The Blood Clan Emperor made his move, causing heaven and earth to tremble. Blood-red clouds covered the sky, his long hair flying as he swept across the sky. With a palm strike, the blood-red hand was covered in strange runes, piercing through the heavens.
When the Emperor made his move, imperial might surged and his momentum soared, even surpassing Ye Ming, who had just condensed the Imperial Dao Crown.
"Boom!"
Just as the Blood Clan Emperor made his move, a long sword slashed down from midair. With a loud explosion, the Blood Emperor's overwhelming imperial might was shattered by the sword.
"Who is it?"
The Blood Clan Emperor was startled and shouted.
The void twisted as a high priest appeared, robed in flowing robes, carrying a long sword on his back and a wine gourd hanging at his waist.
At this moment, the High Priest's attire was completely different from his usual dignified appearance. He was handsome, graceful, and elegant, exuding an aura of immortality and Daoist spirit.
"Just a drunkard." The High Priest smiled calmly and stood in front of the Blood Clan Emperor.
The Blood Clan Emperor looked at the High Priest and suddenly sneered, "So it's the Wine God lineage. In every dark war, you have always been able to hide away, but this time you dare to interfere in the Battle for Heaven. Have you been drinking too much of cat urine?" Judging
by his tone, he seemed to have some understanding of the Wine God Palace's legacy, but didn't seem to care much about it.
"You really guessed right. You must have drunk too much cat urine, otherwise you wouldn't dare get involved in this matter." The High Priest chuckled, not angry.
"Old drunkard, since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish." The Blood Clan Emperor shouted coldly, a strange blood-red spear appeared in his hand, stabbing toward the High Priest.
The High Priest didn't touch the long sword in his hand; instead, he reached for the wine gourd at his waist, pulled out the stopper, and with a relaxed look up, took a leisurely sip of wine.
"Die."
Seeing that the High Priest was still in the mood to drink, the Blood Clan Emperor was furious.
"Buzz!"
The spear pierced through the void, but the High Priest's figure vanished—the strike missed.
High above the void, the High Priest tilted his head back and continued drinking. After a few sips, a flush appeared on his face, his eyes dreamy, and he looked endearingly drunk.
The High Priest slowly placed the wine gourd at his waist, wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and exhaled a breath of wine. The endless aroma of wine instantly filled the world.
Although it was only the smell of alcohol, as it spread, even the Heavenly Dao began to become sluggish and sluggish.
"The universe is vast in wine, the years in the pot are long, all matters are settled, but life is busy in vain. Clear wine is as light as water, cloudy wine is as thick as soup; clear and turbid blend into chaos, a hundred flavors brew into the heavens. There is no path to fame and fortune; fine wine brings sorrow; drunk, one sleeps in ten thousand paths; sober, one looks to all directions. The
High Priest's body swayed slightly, looking up at the sky, and softly chanted.
This poem is on the screen in front of the Wine God statue in the Wine God Palace. When Long Chen first saw it, he was filled with admiration for the god's unruly and unruly nature.
Now, as this poem is recited from the high priest's mouth, the whole person appears graceful and ethereal, as if in an instant returning to his youth, that reckless and unrestrained spirit of youth is vividly expressed.
"Rumble... The
Blood Clan Emperor grew even angrier. The High Priest's behavior clearly showed he didn't take him seriously. The Blood Clan Emperor's spear surged, and this time, instead of attacking the High Priest, he charged at Ziyan.
The moment the High Priest drank, a strange power spread out, and his Blood Soul Locking technique instantly failed, allowing him to calmly dodge his blow.
He didn't want to waste time with the High Priest and attacked Ziyan directly. Sure enough, just as he moved, the High Priest appeared before him.
A cold smile appeared at the corner of the Blood Clan Emperor's mouth, his spear gleaming, blood energy erupting.
"Clang"
The long sword behind the High Priest was drawn, slashing at the spear. The High Priest's hands trembled uncontrollably, his body swayed as if a drunk man could fall at any moment.
"Buzz..."
But as the High Priest shook, the void roared, heaven and earth trembled, ripples surged and spread out like ripples.
The blood clan emperor's expression changed. The overwhelming power from his spear surged rapidly, and as the High Priest's sword trembled, all his strength was drained in an instant.
Only then did he realize that the High Priest's flickering figure was a highly skillful movement technique that had dissipated his power.
"Ssshh!"
Suddenly, the High Priest's body staggered forward, as if about to fall. He swung his longsword forward, and the Blood Clan Emperor hurriedly retreated. Although he retreated quickly, the sword still sliced his cheek, the wound exposing the bone, and blood gushed out instantly.
The Blood Clan Emperor was shocked. He was the Emperor of the Blood Clan, and his flesh and blood power had reached its peak, able to resist divine weapons.
The high priest's long sword was clearly a single strike of ordinary iron, yet it could block a spear strike. What terrified him most was that the sword had clearly dodged that strike.
But on the sword, an invisible aura sliced open his cheek, and the wound burned with intense pain, as if someone had poured strong liquor on it, rendering even his healing ability useless.
He knew about the Wine God's inheritance, but he didn't realize that the Wine God's disciples actually possessed formidable combat power.
"What kind of power is this?"
The Blood Clan Emperor held his spear, staring at the staggering High Priest and shouting sternly.
The High Priest shivered as if startled, shook his head hard, squinted at the Blood Clan Emperor, and asked curiously, "
Who are you?" Why did you scold me so loudly? "
Die!"
The High Priest's appearance infuriated the Blood Clan Emperor to the brink of madness. He thought the High Priest was deliberately provoking him. His entire body surged with blood energy, and with a thrust of his spear, billions of spears flew out from the endless blood clouds behind him, whistling through the air as they stabbed toward the High Priest.
This strike covered tens of thousands of miles of void, affecting Ziyan behind the High Priest, shattering the sky. The emperor's furious strike changed the color of heaven and earth.
"Boom!"
But just as this strike was unleashed, the High Priest's sword slashed down, severing through eternity. The divine light covered the nine heavens, shattering all the spears with a single strike.
"Burp"
The High Priest slashed with his sword, sending endless talismans flying, scattering talismans until his figure was revealed. He let out a long, satisfied burp and exhaled a breath of wine.
Under the swirling scent of alcohol, the blood-red runes filling the sky melted away in an instant, like snowflakes meeting the blazing sun.
With a burp, the High Priest seemed to regain some spirit. He glanced at the wine gourd at his waist, shook his head, and said, "
The wine personally brewed by the Wine God is too strong. I almost got drunk and lost my composure, which delayed the important matter."
"Whew"
< b1113> The High Priest flicked his longsword, stepped through the void, and charged at the Blood Clan Emperor, but after just a few steps, he suddenly fell.
"This ..."
The experts of Tianwu Continent were stunned.