859 Descendants of Emperor Yan, Spirit of the Tree of God (1/2)
A white flower flashed in the white eye of Nangong Hao, while in the red eye, a trace of blood was continuously spinning.
It was the Blood Offering Illustration!
However, as compared to earlier on, both the white flower and the Blood Offering Illustration were much clearer, as though they were in their real forms.
”Ah!!!” Nangong Hao roared as he raised his Wuwei sword high, traces of blood flowed down the sword like rays of light.
Then, a shocking scene took place.
Instead of approaching Mo Shanshi's hammer as expected, the Wuwei sword stabbed into Nangong Hao's own chest in the speed of lightning.
Spit! Fresh blood was spat out from Nangong Hao's mouth.
This scene undoubtedly shocked the disciples from the various sects. Even the approaching Mo Shanshi was evidently stunned.
”What is Nangong Hao doing?!”
”Committing suicide?”
”It can't be suicide, he stabbed himself above his heart. But still, what is he trying to do?!”
None of the disciples understood what Nangong Hao was doing.
Apart from them, Mo Shanshi and Mu Qingfeng also could not react. After all, such action was rather shocking..
But quickly, Mo Shanshi and Mu Qingfeng's expressions changed.
The blood spat out by Nangong Hao did not flow as expected, it kept flowing, agglomerating in front of his face, turning into a blood-red flower.
It was an eight-petaled flower. Every petal was made completely out of fresh blood. Besides that, on every petal, there was an extremely sophisticated symbol.
”What is this?!” Mo Shanshi looked at the blood flower in front of Nangong Hao and froze.
Similarly, Mu Qingfeng's eyes widened in astonishment. He frowned, trying to recall if he had seen this scene before.
At this moment, Nangong Hao's lifted his head gradually and gave a cruel smile.
”You guys have completely no idea who are you fighting against!” Nangong Hao looked beneath him with a chilling glare, exuding a Sage-like arrogance.
”Fighting against who?”
”Nangong Hao, what is he saying?”
”I don't understand at all!”
After hearing Nangong Hao, the disciples from the various sects stared at each other in confusion, shaking their heads as they did not understand what Nangong Hao meant.
Nangong Hao did not bother explaining. He lifted his head up slightly and looked at the seven-colored rainbow above his head.
”Don't every one of you claim to be descendants of Yan Huang? If so, do you know why it was the Huang Emperor who ultimtely ruled the world?
”Haha… You don't know, you all only know what was recorded in the historical books!”
Nangong Hao did not give any chance for the rest to comment. As though he was talking to himself, he seemed to be also recalling a story from the past.
”I will only tell you, the Tree of God belonged to the Nangong Nobles. It was planted by the ancestors of the Nangong Nobles. Therefore, only the disciples of the Nangong Nobles are entitled to the fruits of the Tree of God. None of you can snatch it, and neither can you make use of the power of the Tree of God!” Nangong Hao said with a hint of despise.
”The Tree of God was planted by the Nangong Nobles?”
”How is that possible?”
”This is ridiculous, we're not believing this!”
Some of the disciples from the various sects began to refute Nangong Hao's words as they refused to believe him.
Meanwhile, after hearing the comment made by Nangong Hao, the expression of the frowning Mu Qingfeng who had been deep in thought changed suddenly, giving a look of disbelief.
”Tree of God was planted by the Nangong Nobles? Judging from Nangong Hao's character, he would not lie at this point of time. However, if he was not lying, that means the Nangong Nobles…”
”Old man Mu, what are you thinking about?” Mo Shanshi's voice could be heard. From his voice, Mu Qingfeng could tell he was in utter shock.
”If I guessed correctly, we are thinking about the same thing!” Mu Qingfeng understood what Mo Shanshi meant by his words, but he thought that it would be an exaggeration if he said it out. It was so impactful that it could even shake the world.
”Descendants of Emperor Yan?” Mo Shanshi narrowed his eyes.
”Hmm…” Mu Qingfeng did not comment too much, but he subconsciously tightened his grip on his long sword with an extremely solemn look.
Despite that…
Nangong Hao ignored all of those comments. He continued looking at the sky and the sever-colored rainbow, allowing the blood from his chest to flow along the Wuwei Sword into the eight-petaled blood flower.
”The Nangong Nobles only wants ”fairness”. Is this simple request too much? How dare all of you stop me?!”
”How dare you stop me?!”
”How dare you…”
Nangong Hao's voice echoed through the sky. Like an insane force of evil, it shook the hearts of the disciples below.
Following the echoes, the disciples were perplexed, as though they were subdued by the force.
”Isn't he just trying to delay time? What's the point of making it sound so pompous?” At this point, a voice spoke.
This voice was not loud, but it made the disciples, Mo Shanshi and Mu Qingfeng's bodies shake.
”Delaying time?!”
Mo Shanshi and Mu Qingfeng's gazes fell on the blood flower in front of Nangong Hao's chest. Then it struck them.
When Nangong Hao made his ”self-harm” move all of a sudden, they were subconsciously shocked by his move. Following that, Nangong Hao made use of this period of time to ”narrate”.
This narration was undoubtedly very attention-seeking.
That was because till now, Mu Qingfeng and Mo Shanshi still could not figure out what were the plans of the Nangong Nobles. Nangong Hao's comment naturally gave them a chance to clarify their doubts.
Because of that, they gave Nangong Hao some more time undeliberately, allowing the blood flower in front of Nangong Hao to become more solidified.