Chapter 4471: Who Cares About Ancient Bloodlines

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Chapter 4471: Chapter 4471: Who Cares About Ancient Bloodlines Chapter 4471: Who Cares About Ancient Bloodlines The time space strangulation was truly terrifying the Ferry Boat was sent into multiple different timelines simultaneously, its body subjected to conflicting forces, as if on the verge of falling apart. If it were any normal Perfection level chaos cultivator, their body and soul would have already been annihilated. But while the Ferry Boat looked ready to explode, it stubbornly remained intact. In the next instant, Little Tree’s roots burst forth, wielding time space power like a whip. At the same time, a piece of chaos god soil flew out; with it, a Little Tree avatar rapidly expanded in power. Little Tree used this avatar to harass the Three Headed Python not to win, but to keep the serpent from focusing fully on the Ferry Boat and to buy Lin Moyu time. The second reason was to lock onto the Three Headed Python and relay his exact location to Lin Moyu. However, Little Tree underestimated the serpent’s strength. The moment the avatar appeared, the serpent’s eyes flashed Little Tree’s avatar froze, then immediately started attacking the Ferry Boat itself! Little Tree yelped and swiftly withdrew his avatar and the chunk of god soil, unnerved. "That guy’s soul control is terrifying." Chaos Child laughed, "His soul powers were famously fierce back in the day. Nobody could resist him. Had he not met his end by that one, he’d not have died so soon." Little Tree shook his head, "He died in the Ancient Wilderness. I never knew who finished him." Chaos Child glanced at Xiaopeng. "That’d be this fellow here." Xiaopeng stared at them, baffled. "Me?" Chaos Child clarified, "Not you Golden Winged Peng. His speed was unmatched. Before the Python could use soul control, his head was already cut off." Little Tree nodded. "True enough. The Peng’s speed surpassed most space talents nearly impossible to defend. But what now? My avatar can’t get out." Chaos Child turned to Xiaopeng. "Shall we let him try?" Xiaopeng hurriedly shook his head, "I’m still too young. I can’t do it." He was only at Great Completion now, moving toward Perfection thanks to recent absorption of Primordial Qi, but still far from a match for the Three Headed Python. Chaos Child pressed, "You won’t know unless you try." Xiaopeng insisted, "No, no I definitely can’t." Chaos Child sighed, "Then what now?" If Ye Yangyan could use his full power, he’d easily suppress the Three Headed Python, but with only forty percent available, at best he could manage a draw and time would be against him. Lin Moyu said, "Let me handle this." Little Tree objected: "His soul control is too strong, master even your soul..." He left the last bit unspoken: Even Lin Moyu might not be able to resist the serpent’s control. Lin Moyu replied, "Don’t worry, I have a little trick." He planned to use the Karma Ring to sidestep the soul control altogether and he had another secret up his sleeve. He summoned the Catastrophe Staff. "Haven’t used you in a while don’t disappoint me." All five gems on the staff gleamed, each one bearing distinct powers. Ever since entering chaos, Lin Moyu rarely used the staff. Its power was subtly masked fifth level, invisible to Dao but prudence was wise, and he didn’t like relying on tools unless needed. Besides, he didn’t want to kill the Three Headed Python only to use the soul gem’s power. Channeling his soul force into the staff, Lin Moyu activated the soul gem. An ochre glow bathed his spirit like armor. He didn’t act immediately he waited for Ye Yangyan to finish the three Perfection enemies first. Even as the Ferry Boat creaked under the Python’s time space assault, Lin Moyu just waited calmly. "Kill! Kill! Kill!" The serpent kept raging, losing control as it failed to defeat Lin Moyu, growing more and more manic until reason nearly vanished. Lin Moyu waited patiently. After half an hour, engulfed in Ye Yangyan’s flames, the three Perfection cultivators finally perished. Even until death, puppeted by soul control, not one tried to run. Their domains shattered, countless beings perished massive karma split three ways. The greatest piece fell to the Python, who controlled them. Lin Moyu took the remainder, but the faith of his own domains shielded him from most of it one of the many advantages of domain mastery. Having many domains, Lin Moyu had a bottomless well of faith. Once the three were killed, Ye Yangyan turned on the Python. But the Python’s soul control had no effect on Ye Yangyan, nor could its time space powers do more than equal him. At that, Lin Moyu finally left the Ferry Boat, becoming a giant, channeling the Fist of the Powerlord, raining down blows. The Python’s gaze flashed, soul powers crashing in, but Lin Moyu’s ochre soul shield flickered and blocked all influence. The Catastrophe Staff had never let him down; this time, again, his defenses held. "Ascend!" Lin Moyu’s cultivation surged to Great Completion; his flesh sparkled with power, soul force braided through every strike. The time space cage shuddered with each punch, close to fragments. Lin Moyu’s fist strength now rivaled peak Perfection; he could genuinely harm the Three Headed Python. Together with Ye Yangyan, they drove the serpent back scales shattering, flesh splitting. If it continued, the Python would soon lose. The serpent thundered in rage, its tail whipping Lin Moyu and Ye Yangyan away repeatedly, yet it could not escape. "Not even a quasi Supreme. You haven’t fully escaped Chaos Realm." Lin Moyu’s tone was disparaging as he attacked even harder the visceral thud of his fists, scales and blood flying, was immensely satisfying. He collected every shred of flesh precious material not to be wasted. Suddenly, a phantom appeared behind the Python growing solid, as if resurrecting the primordial Three Headed Python. The time space power multiplied one blow forced Ye Yangyan back, wounds opening, while Lin Moyu’s giant form was torn apart, thrown back with a grunt. Little Tree warned, "Master, he’s awakened his primordial blood get ready." Lin Moyu scoffed, "He has no chance." He pointed at the three Perfection corpses, and with a thought, reduced them to powder. Boom! Boom! Boom! Three huge blasts struck the Python, forcing it back to its true form. Primordial bloodline? Spare him! To read ahead subscribe to my p@treon Ko-fi.com/translatetoki only donate if u want to 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶 My p@treon is now up go to [email protected]/Translatetoki Remove the @ symbol and type a

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