Martial Peak

Chapter 1072, Burning One’s Boat?

Translator: Silavin & PewPewLaserGun

Editor and Proofreader: Leo of Zion Mountain

Saints couldn’t be regarded as powerful cultivators on the vibrant Rainfall Star, you could find crowds of them anywhere.

Yang Kai stood on a high slope, holding a wine sack in his hand, watching while he drank.

He had no plan to lend this cultivator a hand and was only intending to watch the show.

The cultivator was obviously not worthy to be the Blue-Eyed Fire Dragon’s opponent and it wasn’t long before he became battered and bloodstained, nearly dying a few times, his defensive artifact smashed and his abdomen pierced by a sharp horn on the forehead of the dragon.

Yang Kai was certain this cultivator was destined to die, but just as he was preparing to depart, the fight suddenly took an unexpected turn.

The Eighth-Order Monster Beast, who had held the absolute upper hand from start to finish, began retreating as it howled in anger.

After the cultivator’s defensive artifact was completely destroyed, all of a sudden he managed to summon forth unimaginable strength, abandoned any kind of defences, and attacked the fire dragon with a stern and fearless attitude.

Half an hour later, the blood and guts of the Blue-Eyed Fire Dragon spilled across the ground and it fell to the ground, dead.

The Saint Realm cultivator also collapsed, stuffing a handful of pills into his mouth but failing to stop the last remnants of his vitality from slipping away.

The gap in strength was too great, and although this cultivator had somehow managed to kill the Blue-Eyed Fire Dragon, taking its life while losing his own was the limit of his ability.

Yang Kai held his wine sack and walked over to this cultivator, standing in front of and overlooking him.

The cultivator’s dim and fearful eyes seemed to flash a profound light as he arduously stretched out his hand toward Yang Kai, as if grasping for his own vitality, yet all he was able to catch was air.

His expression was filled with the desire to live.

Yang Kai drank a mouthful of wine before squatting down and without a word forced a drop of golden blood from his fingertip into the open mouth of the cultivator.

Yang Kai’s Demon God Golden Blood had an extremely powerful restore ability, one he had relied upon several times to survive.

However, he always felt that his Demon God Golden Blood was somehow not on the same level as Great Demon God’s!

A single drop of Golden Blood from Great Demon God contained infinite power as well as all kinds of profound mysteries. Yang Kai was able to obtain and cultivate one of Great Demon God’s Divine Ability by refining a drop of his blood. Demon General Xue Li had also hunted him across all of Tong Xuan Realm just for a chance to seize this blood.

Although the quality was vastly inferior, it still had some restorative properties.

look of shock and disbelief appeared on his face. He felt as if his condition had dramatically improved and the approaching aura of death was gradually dissipating, giving him some hope he

this stranger who had just passed

speak but failed to form any

I should be thanking you, en, I’ve only given you a chance, whether you live or die now depends on your

half-filled wine sack onto the ground and strode away

Yang Kai left with a puzzled look on his face. He didn’t know why Yang Kai had thanked

his life, which was an indisputable truth. Grabbing Yang Kai’s wine sack he drank a mouthful in order to celebrate his victory and survival, but when the wine hit his stomach, the cultivator couldn’t help grimacing in pain, sweat once again covering his whole body. Not daring to act rashly, the man immediately focused on refining the potent

longer used his original mass Alchemy method, but instead, like Yang Kai, chose his

time he extracted a pill formed with Pill Veins from this furnace, Zong Ao’s old face would smiled broadly, the wrinkles and folds of his skin squishing

outsider around was in a coma, no

critical moment in his refinement, Zong Ao’s expression changed as he called out in surprise, “He

a life aura rapidly and

no one except Yang Kai would act like this. Even

was doing, not even caring about

moment later, Yang Kai

couldn’t help feeling startled, swallowing back down the

wanted to comfort Yang Kai, making him not shrink back in the face of death, but from what he could see, this boy was actually smiling right now and his aura was filled

Ao had to stare at Yang Kai for a while before he was able to determine

shaking his head, Zong Ao wore a smile and asked, “Did you

Kai answered

found a solution, why are you so happy?”

I be happy without finding it?” Yang Kai asked back, “Although I didn’t find a solution, I think I should be able

Ao was completely confused by Yang Kai’s seemingly contradictory words, since he hadn’t found a feasible method, how could

see if I can refine Pill Clouds this time!” Yang Kai broke free from his iron grip

didn’t say anything more, converging his aura and standing back to observe Yang

what Zong Ao most wanted to know was why, if Yang Kai and that little girl’s lives were linked together by the Soul Chains, he didn’t just go to and ask Heng Luo Chamber of Commerce’s Honoured Guest Elder to unlock them? That way,

was

that since Yang Kai hadn’t done so, there must be some reason it was inconvenient for him to travel to Water Moon Star. Zong

was pondering these issues, Yang Kai had sat down cross-legged sitting in front of his commonly

saw Yang Kai take out a pile of herbs from his Space Ring, and upon closer inspection, Zong Ao found that these herbs were the ones sent

batches of herbs

Kai

next instant, a ball of Demonic Flame shot out from Yang Kai’s hand, engulfing the mountain of herbs, reducing

a shocked expression appeared on his

expected that Yang Kai would make such an insane

[Burning one’s boat?]

kid had burnt down the remaining two hundred sets of materials, leaving only one, which meant he now had only once chance to succeed, how could this be anything but burning one’s

want to use this great pressure to

head slowly, a look of disappointment appearing on his face. For cultivators, whether it was in cultivation or in battle, using this kind of method could indeed inspire one to