novelraw Chapter 578 - 266: Symphony of Flesh and Blood (Part 2)
Chapter 578 - 266: Symphony of Flesh and Blood (Part 2)
In the blink of an eye, behind him turned into a writhing wall of flesh.
Fang Qingyu was instantly isolated in a...
suddenly formed gigantic circular space...
The diameter of this space was a thousand meters!
The ground was still covered with dark red flesh drenched in viscous blood plasma.
The dome above was a massive membrane of flesh undulating higher up, dripping mucus, emitting a hazy dark red blood glow, like the blood moon of Hell.
All around, towering, slowly rising and falling dark red flesh walls loomed like the walls of the Beast Fighting Arena, confining him tightly in the center.
The transformation of space occurred within an instant.
It happened so fast that Fang Qingyu had no time to react.
Fang Qingyu stood alone in the center of this vast, empty, deathly silent space where only the sound of writhing flesh and dripping mucus remained.
The Melted Gold Eyes narrowed to the size of a needle point.
A never-before-felt intense sense of crisis coiled around his spine like a cold poisonous snake.
It has arrived!
"Hoo..."
A very faint sigh, as if carrying endless exhaustion and a hint of... satisfaction, echoed eerily in this empty blood-colored space.
Fang Qingyu jerked his head up.
Directly ahead, about a hundred meters away, the air in the space began to ripple and distort violently as if a stone had been thrown into water.
A withered, wrinkled, age-spotted hand emerged.
Slowly reached out from that patch of distorted void.
The movement was very slow, with a sense of struggling effort.
Dark red droplets of blood continuously fell from the withered hand, splattering onto the writhing flesh ground below with light "patter, patter" sounds.
Followed by the arm, the shoulder...
Finally, a hunched figure appeared, as if squeezing out from viscous blood plasma, staggered a step, and fully stepped into the blood-colored space.
Jiang Taixuan!
However...
The current Jiang Taixuan was no longer the frail, breathless old man Fang Qingyu had seen before.
The tattered mercenary winter clothes were long gone.
Replaced with a tight-fitting armor seemingly condensed from some kind of dark red energy, covered with intricate scales.
Under the armor, the once shriveled body now appeared much more upright!
Although still slender, the skin beneath seemed to have gained a trace of power, no longer like decaying wood ready to collapse at any moment.
The wrinkles on the face seemed to have smoothed out slightly.
In the depths of the once cloudy and tired eyes, excitement now burned.
It was the excitement and intoxication of the long-lost sensation of power returning to the body, mixed with a bone-deep coldness and malice.
Jiang Taixuan slowly raised the withered hand that had just emerged.
The five fingers spread open, then slowly clenched.
The bones made faint "crack" sounds.
He looked down at the hand that seemed reinvigorated with power, his lips slowly curling upward.
That smile carried a sense of satisfaction.
"Heh... long-missed power..."
Jiang Taixuan’s voice no longer sounded as hoarse and broken as before; instead, it held more strength, though still old and rough, it echoed clearly throughout the entire blood-colored space.
He looked up, the eyes burning with a complex light, crossing the hundred meters, and precisely locked onto Fang Qingyu standing alone at the center of the blood-colored Beast Fighting Arena.
In his gaze, the intoxication quickly faded away.
Replaced by a detached indifference, as if looking at an ant.
"Little boy..."
Jiang Taixuan slowly spoke, his voice terrifyingly calm.
"I knew... this day would come eventually."
He stepped forward slowly, the viscous flesh ground beneath his feet seemed to sink slightly with his steps.
"Since forty years ago, when I used this thing to devour the first Grandmaster who sacrificed for me... I knew, there is no such thing as an impenetrable wall in this world. One day, someone would come looking for me to take this broken life of mine."
His gaze swept over the massive flesh-constructed Beast Fighting Arena, the strange curve of his lips deepened.
"So... I have always been waiting."
"Waiting for this day."
"Waiting for those self-righteous ’Cleaners’ to walk into my... Gluttonous Stomach willingly!"
His voice suddenly rose, carrying a madness and malice suppressed for decades:
"Do you think... that the ’Blood Source’ qi blood all went into my stomach just to let me drag on my pitiful existence?"
"Wrong! Utterly wrong!"
Jiang Taixuan’s withered finger pointed sharply at the writhing flesh ground beneath his feet, at the towering flesh walls around, at the entire space!
"That qi blood... nine out of ten, were fed to it! Fed to this Divine Armament itself!"
"It’s growing! It’s accumulating! It’s waiting... for the arrival of a true feast!"
He then turned his head sharply, locking onto Fang Qingyu once more, eyes bursting with unprecedented greed and pleasure!
"I have waited forty years! Accumulated for forty years! Waiting for today! Waiting for you bunch of... Cleaners! Waiting for the life origin within you far purer and filled with infinite possibilities than ordinary Grandmasters!"
"With you... with those sacrifices outside drawn by greed..."
Jiang Taixuan spread his arms as if embracing the entire blood-colored space, letting out an almost crazy roar:
"I not only can fully recover! But even... seize a glimpse of returning to the peak... no, a chance to transcend beyond it!!!"
The long howl echoed in the blood-colored space, shaking the flesh walls to a slight tremor.
The howl ceased.
Jiang Taixuan slowly lowered his arms, the fanatical excitement on his face receding like a tide.