Bang!
Another soundless explosion rang out.
The eight chains did not move at all.
The strange fist exploded again, then the flow converged and formed a fist to strike again …
The demon concubine had already forgotten to count.
Son of Heaven Mi did not do anything and allowed Xie Tian to attack continuously.
Of course, this was not the high and mighty inaction …
He was very sure that even if he did not do anything, Xie Tian would not be able to break his chains.
However, he wasn't complacent at all because these eight chains corresponded to the forty percent Dao Energy that he was certain belonged to Bing Yan, Luo Su, and Ao Ji.
In other words, unless Xie Tian comprehended 40% of the three's Dao, he would not be able to make the chains reverse or even break them under Son of Heaven Mi's inaction.
Unfortunately, Xie Tian only comprehended 30%.
But sometimes, even if it was a pity, an action that couldn't be used to its fullest potential, it would be even more shocking.
This was because even though Xie Tian couldn't make the chains retreat, he was able to block them.
The cause of this situation was the strange pattern reflected in Son of Heaven Mi and the demon concubine's eyes.
The pattern was constructed by Xie Tian's burning qi and blood.
However, what could support the pattern in the endless darkness was the aura that Son of Heaven Mi had mentioned twice.
To be precise, it was the aura that Xie Tian, Bing Yan, Luo Su, and Ao Ji had intertwined further.
"Using the intertwined aura as the path, using the burning qi and blood as the power to control Dao …"
This sentence appeared in Son of Heaven Mi's mind as he stared at the strange pattern in a daze.
However, this sentence was not enough to describe what he saw. It was a scene that others could not see, a scene that seemed indiscernible but was actually extremely shocking.
This strange pattern was formed by threads of blood.
The control of Dao was also completed by these countless blood threads.
However, these countless blood threads that penetrated deep into the power of Dao were not as simple as pulling a string tied to a piece of wood.
The blood threads were like knives that split the power of Dao.
The blood threads were like pliers that twisted the power of Dao.
The blood threads were like hooks that connected the power of Dao.
The blood threads were like hammers that nailed the power of Dao.
The blood threads were like pulling and twisted the power of Dao.
The blood threads were like needles that stitched up the power of Dao.
…
The blood lines in Emperor Mi's eyes were like the greatest craftsmen in the world …
Even though he only understood 30% of the power of Dao, he was still able to perfectly control his aura and carve out what he wanted to carve from the most superficial level.
This was the key reason why Xie Tian was able to resist the eight chains with only thirty percent of his understanding of Bing Yan's Dao.
Not enough comprehension?
It was fine.
Even if I can only touch the surface of the fur, the most perfect control on the surface of the fur will be able to achieve my goal of controlling the power of the Tao.
When the Emperor of Millet heard Xie Tian's indifferent voice faintly …
Bang!
Another loud explosion rang out.
This time, it was no longer silent. As the curtain that covered the sky disappeared, the endless darkness completely faded away. This loud sound turned into a deafening clap of thunder in everyone's ears.
The darkness is no more.
The long-lost light appeared once again.
This appearance …
That pair of blood-red eyes that attracted most of the spectators became inconspicuous.
The interweaving auras that supported Xie Tian to burn his Qi and blood also disappeared.
Even the strange fist that everyone could see lost its luster.
Even the owner of the blood-red eyes …
The person who used the interweaving auras to do something that defied the heavens …
The creator of the strange fist …
He did not emit the cold domineering aura, arrogance, and arrogance that the living beings expected to appear. Instead, he was like a fish that had been dehydrated for a long time returning to the lake. He opened his cheeks greedily and sucked in the air that he relied on for survival.
Of course, in this deathly silent world, other than Xie Tian's heavy breathing that sounded like bellows, there were other sounds …
For example, the slight trembling of his legs due to lack of strength.
For example, the soft humming of his bean-sized sweat drops falling into the outer realm.
Regardless of which sound it was, it portrayed Xie Tian's sorry state on an extreme level.
However, the living beings did not see a sorry state. They only saw a ball of light that was even more resplendent than the light that Xie Tian released in the endless darkness.
"Alright …" After catching his breath, Xie Tian looked at Bing Yan and the other two who were staring at him in a daze. "It's, it's your turn. I need to rest for a while …"
"Oh."
"Oh," Bing Yan stiffly replied and turned around. Not long after, she turned around again.
"It's our turn. What should we do?"
"Fight …"
"Oh …"
…
The short conversation not only put an end to the shocking cloud of doubt that shrouded the battle between Xie Tian and Emperor Millet, but it also restarted the normal battle.
The so-called normal battle meant that Emperor Millet's opponents could only be Bing Yan and the other two.
Without the Sky Veil, the three's cultivation base recovered with a whoosh.
Their attacks were filled with the graceful trajectory of the Dao.
Even the dense net, five-colored, and red flowers appeared in front of Xie Tian again to block the two chains …
However, this was not what the combatants saw.
Instead, they saw the strange pattern, the strange fist, the dense net, five-colored, and red flowers.
However, at this moment, they could no longer mock the dense net, five-colored, and red flowers …
It was because just now, the three of them were controlled by a strange diagram, turning into a strange fist that carried out a battle.
Compared to the battle that had taken place on the battlefield with a great disparity in strength …
At this moment, the scene of the battle was even more spectacular. Strange phenomena rose and fell, and the aura of the Dao rushed toward them.
However, not to mention the spectators, even the four combatants felt that the battle had lost its flavor.
It was as if the spectators had already had a full meal before the battle, and the combatants had also seen the beauty of a full stomach.
Suddenly …
Bing Yan, who was in the middle of the battle, abruptly stopped, as if he had forgotten that there were two chains in front of him and that he was in a life-or-death situation …
"Try your best. Persevere …"
Bing Yan, who had forgotten about the battle, recalled what Xie Tian said at the beginning and finally understood what Xie Tian wanted them to persevere for.
"Persevere and don't faint so that your aura won't collapse …"
Then …
Ao Ji also stopped.
"Is it a matter of course, 40%, or 30% that I witnessed with my own eyes …"
It seemed that this question was more important than the battle and protecting the young master of the Lu Family …
After forgetting about the battle, Ao Ji even exited the battle mode just to figure out this question.
Finally …
Luo Su also stopped.
"Controlling … blood essence? Could it be that this prince has run into a long-lost relative … "
Fortunately, they did not bring death upon themselves when they stopped.
This was because Emperor Millet, who had not smiled since the third battle, also stopped.
He looked up at the sky.
For a long time.
After a long time, his slightly complicated gaze fell on Xie Tian, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, watching the battle and recovering at the same time.
However, based on his understanding of Xie Tian, when he saw Xie Tian's astonished expression after the battle strangely stopped and his butt that was already half an inch up, he knew that Xie Tian was going to run away.
This was something that had to be stopped.
But the way he stopped it …
"Shall we, have another battle?"
Xie Tian, who had just raised his butt, was startled when he heard this.
At this moment, he had not yet figured out why Bing Yan and the other two had stopped first. Then, he heard Bing Yan and the other two, who were trying to figure out his doubts, answer for him.
"Sure!"
"Of course!"
"Brother, this prince has a lot of blood essence. Do whatever you want!"
…
After these three sentences …
A super large secret net.
A super thick five-colored net.
A lot of blood essence.
It appeared in front of Xie Tian.
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