Red Heart Patrols the Sky

Chapter 945 - 945 193 Impressive and Magnificent

945: Chapter 193: Impressive and Magnificent 945: Chapter 193: Impressive and Magnificent Wang Ao’s palm descended, and the Lost World had its own heaven and earth.Heaven was this palm, and the earth would soon perish!

Even someone as powerful as the Blood King wouldn’t necessarily be unable to withstand this palm.

However, in front of this human race powerhouse, he did indeed feel a sense of powerlessness.

In every sense of the word, martial arts powerhouses who have cultivated to this realm are the natural nemesis of his blood control divine skills.

Because martial artists specialize in cultivating the flesh, their control over blood and qi far surpasses that of cultivators on other paths.

Muscles, tendons, and blood— all were condensed into one.

The Blood King could control blood effortlessly with his divine skills, easily determining life and death for his opponents, yet it was very difficult for him to shake the qi and blood of a martial arts powerhouse—not completely impossible, but it would require a hundred or even a thousand times more effort.

In high-level confrontations, this could be a fatal influence.

It could be said that facing Wang Ao in battle, his strongest reliance was almost nullified.

He had received news and heard the wild boasts of the human race’s young generation, something like “to think the Blood King is nothing more than this.” The explanation from the White Elephant King had already been presented to him early on.

His decision to come here was to see if there was truly a proud life emerging from the human race as rumored, and whether the White Elephant King dared to deceive him.

And to personally teach that arrogant youth a lesson, while at the same time crushing the Ding Wei Floating Island, was to prepare for the later plans against the Floating Map Pure Land.

Everything was very natural and reasonable.

But the moment this martial artist Wang Ao appeared, he immediately had a strong premonition that he might have fallen into some sort of trap.

This trap left no traces; although he could not see where it originated from, nor could he see why it was schemed or what the ultimate goal was…

it certainly existed!

From the Cang Sea to the Lost World, he had been known as the Blood King, dominating for so long and terrifying both the human race and the Sea Clan, and it was certainly not just by brute force and ferocity.

Faced with Wang Ao’s palm.

With a thought, his entire body suddenly exploded.

Under Wang Ao’s palm, it burst into countless droplets of blood.

It was as if the heavens had not yet fallen, and he had already disintegrated first!

The blood droplets scattered in all directions, speeding away in every possible direction, which of course included towards Sun Xiaoman and Jiang Wang as well.

Wang Ao closed his palm, smashing a large portion of the blood droplets, and alighted in front of Sun Xiaoman with a stomp!

An invisible shockwave emanated from the point of his footstep, shooting in all directions, pushing all the approaching blood droplets back.

Then, he spun with a punch, where his surging qi and blood resembled a raging dragon emerging from the sea, sweeping over everything, making a round, and steadfastly protecting the scorching sun flying boat.

With one palm, one stomp, and one punch, nearly half of the countless blood droplets were obliterated.

But the remaining blood droplets had still managed to escape far away.

A powerhouse like the Blood King, even among the True Kings, would be considered a terrifying entity.

Yet he had not even truly begun to fight and, at the cost of significant loss, he immediately pulled back and retreated.

How resolute he was!

Completely disregarding the pride of a strong being, it seemed he didn’t even dare to attempt a probe!

“Master is amazing!” Sun Xiaoman immediately began clapping, “You’re truly the number one martial artist in the world.

That Blood King, although he’s considered a hero in his own rights, was like a mouse seeing a cat in front of you!

You’re really incredible!”

Wang Ao looked at his disciple’s eyes, quite helplessly.

This child, for some reason, had been brought up by his side as they traveled the world.

He had intended to pass on his teachings both verbally and through example, but it seemed she had been brought up somewhat askew.

She was carefree and lacked the demeanor of a girl, not resembling her mother at all.

Yue Mei was so gentle and quiet…

“Alright, alright,” he said, “You and your friend have caught up with each other and recalled old times.

Let’s go then, we haven’t yet completed our training goals.”

The disciple could boast there, but he himself would never truly underestimate the Blood King.

On the contrary, it was precisely the Blood King’s decisive retreat that had raised the threat he posed in Wang Ao’s mind another level.

Of course, he would not discuss these considerations with his disciple.

Sun Xiaoman’s face fell immediately; the “training” of Wang Ao was undoubtedly not that easy.

But she just said, “Alright then.”

Compared to her brother who would stay lying down rather than stand, she looked frail and cute on the outside, yet inside, there was a tenacity.

As they were about to leave, Jiang Wang quickly paid his respects, “I thank the senior for your aid.

If it weren’t for you, Jiang Wang would have…”

Wang Ao waved his hand dismissively, “No need to thank me, I owe you no favor!”

He couldn’t be bothered to explain the reason to Jiang Wang and didn’t want to falsely claim gratitude.

He reached out, grabbed Sun Xiaoman like an eagle snatching a little chick.

Sun Xiaoman didn’t seem uncomfortable at all, apparently used to her master not treating her like a girl.

Being held by Wang Ao, she still managed to happily wave to Jiang Wang, “Goodbye, good brother!”

“Good…

bye.”

Before Jiang Wang could decide whether to call her a good brother or a good sister, the master-disciple pair had already vanished from sight.

Escaping death and reuniting with an old friend were undoubtedly things to be happy about.

But because of what Wang Ao said, Jiang Wang’s mood couldn’t relax.

Wang Ao might have simply refused to accept undue gratitude, but his words undoubtedly meant the Blood King’s sudden ambush was no accident!

He clearly saved himself, yet said he owed him no favor.

Why?

There was only one explanation: the danger he faced was also brought about by him—or rather, “them”.

The many “coincidences” along the way seemed to make sense now.

For instance, why every flying ship in the Floating Map Pure Land broke down wherever he went.

Or why the Boundary River just happened to shift and appear right in front of him…

A play where he was the bait to catch a big fish from the Sea Clan?

Jiang Wang silently pondered.

Important figures have their own calculations and visions.

In making their moves, they look at the grand scheme of the Lost World and the future of the Human Race,

but not once did anyone ask whether he was willing to be the bait!

Up until now, he had hovered on the brink of life and death without understanding the nature of the game.

He knew not for what purpose the game was played or what the players sought.

But what could he do?

Jiang Wang could only muster a smile, feigning ignorance while being aware.

After all, the conveniently shifting Boundary River had given him a chance to escape.

After all, Wang Ao did intervene to save him instead of watching him die.

A small fry should feel grateful, shouldn’t they?

He flew back to the Bright Sun flying ship normally, where a Monk of Yang Valley was fiddling with something in the prow.

“Can it be fixed?” Jiang Wang asked.

“It’s not a big problem,” witnessing the confrontation between the strong just now, the Monk of Yang Valley treated Jiang Wang with a bit more respect: “We were just forced to exhaust our energy source.

We might need to go back to the island to get some Prime Stones.”

The Blood King at the time likely only wanted to capture him alive, hence not using very drastic measures.

“Use mine!” Jiang Wang immediately took out Prime Stones from the Storage Box, piling them in front of the man.

He didn’t want to delay even a breath longer and only wished to return to the Near Sea sooner.

There was also a surge of indescribable Resentment Qi within him, making his tone less than gentle.

“No problem!” The Monk of Yang Valley didn’t mind; a little temper from a genius was normal, and after all, he was spending money, wasn’t he?

The customer is the king!

He readily accepted the Prime Stones and started fiddling with the flying ship’s Array again.

“That…,” Jiang Wang, holding in his frustration for a while, finally said: “After we return to the Near Sea, you can repay me then.”

The Monk of Yang Valley, in charge of the flying ship, was taken aback, almost flipping the ship over.

So you’re just lending them, he thought, you threw those Prime Stones down with such a domineering air!

Those unaware would think you were going to buy the ship!

Somewhat speechlessly, he said, “…Alright then.”