Chapter 503: The Divine Blood of the Ancient Roc King!

The Roc dared not be careless; the chaotic light beam was too terrifying. His whole body radiated boundless divine light, and his feathers stood on end like divine spears, piercing through the void.

Rumbling! The starry domains in all directions trembled. The Roc's aura grew even stronger; densely packed feathers appeared around him, flowing with divine radiance and emitting a cold, fierce aura.

These feathers had shed when the Roc transformed; Xiaoqing also possessed them. They were the Roc's most powerful artifacts, indestructible. After daily refinement, their might was terrifying, enough to clash fiercely with great weapons.

The dense feathers filled the void, forming an inescapable net, extremely powerful, like countless divine spears surging with divine light, each clanging and exploding.

Whizzing! Like a torrential downpour, as the sharp whistling sounds exploded, the divine spears filling the void had already appeared before the divine statue.

Seeing this, the sword in Yang Tian's hand trembled, its terrifying sword hum splitting the surroundings. The dense feathers shook, clanging and sparking with massive flames, as if about to crack open.

"Kill!" the Roc spoke, his killing intent like a heavenly blade. As the deep shout fell, the dense feathers trembled, burst through their bindings, and charged forth.

The divine statue was unafraid. The Tianshu burst forth with brilliant and terrifying divine light, its majestic sword light sweeping like a bolt of silk, while a river of stars fell, charging into the fray.

"Damn it, how much Star Sand does he have?" The Roc's eyes darkened; this artifact was also forged from divine materials.

Rumbling! The three-legged Golden Crow floating in the void cried out, spewing endless flames. The void above the Roc's head cracked and collapsed, raining down terrifying fire.

On the other side, the Chaotic Divine Statue charged through the endless feathers, with a galaxy hanging upside down around it. It was wildly domineering, its chaotic light beam cutting through everything, slashing toward the Roc's head.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The starry sea trembled incessantly. Terrifying sword qi, like a river of swords surging, drowned the Roc.

In the sky, massive stars rotated, erupting with terrifying stellar beams that struck down, tearing everything apart.

In the void, Yang Tian's face gradually turned pale. He quickly swallowed a precious medicine, and the Dao bodies within him rotated, refining this life force to replenish his depleted energy.

Although the Life Divine Liquid had astonishing recovery power, Yang Tian had little left—less than a hundred drops. He would avoid using it if possible; the Dao God Mountain was fraught with hidden dangers, and this was a life-saving treasure.

At this moment, Yang Tian glanced at the giant bird. Its cultivation was roughly at the high-level War Emperor. Xiaoqing and Yun'er could only barely suppress it together.

Then, Yang Tian snorted coldly, a trace of ice in his eyes. The Black Demon in his hand hummed, and seizing the opportunity, he hurled it with force!

Whoosh! The Black Demon glowed, its sword body moving at extreme speed. In the blink of an eye, it was before the giant bird, and only then did the void's whistling sound arise.

A lethal crisis struck. The giant bird's whole body turned cold, its fur standing on end. Its blood-moon-like eyes contracted, staring at the sword body rapidly enlarging before it, and it let out a sharp screech.

But it reacted extremely quickly, its bones twisting. With a puff, though it avoided its head, one wing was instantly pierced through by the Black Demon.

"Damn it, you ambushed me!" The giant bird was furious, its eyes nearly splitting. The unease in its heart grew stronger; it felt that falling into their hands would be worse than death.

The Black Demon returned. A trace of paleness appeared on Yang Tian's face. The slight exertion of power had nearly split the entire starry domain, injuring him from the backlash.

Swallowing another precious medicine, Yang Tian sat cross-legged in the void. The golden lake continuously overflowed with pure blood essence. With so many trumpets deployed at once, given Yang Tian's reserves, he couldn't sustain it for long.

Inside, precious light soared into the sky. Chaotic light beams struck the void, making it impossible to see clearly. But the golden energy that occasionally seeped out showed the terror of this Roc, extremely difficult to suppress.

Half a day passed. The giant bird was stained with blood, its feathers nearly all plucked, leaving it bare. It gnashed its teeth, its heart filled with extreme unease, because the Roc was still suppressed inside.

Yang Tian had swallowed ten precious medicines, but eventually couldn't keep up with the consumption. He consumed half a drop of divine liquid and returned to his peak.

Deep within the layers of starry domains, the Roc seemed to be burning. His aura weakened. After being continuously attacked for so long, he could barely hold on.

"How could he have so many precious medicines?" The Roc's face turned cold and sinister. Though he wasn't lacking in precious medicines, he had no time to refine them, constantly suppressed by the Chaotic Divine Statue.

The Dao Scripture's technique was unparalleled, with five independent Dao bodies that could continuously refine energy, fully aiding Yang Tian in killing this Roc.

"This Life Divine Liquid is truly miraculous." Yang Tian seemed immersed in a certain artistic conception. He gained many insights from the divine liquid, but they were very difficult to comprehend.

An hour later, the Tianshu was like a meat grinder, its rivers of stars rotating with tricky attacks, finally tearing open a piece of the Roc's flesh.

The Tianshu instantly ignited, emitting a blood-red beam. A terrifying suction force surged out. The Roc felt great fear; the blood within his body was being drawn away by this sword!

"Get away from me!" Enraged, he roared, shaking heaven and earth. The divine blood within him seemed to awaken, like gods roaring, and with a jolt, he shook off the frantically devouring Tianshu.

Humming! After devouring a trace of divine blood, the Tianshu glowed all over. Its blood-red beam pierced the soul, emitting joyful humming sounds, and its emitted sword qi became even more terrifying.

"How is this possible?" The Roc's heart trembled. This sword was bizarre; it could devour a person's blood, evolving and becoming even more astonishing—utterly inconceivable.

"I told you, you won't leave today." Hearing this, the divine statue sneered, walking step by step. The Tianshu hovered above its head, emitting joyful vibrations.

He was truly afraid. If this dragged on, he would be ground down and have his blood essence sucked dry by this strange sword.

"Very well!" At this moment, a piercing killing intent appeared in the Roc's eyes. He took out a jar, shimmering with purple light, carved from rare Purple Spirit Crystal, and emitting an extremely ancient aura.

Seeing this, confusion flickered in Yang Tian's eyes. This jar seemed to seal something inside.

The Roc's expression suddenly became reverent. He solemnly opened the jade jar, and at that moment, an aura that made the heavens tremble burst forth.

It was as if a god had opened its eyes from slumber, terrifyingly powerful, heart-shaking, ancient beyond measure, containing an awe-inspiring kingly might!

This aura gradually seeped through the layers of starry domains, extremely fearsome. Xiaoqing, who was suppressing the giant bird, suddenly narrowed her eyes. Her bloodline felt a sense of submission, as if she wanted to kneel.

Xiaoqing fared slightly better, but the giant bird instantly fell from the void, its body trembling violently, encountering great terror.

It was an aura like that of a deity, spilling from the bottle, making one's whole body turn cold. Yang Tian's hairs stood on end.

"Haha... you're finished! This is the divine blood of the Ancient Roc King! You'll all die!" The giant bird trembled, but its face was wild with arrogance as it roared.

"Little beauty, I'll take good care of you later..." Even at this moment, it didn't forget to indulge in lewd fantasies.

"What? The divine blood of the Ancient Roc King!" At this, Xiaoqing's deep-seated memories awakened, and a look of shock appeared in her big eyes.

Those who dared to claim the title of Roc King were all kings of the Roc clan, especially in ancient times—they were beings that suppressed myriad domains.

The divine blood of the Ancient Roc King was incomparable to the inherited bloodline within Xiaoqing. As time passed, the Roc clan produced no supreme experts, and their bloodline gradually thinned.

This Ancient Roc King was closer to the progenitor, born a king, far beyond the divine blood in Xiaoqing's body.