A farm that breeds gods and demons
Chapter 243 - 203: Mutation through the Fusion of Golden Blood

Chapter 243: Chapter 203: Mutation through the Fusion of Golden Blood

However, it did not foresee the golden feather hidden in Su Yu’s clothing. As this golden feather gradually melted into a liquid and seeped into his body, it was drawn to the boiling golden blood within his thumb, causing it to steadily gather and blend at that site.

This little golden feather, with the amount and energy of the golden blood it contained, far surpassed the "Gold-eating Fox". When the "Gold-eating Fox" bit Su Yu’s thumb, his blood had already transformed into pure golden blood. Biting his thumb not only failed to sever it but also shattered the Fox’s sharp teeth.

Existing in the state of selflessness, Su Yu felt a severe shock throughout his body. Suddenly, his right thumb flicked upward and instinctively extended forward.

Fleetingly, the thumb went through the body of the Fox, which was as solid as steel, and shattered it soundlessly.

The body of the "Gold-eating Fox" was crushed to dust by the terrifying energy, leaving behind nothing but a few drops of golden blood, which swirled around Su Yu’s right thumb before gradually seeping into it.

At the same moment, Su Yu convulsed, finally awakening from the state of selflessness. Upon opening his eyes, he saw a dazzling golden glow pulsing within his palm, lively and ceaseless.

Meanwhile, the battle on the field intensified. Meng Jun intentionally allowed the middle-aged man with snake-like eyes to wound him, thereby triggering negative emotional fluctuations. Coupled with the sight of Meng Ting and others in dire straits, these negative emotional energies accumulated, eventually enabling him to summon the "Death Scythe".

With an outstretched right hand holding the "Death Scythe", Meng Jun’s entire demeanor changed. His skin began to ripple like molten iron, as though he had suddenly been covered with a layer of demonic patterns. It seemed as if he had turned into a real Death God descending from the underworld. He swung the scythe, and with a crisp sound, the air exploded with a piercing noise. Both his speed and power had reached a frightening level.

The middle-aged man’s expression changed instantly, and he rapidly retreated. With a hissing sound, his two shoulder-born snake heads were a little late to contract and were sliced and fell to the ground.

"Ahhh—" The two snake heads formed by his special power were chopped off, causing the middle-aged man to let out a horrific roar. Suddenly raising his hands, popping sounds emitted from his arms. Four snake heads emerged from his arms and chest, opened their mouths, and sprayed out arrow-like dark mist.

Meng Jun remained silent, holding his scythe, he evaded diagonally, then dragged the two-meter-long blade fiercely.

The middle-aged man roared, and his body suddenly spun, slanting outwards. His left arm, with blood splattering, flew out.

Meng Jun, bearing the "Death Scythe", was as terrible as the real God of Death descending.

"How is this possible?" The middle-aged man’s eyes shot out horrified light. Suddenly he screamed: "Rapid Freeze Ice Arrows!"

Another barrage of cracking sounds ensued from his body, and the snake heads that had popped out of his body spit out several frosty ice arrows. These frosty ice arrows, not only had puncturing power but also the effect of freezing. If Meng Jun were to be hit, he would probably be frozen on the spot.

Meng Jun stood straight up, flickered abruptly, lifted his scythe diagonally upward, and with a soft sound of "swish," all the "Rapid Freeze Ice Arrows" hit the massive curved blade of Death’s Scythe. With a "crackle," it froze the edge of the "Death Scythe" and turned it white.

But before the middle-aged man could celebrate, Meng Jun already swung the scythe, striking him heavily.

"Ahhh—" The middle-aged man screamed. The frost on the edge of the Death’s Scythe that had frozen shattered, and the scythe’s power erupted. Even though he was quick to dodge, a slice still cut across his left shoulder, nearly bisecting his body.

The middle-aged man crashed heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his wound. Facing Meng Jun who had summoned the "Death Scythe", he was no match. Seeing Meng Jun, holding the scythe, stepping towards him, his eyes, which were originally snake-like, showed a terrified expression.

Meng Jun took a step forward, his right hand holding the upright scythe. Preparing to give the final strike to the middle-aged man, and then rushing to assist Meng Ting, he suddenly faltered mid-step, his face changed, and his right hand holding the scythe began to tremble.

"What..." Meng Jun’s face had suddenly changed. His whole body began to shake. Then, blood slowly oozed from the corner of his mouth. This blood even seemed foul-smelling.

The middle-aged man on the ground, whose upper body was nearly severed, could barely move. However, his face changed from fear to madness as he began to laugh hysterically: "Ha... Haha, finally started acting up, didn’t it? I thought... this poison was ineffective against you... Ha... Haha..."

Meng Jun felt a prickling sensation on the wounds created by the snake bites, as if thousands of tiny bugs were burrowing into his flesh. In an instant, he understood that the snakes formed from the middle-aged man’s special power were venomous. He intentionally allowed the poisonous snakes to bite him earlier to force himself to summon the "Death Scythe" as quickly as possible. As a result, he was now severely poisoned. As the poison took effect, Meng Jun could hardly move. He felt the prickling sensation intensifying, making it increasingly difficult to move.