It was huge, covered with loose, red fur. Bone spurs stuck out all over its body, making its appearance even more ferocious. Its gaze was filled with bloodthirstiness, like a Qilin or a Bloodlion. The level of incredible fierceness that it emanated was difficult to describe!
This was… the Blood Mastiff!
As soon as it appeared, an aura similar to the Spirit Severing stage exploded out from its body, and even emanated the feeling of a Domain. Meng Hao knew that this Domain was not inherently the mastiff’s, but rather, branded to it by the Blood Immortal as part of its bloodline, and the Blood Immortal legacy.
Such a brand existed in all Blood Spirits. However, because of the unprecedented fusion it had experienced, it was able to completely manifest it. It was for the same reason that the mastiff had fallen asleep for nearly two hundred years. Now, though, it was fully awakened.
The mastiff lifted its head and roared, a sound which shook Heaven and Earth. The sky dimmed and everything trembled. The Violet Sea seethed. All of the Cultivators who remained conscious in the outpost passed out.
Meng Hao looked at the mastiff, at its enormous frame, its fierce appearance, and its intrepid Cultivation base. However, even if the mastiff grew more fierce in appearance, to Meng Hao, it was the same, fluffy little puppy that had run along at his side all those years ago.
It was still his partner, the partner who had fought with him in the Blood Immortal legacy tournament, and had refused to leave his side.
It was the same mastiff who had stood guard over him atop that lonely mountain in the Blood Immortal legacy tournament. No matter how exhausted or injured it grew, even when it was on the verge of death, it refused to leave. It put its own life on the line to protect Meng Hao. Even when exhausted and nearing the point of death, all it wanted was for Meng Hao to lift his hand and pet its head.
Meng Hao would never forget all of that. He had watched as the mastiff, its body broken and nearly destroyed, crawled over to him and then exerted all the effort it could muster just to lick his hand.
Then he thought about how it had saved him during the encounter with the Li Clan Patriarch, using all its power to fling him out of the portal. Innumerable hands had stretched out to grab it, and it was pulled down into the sludge. Just before it disappeared, it had stuck its tongue out, as if in a final attempt to lick its master.
How could Meng Hao… possibly forget such things?!
“Blood Mastiff,” he said softly, looking at the gigantic, ferocious mastiff. He saw the shocking spurs, and the astonishing aura it emanated.
His voice was soft, but the instant it left his mouth, the mastiff suddenly trembled. It turned its head and looked in confusion toward Meng Hao. But then, its expression turned gentle, even happy. It slowly lowered its head, allowing Meng Hao to rub its nose. It carefully extended its tongue to lick Meng Hao’s hand.
As Meng Hao rubbed its nose, it emitted a contented growl, just like it had when it was tiny.
Meng Hao smiled as he gently pet the mastiff. He thought about that time outside the Rebirth Cave when the mastiff, despite being asleep, had exerted all the power it could to extend a single paw.
“Hey buddy, I haven’t seen you for more than a hundred years….” he said softly. “Let’s go wipe out that damned Heavenly Pursuit Tribe!” His killing intent suddenly boiled up. At the same time, the mastiff’s killing intent exploded to the sky. It roared, the sound of which was like thunder. Meng Hao leaped up into the air, flying up to stand on the mastiff’s head. He waved his right hand, causing a massive wave to sweep out and pick up the Golden Crow Tribe members, as well as the bodies of their dead.
Under Meng Hao’s control, the Violet Sea’s power of extermination was restricted, ensuring that the Golden Crow Tribe members would not be harmed in any way.
Meng Hao looked at Wu Ling and the others. “We’re going together. There’s a debt of blood that can only be paid back… with blood!”
As soon as the words left his mouth, the mastiff roared again and then shot up into the sky, taking Meng Hao with it. Wu Ling and the other old-timers felt their blood beginning to grow hot, just like it had in the old days. They and the other Tribe members shot forward within the wave.
They did not leave for the Black Lands. Instead, they went to the nearest outpost, the ninth.
Under the orders of Patriarch Huyan, the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe had gone to war with the Golden Crow Tribe in order to force Meng Hao out. It had cost them quite a bit, but in the first battle, they had managed to capture five hundred prisoners. Those captives had been subjected to endless forms of torture. Their Cultivation bases had been ruined, and they were then sent to the ten outposts in the Western Desert Sea to be strung up!
มันใหญ่มาก ปกคลุม ด้วยขนหลวม สีแดง กระดูกเดือยติดทั่วร่างกาย ทำดุร้ายยิ่งลักษณ์ สายตาของมันก็เต็มไป ด้วย bloodthirstiness เช่นกิเลนมีหรือ Bloodlion ระดับความรุนแรงน่าทึ่งที่มันเล็ดลอดออกมาเป็นเรื่องยากที่จะอธิบายนี้เป็น...กาแฟเลือดทันทีที่ปรากฏ กลิ่นอายคล้ายกับขั้นตอน Severing วิญญาณกระจายออกจากร่างกาย และแม้จะเล็ดลอดออกมาของโดเมน เฮา เมงรู้ว่า โดเมนนี้ไม่ได้โดยเนื้อแท้ของกาแฟ แต่ค่อนข้าง มันตรา โดยเลือดอมตะเป็นส่วนหนึ่งของของยเลือด และการเลือดอมตะดั้งเดิมแบรนด์ที่มีอยู่ในวิญญาณเลือดทั้งหมด อย่างไรก็ตาม เนื่องจากฟิวชั่นเป็นประวัติการณ์ที่มี ประสบการณ์ ก็จะสมบูรณ์อย่างชัดแจ้ง มันเป็นเหตุผลเดียวกันว่า กาแฟที่ได้ลดลงหลับไปเกือบสองร้อยปี ขณะนี้ แม้ มันได้อย่างเต็มตื่นตัวกาแฟที่ยกหัว และ คำราม เสียงที่ส่ายสวรรค์และโลก ท้องฟ้าเป็นสีเทา และทุก trembled ทะเลสีม่วง seethed ทั้งหมดของเครื่องพรวนดินที่ยังคงสติในหน้าด่านที่ส่งออกเมงเฮาดูกาแฟ ที่โครงกรอบมหาศาล ลักษณ์รุนแรง และการเพาะปลูกฉกาจฐาน อย่างไรก็ตาม แม้ว่ากาแฟขยายตัวรุนแรงมากขึ้นในลักษณะ เมงเฮา มันเป็นเดียวกัน ขนปุยลูกหมาน้อยที่ได้วิ่งไปตามที่อยู่เคียงข้างเขาทุกปีแล้วมันยังคงเป็นคู่ คู่ที่ได้ต่อสู้กับเขาในการแข่งขันเลือดอมตะดั้งเดิม และได้ปฏิเสธที่จะออกจากด้านข้างของเขาIt was the same mastiff who had stood guard over him atop that lonely mountain in the Blood Immortal legacy tournament. No matter how exhausted or injured it grew, even when it was on the verge of death, it refused to leave. It put its own life on the line to protect Meng Hao. Even when exhausted and nearing the point of death, all it wanted was for Meng Hao to lift his hand and pet its head.Meng Hao would never forget all of that. He had watched as the mastiff, its body broken and nearly destroyed, crawled over to him and then exerted all the effort it could muster just to lick his hand.Then he thought about how it had saved him during the encounter with the Li Clan Patriarch, using all its power to fling him out of the portal. Innumerable hands had stretched out to grab it, and it was pulled down into the sludge. Just before it disappeared, it had stuck its tongue out, as if in a final attempt to lick its master.How could Meng Hao… possibly forget such things?!“Blood Mastiff,” he said softly, looking at the gigantic, ferocious mastiff. He saw the shocking spurs, and the astonishing aura it emanated.His voice was soft, but the instant it left his mouth, the mastiff suddenly trembled. It turned its head and looked in confusion toward Meng Hao. But then, its expression turned gentle, even happy. It slowly lowered its head, allowing Meng Hao to rub its nose. It carefully extended its tongue to lick Meng Hao’s hand.As Meng Hao rubbed its nose, it emitted a contented growl, just like it had when it was tiny.Meng Hao smiled as he gently pet the mastiff. He thought about that time outside the Rebirth Cave when the mastiff, despite being asleep, had exerted all the power it could to extend a single paw.“Hey buddy, I haven’t seen you for more than a hundred years….” he said softly. “Let’s go wipe out that damned Heavenly Pursuit Tribe!” His killing intent suddenly boiled up. At the same time, the mastiff’s killing intent exploded to the sky. It roared, the sound of which was like thunder. Meng Hao leaped up into the air, flying up to stand on the mastiff’s head. He waved his right hand, causing a massive wave to sweep out and pick up the Golden Crow Tribe members, as well as the bodies of their dead.Under Meng Hao’s control, the Violet Sea’s power of extermination was restricted, ensuring that the Golden Crow Tribe members would not be harmed in any way.Meng Hao looked at Wu Ling and the others. “We’re going together. There’s a debt of blood that can only be paid back… with blood!”As soon as the words left his mouth, the mastiff roared again and then shot up into the sky, taking Meng Hao with it. Wu Ling and the other old-timers felt their blood beginning to grow hot, just like it had in the old days. They and the other Tribe members shot forward within the wave.They did not leave for the Black Lands. Instead, they went to the nearest outpost, the ninth.Under the orders of Patriarch Huyan, the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe had gone to war with the Golden Crow Tribe in order to force Meng Hao out. It had cost them quite a bit, but in the first battle, they had managed to capture five hundred prisoners. Those captives had been subjected to endless forms of torture. Their Cultivation bases had been ruined, and they were then sent to the ten outposts in the Western Desert Sea to be strung up!
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