Chapter 287 - 275: The Prides of Ancient Times (3/3)
Zhou Heng’s momentum soared even higher, but his complexion turned quite pale, as if he couldn’t bear the strain.
He likely didn’t have enough strength to use this secret technique, and now, forcing it out had greatly increased its power, but it also caused considerable injury to himself.
"To die under this move, you can rest in peace in the underworld!" Mao Yuheng sneered coldly, his figure sprang forward, and the three Flood Serpents on his head simultaneously hissed with bared fangs, spitting out red tongues that coiled toward Zhou Heng.
Pu!
The red tongues of the three Flood Serpents twisted together, forming a red Blood Thorn that gave off a terrifying aura.
Zhou Heng instinctively sensed danger, this Blood Thorn was almost the same as the Ying Family’s Silver Thorn bloodline, also capable of penetrating defenses. He shook his hands again, and two strands of Purple Flame flared up, finally mustering the strongest bloodline power he had at the moment.
Once the Purple Flame bloodline was utilized, the aura of flames above his head also seemed to get a boost, swirling into the clouds.
The blue-clothed young man’s pupils tightened once more, staring intently at the purple flame, showing a contemplative expression.
Under the threat of the Purple Flame, the three Flood Serpents showed signs of fear, involuntarily halting their assault as if unable to withstand the terrible pressure.
"Damn it!" Mao Yuheng roared in fury. This move was supposed to be overwhelmingly destructive! Amidst his roaring, the three Flood Serpents moved ferociously again, coiling and spitting at Zhou Heng.