Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 898 - 459: Blood Heaven

Chapter 898: Chapter 459: Blood Heaven

Fang Zhixing sped over a horizontally-striped mountain peak, his gaze fixed on the distance.

In the void, a shattered continent floated, resembling a poplar leaf.

In the Rasham Star Sea, no physical laws applied, and even the flat Earth theory held true.

According to the map, this continent was named "Fire Mouse Continent," vast in size, equivalent to four or five times that of Dan State.

It is said that long ago, a strange beast called the Fire Mouse lived there, with oily fur as red as fire, fiery in nature, extremely ferocious, and excessively prolific in numbers.

Fire Mice moved in swarms, leaving nothing alive in their wake, annihilating everything.

Thus, powerful human cultivators joined forces to carry out a purge, exterminating the Fire Mice until they were left without offspring and completely disappeared.

To this day, only the name Fire Mouse remains in the name of the continent.

Subsequently, humans thrived and multiplied on the Fire Mouse Continent, with at least four hundred million people now settled there.

A man and two beasts quietly descended upon the Fire Mouse Continent, quickly finding a small town with a population of just over two hundred thousand.

Fang Zhixing carefully checked and confirmed there were no experts residing in the city.

"Hmm, the four Full Level Conditions of the Blood Heavenly Demon Technique should allow me to complete Conditions 1 and 2 here."

Fang Zhixing currently had two major tasks to choose from.

One was to enhance the Blood Heavenly Demon Technique, and the other was to upgrade the Three-pointed Double-edged Blade.

Completing either of these tasks would increase his combat power.

However, considering the danger of the mission, Fang Zhixing prioritized the Blood Heavenly Demon Technique.

After all, doing the task for the Three-pointed Double-edged Blade required a trip to the Elephant Tomb.

Looking at the small city before him...

Immediately!

Fang Zhixing released his divine soul, using powerful telekinesis to lock onto all healthy young adults in the city, then manipulated their bodies to cut their fingers and squeeze out a drop of blood.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Each drop of blood flew into the sky, all gathering around Fang Zhixing.

[1, collect the blood of at least one hundred thousand people, one drop per person (completed)]

"Piece of cake, no difficulty at all."

Fang Zhixing chuckled.

This wasn’t the end!

He cut his finger, dripped out a drop of blood, and flicked it with his finger.

The drop of blood fell rapidly, embedding itself in the body of a weak youth.

Fang Zhixing maintained a mental connection with his drop of blood, sensing it multiply and proliferate at an unimaginable speed once inside the weak youth, quickly completing a blood change.

Next, Fang Zhixing concentrated, manipulating his blood, thereby indirectly controlling the actions of the weak youth.

The weak youth was utterly dumbfounded, hearing the sound of blood gushing through his veins like thunder.

Then, his ten fingers suddenly moved on their own, beyond his control.

He desperately tried to regain control, but after a moment of muscle twitching, his body stopped responding completely.

The weak youth was terrified, his mouth wide open, ready to scream for help.

"Ah, save me..."

Just as a word was about to escape his throat, his mouth suddenly snapped shut.

Then his throat seemed blocked, unable to breathe.

His entire body stiffened, his face flushed red, in immense discomfort.

Just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, his legs suddenly split apart, performing a big split.

The weak youth’s eyes widened, tears streaming down his face.

But soon, his eyes squinted slightly, and the tears stopped.

Even though he really wanted to cry.

The seconds ticked by!

To the weak youth, each second felt like a year, and after some struggling, he gave up resisting.

Surrendered to fate, just let it be!

Subsequently, the weak youth moved like a puppet on strings, his limbs rigid and mechanical, moving like a madman.

Gradually, his movements became more natural; he could walk normally again, and his hands could pick up or put down things at will.

Then, even his facial expressions were manipulated, sometimes laughing, sometimes pulling grimaces, utterly absurd.

Terrifying!

Absolutely terrifying!

The weak youth walked down the street, greeting acquaintances. He was even able to wave back and speak in his own voice.

Not long after, he encountered two thugs harassing a woman.

Passers-by either lowered their heads pretending not to see or took detours when faced with such a scene.

"Stop it!"

The weak youth shouted, feeling despair without a tear.

The two thugs turned their heads, shouting fiercely, "Huh, you’ve got some nerve, daring to interfere with our business!"

The weak youth, full of righteousness, cursed back, "Damn you, I’m going to interfere."

The two thugs became furious, charging at him, fists flying.

The weak youth was terrified, yet he didn’t feel his heart racing.

Leaping up, he threw a punch!

An unimaginable strength exploded from his frail body.

Two punches landed—

The two thugs flew back, spitting blood, crashing into a bun shop, dying on the spot.

"...Good job!"

Someone shouted, causing the crowd to cheer wildly, looking at him as if he were a hero.

The weak youth was flabbergasted, everything felt like a dream.

Afterward, he went to a tavern, drinking, eating meat, listening to songs, and even sneaking a pinch of a girl’s rear.

Hmm, truly springy!

Once he was full and satisfied, the weak youth wandered aimlessly, playing around, napping when tired.

Come the next day, he still couldn’t control his body, continuing to be manipulated.

Until a certain moment, he suddenly passed out.

The blood within him gradually flew out, replaced with mortal blood.