Talented Martial Hero

Chapter 1435 Bloodsucker Ancestor's Avatar

Realizing that the situation was hopeless, the three remaining Bloodsucker Princes knew that they had

no other choice.

In the bloodsucker race, every Bloodsucker Prince was regarded as a slave to the Bloodsucker

Ancestor. Each one had a unique way to offer sacrifices to the ancestor in exchange for something.

However, once a Bloodsucker Prince resorted to this, his soul would fall into darkness forever. Thus,

very few Bloodsucker Princes chose to do so. Only a dire situation like this called for it.

"Let's seek help from the ancestor!" Joris and another prince nodded at each other, ready to begin their

sacrifice.

"Great ancestor, listen to your humble servant's story..."

One of the three princes offered up his blood and soul. Immediately, eight altars appeared in front of

him.

To his surprise, the other two princes, Joris and Ryker, didn't make a move.

"Joris! Ryker! What are you two doing?"

the Bloodsucker Prince demanded. Then, his eyes widened as he finally realized what was going on:

he was fooled into sacrificing himself to summon the ancestor.

But he had already begun the process, so there was no turning back now.

Thick blood mist shrouded the eight altars. The Bloodsucker Prince who made the sacrifice lay in the

middle, chanting an ancient and obscure language under his breath.

Runes began to flash in the blood mist.

From above, Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng were closely observing the situation unfold before them.

"Why don't we make a move now?" Knowing in his gut that something was wrong, Lord Feng turned to

look at Lord Starry Sword uneasily.

"Don't you want to see what happens?" Lord Starry Sword replied monotonously, his eyes flashing

coldly.

Lord Feng raised his eyebrows but didn't respond. He had immediately understood what Lord Starry

Sword meant.

It turned out Lord Starry Sword had already heard of the Bloodsucker Princes' unique method. That

was why he had stopped him from leaving.

"Interesting," Lord Feng muttered under his breath. The two stopped chit chatting and trained their

attention on the scene below them.

The blood mist was growing thicker and thicker. Finally, it surged and gradually condensed into a

hapless figure of the bloodsucker race.

From a distance, the figure's face couldn't be seen clearly, but the six pairs of bat wings on its back

made it clear who he was.

Upon the appearance of this figure, Joris and Ryker, who had been standing to the side, immediately

fell to their knees in respect for him.

"My ancestor, please kill those despicable humans and save your humble servants,"

pleaded the trembling Bloodsucker Prince who had summoned him.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Just then, countless streaks of lightning exploded on the seventh floor of the Starry Tower, filling the

entire void with bursts of light.

"Go."

Lord Starry Sword waved his hand, sending Darren and Gilmer into Darren's low-level Starry Tower.

The aura of the six pairs of bat wings was so powerful! It was too dangerous for Darren and Gilmer to

watch the battle, what with their current cultivation level. Any power fluctuation would be more than

enough to crush them into smithereens.

Strong winds whirled around violently. Amidst the chaos, Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng were flying

in place calmly.

"Wow! It truly is the avatar of the Bloodsucker Ancestor!"

Gilmer was scared out of his wit. The Bloodsucker Ancestor was the most powerful and mysterious

existence in the bloodsucker race. Undoubtedly, this posed a problem for Lord Starry Sword and Lord

Feng.

It was known to all that, in the Primitive Wilderness, the ancestors of all races were only second to the

chief gods!

And among these ancestors, that of the fiend race was the strongest. It was said that he was qualified

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with the chief gods himself!

Next to the ancestor of the fiend race, the Bloodsucker Ancestor was the most powerful. He was the

number one enemy of the nine chief gods, yet he had managed to live in the Primitive Wilderness for

hundreds of millions of years. In all that time, the chief gods had never been able to kill him!

The third most powerful ancestor was that of the angel race. It had been said that he confronted the

Bloodsucker Ancestor in an abyss. Their battle lasted over three hundred years before the ancestor of

the angel race finally lost. To survive, he had to split into light and dark angel. However, it had

happened tens of millions of years ago, so it was practically a legend by now.

After all, Gilmer learned all these from some miscellaneous notes, which were not necessarily

accurate.

However, the winged shadow in front of him matched the description of the notes on the Bloodsucker

Ancestor. That, along with the ritual the Bloodsucker Prince had just performed, Gilmer was sure of his

speculation.

"Oh, no. According to the recording about the Primitive Wilderness, the Bloodsucker Ancestor gets nine

pairs of blood red bat wings, and with one single flap of his wings, he could travel five hundred

kilometers..."

Gilmer murmured, recalling his studies. But the creature they'd just seen was slightly different from the

notes.

"Perhaps it's because the power of the Bloodsucker Prince is weakened, so he could only summon the

Bloodsucker Ancestor's avatar, who has only six pairs of wings," Darren posited.

"That makes sense... But no matter what, this avatar is by no means weak. I hope that Lord Starry

Sword and Lord Feng will be okay," Gilmer said, his tone tinged with worry.

Darren and Gilmer continued to watch the battle intently, not daring to blink, lest they miss something

important.

The shadow below gradually condensed. A powerful aura pierced through the sky, and the Starry

Tower began to shake.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, a blood red shadow shot towards Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng.

"Starry Sword. Finley Feng."

The shadow called out the names of Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng in a voice that could make

anyone's skin crawl.

However, the two masters just frowned simultaneously. "Since you know who we are, then are you here

to beg for death?" Lord Feng taunted.

"Ha-ha, ha-ha..."

The blood-red shadow burst into a crazed laughter. As he did, his six pairs of wings spread outward. A

shadow fell on Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng.

"Are all the rising talents of the human race so arrogant? To be honest, you're nothing compared to

Alfredo," the shadow hissed.

"What?" Lord Feng raised his eyebrows. "So, what? You're just a phantom. We'll kill you like a dog."

"Ignorant human," the shadow spat disdainfully. "It's so pathetic that two rising stars of human race are

going to die by my hands. What a pity!"

Boom! Boom!

The heaven and earth began to quake. Suddenly, eighteen rivers of blood poured out from the sky.

In an instant,

the entire place was covered in a sea of blood sloshing around everywhere. Shocked at how quickly it

happened, both Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng turned slightly pale.

They had never seen such a strong blood aura in their lives.

"Defense!"

Lord Feng immediately launched his defense, enveloping himself and Lord Starry Sword in a barrier

that was to protect them from the impact of the blood sea.

At the same time, Lord Starry Sword also made his move to attack.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Twenty-four white shadows shot out, each one clutching a divine sword. This was Lord Starry Sword's

actual strength.

He had a total of twenty-four Supreme Sword Intent Forms!

This time, however, each of the phantoms was holding two swords, a black one and a white one.

The twenty-four Supreme Sword Intent Forms all simultaneously launched forty-eight streams of sword

intent, black and white intertwined, shuttling through the blood sea.

However, blood red figures emerged from the sloshing red sea just in time to meet the Supreme Sword

Intent Forms. Each figure looked exactly the same as the Bloodsucker Ancestor's avatar.

Immediately, the blood red figures and the Supreme Sword Intent Forms engaged in a fierce battle.

The sea of blood began to flow violently, rolling up huge waves that was half a million kilometers high,

and with this, the Starry Tower also began to shake.

The sheer power was absolutely terrifying.

Whoosh!

Just then, Lord Starry Sword suddenly vanished.

He had dove into the sea of blood, spreading out his magnificent god's sense, searching for the

location of the avatar of the Bloodsucker Ancestor.

Lord Feng immediately followed suit. His body began to surge with a purple gold god's power, and he

held a purple and gold-specked spear in his hand. His entire aura also reached its peak.

Even inside the Starry Tower, Darren and Gilmer held their breath as they witnessed the powerful auras

of both sides.

"They are so powerful. It's hard to imagine..."

Gilmer murmured under his breath. Before this, he had thought that Connor, the leader of the Blood

Cloud Region, was at the same level as Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng, albeit slightly weaker.

But now it seemed that he had been a naive fool to have thought so.