Seizing Destiny From Heavens Hands

Chapter 232: Who Killed These Two Bloodroot Dragons?

Shen Mo had anticipated the various reactions of the massive Bloodroot Dragon.

Its current response—furiously charging at him—was actually the easiest scenario for him to exploit and kill it.

"Perfect. After refining the Demon Armor Helmet, I haven't had the chance to use it. Today, I'll test its power on you," Shen Mo thought.

With a mere thought, the purple-black helmet appeared, fully enclosing his head, leaving only his icy cold eyes visible.

The purple-black chest plate and right arm guard soon followed, covering his torso and right arm.

It was as though he had been born with this set of purple-black Demon Armor.

Back in the Flame Prison Realman's cave, after obtaining the Divine Thunder Demon Suppression Scripture and the Demon Armor Helmet, Shen Mo had refined the helmet long ago.

However, he hadn't had the opportunity to use it while he was in the Dragon Snake Mountains.

The Demon Armor was a complete set of heaven-tier spiritual equipment.

Each additional piece significantly increased its power.

Now, with the helmet, chest plate, and right arm guard, its power had multiplied several times over!

With a flick of his wrist, Shen Mo crushed three blood pouches hidden in his sleeve.

Nine drops of Ice Flood Dragon Blood burst forth, fusing into the Demon Armor.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The Demon Armor underwent a dramatic transformation.

One moment, it exuded a sinister demonic aura.

The next, it radiated a bone-chilling coldness.

It seemed as though the armor had been forged entirely from millennia-old profound ice.

"Kill!"

Frigid energy gathered in his chest plate.

Endless ice energy surged from all directions.

As the massive Bloodroot Dragon roared and lunged forward, its maw wide open to devour Shen Mo, an icy pillar erupted from the chest plate.

From head to tail, the pillar pierced straight through the Bloodroot Dragon!

Boom!

The colossal body of the Bloodroot Dragon crashed heavily to the ground.

Its crimson tendrils dimmed, losing all vitality.

They now looked like dried blood scabs left to wither for days.

The Bloodroot Dragon was utterly lifeless.

It had completely lost its chance to become the Bloodroot Dragon King.

Shen Mo exhaled slowly and withdrew the Demon Armor back into his body.

Striding quickly toward the massive corpse, he carefully examined the behemoth.

As expected, in the dragon's chest cavity, he discovered a green vine about the length of an adult's arm. Though it was withered and soft, it emitted a faint green light that nourished everything around it.

Even holding it briefly, Shen Mo noticed a subtle transformation in the ground.

Looking down, he saw that the vines and plants, submerged in the muddy, blood-soaked battlefield from the two Bloodroot Dragons' battle, were beginning to regenerate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Moreover, they were rapidly climbing toward Shen Mo's palm.

Clearly, they craved this vine intensely.

Without hesitation, Shen Mo stored the remains of the Celestial Vine in his spatial ring.

This green vine, so out of place in Bloodvine Valley yet possessing such miraculous effects, was clearly not a product of the valley.

"Without a doubt, this must be the remains of the Celestial Vine," Shen Mo affirmed to himself, nodding slightly as he confirmed his discovery.

Searching further within the massive Bloodroot Dragon, he found three Yin Fiend Orbs and five portions of essence bloodroot.

"And the Forest Sword Art?" Shen Mo wondered.

After a moment's thought, his attention turned to the smaller Bloodroot Dragon's corpse nearby.

Its body was already beginning to sprout tender red shoots.

Shen Mo's gaze sharpened, and he immediately moved closer.

After a thorough search, he found a simple, ancient page within the smaller Bloodroot Dragon's body.

On the page, a single character was written in bold, flowing calligraphy.

"Root!"

The strokes were bold and powerful, yet sharp and penetrating.

Each stroke seemed to carry an indomitable sword aura.

Continuing his search of the smaller Bloodroot Dragon's body, Shen Mo also retrieved three more Yin Fiend Orbs and three portions of essence bloodroot.

"Excellent! The Forest Sword Art is now in my hands!" Shen Mo said, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

The most coveted treasures of Bloodvine Valley were now in Shen Mo's possession.

With that, this journey had been more than worthwhile!

"The commotion here must have reached the ears of other cultivators. It's time to leave," Shen Mo thought as he quickly acted.

Using sword techniques, he unleashed a flurry of chaotic slashes, carefully erasing any traces of the fiery burn marks from his earlier attack.

Only then did he activate his movement technique, transforming into a gust of wind and vanishing from the battlefield.

Not long after he left, several figures arrived hurriedly.

At the forefront was Ye Yan, accompanied by Wang Wu, He Tianchou, and others.

Wang Wu gawked at the blood-soaked, muddy ground and the two mountainous Bloodroot Dragon corpses. His jaw dropped, and he was left speechless for a long time.

He Tianchou's eyes widened. "It's those two exceptionally powerful Bloodroot Dragons! Yes, it's them—both over forty zhang in length!"

"But how could they have died here?!"

Ye Yan's sharp gaze scanned the scene, immediately noticing the sword marks on the corpses and the residual icy aura lingering in the air.

"It was someone skilled in swordsmanship who cultivates ice-element techniques," he said calmly.

He Tianchou froze for a moment.

Whoever could kill these two Bloodroot Dragons was no ordinary person. They had to be a powerhouse on par with Ye Yan.

But among the elders who had entered Bloodvine Valley this time, no one seemed to match those criteria.

Wang Wu whispered, "It's also possible that someone deliberately left these traces to mislead others."

Ye Yan nodded slightly.

"What a pity. Those dragons must have contained Yin Fiend Orbs and essence bloodroot, but it's all been taken by that person," Wang Wu said, regret written all over his face.

More and more elders arrived, one after another.

Seeing the two massive Bloodroot Dragon corpses, their reactions mirrored those of He Tianchou and Wang Wu—utter shock and disbelief.

For a long time, no one could find their voice.

Suddenly, He Tianchou's expression brightened with excitement. "Everyone, these two Bloodroot Dragons were the most likely candidates to become the Bloodroot Dragon King."

"Now that they're dead, the crisis is over!"

The elders behind him also had a gleam in their eyes, their excitement palpable.

Indeed!

Over the past few days, they had joined forces to slay several other Bloodroot Dragons.

Now, with these two strongest dragons also gone, it was unlikely for another Bloodroot Dragon King to emerge within Bloodvine Valley.

Without the threat of a Bloodroot Dragon King, they could band together and escape!

A burly elder sighed. "Whoever killed these two Bloodroot Dragons has essentially saved our lives!"

A stunningly beautiful female elder swayed her alluring figure and spoke with a teasing tone. "If I find out who it is, I'll have to thank him properly. I'll make sure he won't be able to get out of bed for three days!"

Her words immediately elicited a chorus of shouts.

"It's me! I did it!"

"Ah, I didn't want to brag, but fine, I'll admit it was me!"

The beautiful elder sneered. "Keep pretending. You silver-plated spearheads couldn't even dream of killing these two Bloodroot Dragons."

Several elders laughed awkwardly, their bravado fading under her sharp words.

He Tianchou chuckled, shaking his head. "Let's go. We should continue hunting Bloodroot Dragons. When the time comes, we'll leave Bloodvine Valley together." He waved his hand, signaling the elders to follow.

Ye Yan had no interest in lingering either.

The corpses had already been stripped clean of valuables. Staying here was pointless. It was far more practical to hunt another Bloodroot Dragon or gather more Scarlet Blood Spirit Valley.

The elders who had gathered soon dispersed in all directions.

The area returned to an eerie calm.

Not long after, a handsome figure cautiously approached.

It was Xiao Fan.

Seeing the two enormous corpses, even Xiao Fan couldn't hide his astonishment.

Just ten days ago, one of these Bloodroot Dragons had been chasing him relentlessly, pushing him to the brink of despair.

If not for his use of a Yuan Infant Divine Art and the assistance of Yao Lao, he might not have survived.

And now, both of these Bloodroot Dragons lay dead before him!

"Who could have done this? Someone with such overwhelming power..." Xiao Fan frowned deeply.

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