before his blood and bow down to it!
The Blood Tribe was extremely sensitive to blood. In the instant that a drop of blood entered their stomachs, they could sense its quality and essence, thereby allowing them to unleash the full potential of the blood.
Emperor An Mang was no exception.
In the instant that he swallowed An Lin's blood, he had already understood what An Lin's blood was.
His entire body then shuddered.
"My God … What kind of blood is this?!"
Emperor An Mang's eyes lit up, and a faint blush appeared on his fair and thin face.
"Impossible! How could there be such pure blood in this world? It's too perfect! I feel … I feel like the blood within my body has also been purified and elevated! "Emperor An Mang clutched his face with both hands as his eyes glazed over and clear.
An Lin heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed like his blood was still as awesome as ever to the Blood Clan. It was like a nuclear weapon!
"How … how could you have such perfect blood?" Emperor An Mang swallowed incessantly as he stared at An Lin with a scorching light in his eyes.
"Me? I was born with it! "An Lin shrugged and smiled.
"No, that's impossible." Emperor An Mang shook his head relentlessly. "This is definitely not the blood of a living being! You're not a human!"
An Lin's mouth twitched. "Why are you scolding me?"
Dissatisfied, he took out another drop of blood from his chest and said with a smile, "Do you still want to lick my blood?"
Emperor An Mang shuddered, and his breathing accelerated as he stared at the blood on An Lin's fingertip. He was like a starving dog that had just seen a piece of juicy meat …
"My … My blood is the most noble blood in the world. How could it be subdued by your blood? Don't … don't joke around. "
"Just tell me, do you want to lick it?"
"Yes … yes …"
Emperor An Mang's eyes were bloodshot, and a conflicted expression appeared on his face.
An Lin pointed to himself. "If you establish a slave contract with me, I can consider rewarding you with a few mouthfuls of my blood when I'm in a good mood."
"Slave contract?" Emperor An Mang's eyes widened with rage. "You want me to become your slave?"
An Lin nodded. "That's right."
"Hahaha …" Emperor An Mang chortled like a madman. "You want me, Emperor An Mang, to become your slave? You're a lunatic! "
"I, An Mang, am the ruler of an entire realm, and I'm powerful enough to shake the entire Tai Chu Continent. Even if I die on the spot, suffer ten thousand tortures, and die a million times, I still won't give in and become your servant. Dream on!! "
Emperor An Mang roared as if he had lost his mind.
His eyes were burning with desire as he stared at the blood on An Lin's fingertip.
However, his soul was resisting with all its might.
His pride wouldn't allow him to do this!
An Lin couldn't bear to see Emperor An Mang struggling and in pain, and he made another cut on his own body …
Blood flowed freely before converging in front of him.
"If you agree to become my servant, then this blood gift bag is yours." An Lin smiled faintly, and his expression was extremely generous.
Boom!
Emperor An Mang felt as if he had been dealt a blow over ten thousand times over in that instant, and he was completely dumbstruck as he stared blankly at the large ball of blood in front of An Lin.
What a huge amount of HP! What a huge gift!
He was panting heavily, and he swallowed relentlessly.
What would it be like to drink so much blood in one go?
It would be so satisfying, right?!
"I want it! Give it to me! " Emperor An Mang couldn't hold back any longer. His body's desire finally overcame his rationality, and he pounced directly toward An Lin.
An Lin spread open his Wings of Wind and fled into the distance as he yelled, "Oi! This blood can only be given to you after you become my servant! "
"Slave? Alright! I'll become your slave! "Emperor An Mang was extremely excited.
So what if he could become a slave with such perfect blood? To be able to drink such perfect blood every day, this was the life a high-ranking Blood Breed should have!
Emperor An Mang agreed without any hesitation as he stared at An Lin with a scorching light in his eyes.
An Lin immediately made a hand seal and released his blood essence. "Hurry up and accept it."
Emperor An Mang was about to wholeheartedly accept the blood essence that was flying toward him. All of a sudden, his body faltered, and his eyes gradually became clear again. "No … I am the future of the Blood Tribe! I am the Holy Disciple appointed by the Blood Patriarch! I can't become someone else's slave! I can't betray them! I can't betray them! "
Emperor An Mang roared as blood gushed forth from his mouth. He had bitten off his own tongue with his teeth!
The pain allowed him to regain some clarity of mind, and in the battle between his body and his rationality, his rationality gradually prevailed.
An Lin was starting to admire Emperor An Mang. There had never been a Blood Tribe cultivator who could resist the temptation of his blood after tasting it.
Emperor An Mang was the first.
Perhaps this was his pride as the number one Holy Disciple of the Blood Patriarch?
An Lin thought about it for a moment before making another cut on his arm. "This is a double discount for a servant package. What are you waiting for?"
Emperor An Mang felt as if he had been dealt a heavy blow, and the faint scent of blood made his eyes glaze over again.
"Ah … You demon!"
"You're a demon!"
Emperor An Mang had never been in such a state before, and he roared.
Then, an astonishing scene unfolded before An Lin's eyes.
Emperor An Mang immediately turned and fled. He had even used a mystic technique that allowed him to burn his blood to accelerate himself!
That's right, the best way to avoid the temptation of An Lin's blood was to not look at it or smell it. Out of sight, out of mind!
An Lin stared blankly at Emperor An Mang's rapidly disappearing figure. "He ran away just like that?"
He had thought that Emperor An Mang would fight to the death, and he had also thought that Emperor An Mang would surrender. However, never would he have thought that Emperor An Mang would choose to flee …
Using his blood to force an extremely powerful Dao Integration Stage super mighty figure into retreat was quite an accomplishment!
An Lin then looked at the three coffins that were still hovering in mid-air and fell into deep thought again.
Hmm … Emperor An Mang had fled without even taking his coffins with him?
Was his blood that terrifying?
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