Chapter 1809

"Who are you talking to?" Luo Tian asked from the opposite side, looking surprised.

The Curse Spirit Immortal King was slightly stunned.

He found it somewhat incomprehensible; logically, with so many cursed black threads wrapped around the opponent, the other party's consciousness should have been completely under his control.

They should have been executing his commands without the slightest hesitation.

Yet, the opponent actually retorted?

"Is their intelligence not yet extinguished? Your clan really has brought me quite a few surprises!" A layer of a smile hung on the corners of the Curse Spirit Immortal King's lips.

If this entire clan were to become his blood slaves, he would have made a huge profit.

On the other side, seeing Luo Tian arrive, Long Yishui immediately shouted, "Luo Tian, be careful! This guy can curse!"

She had personally experienced the Curse Spirit Immortal King's power of cursing.

That kind of power was too bizarre, so she was instinctively a bit worried.

Upon hearing this, Luo Tian suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the Curse Spirit Immortal King.

"A curse? Is it you who cast it?" While Luo Tian was speaking, those cursed black threads were still continuously wrapping around him.

They were almost about to wrap him into a rice dumpling.

Hearing this, the Curse Spirit Immortal King smiled slightly and said, "That's right, it is indeed me! You really have given me a huge surprise. My bloodline curse, with over ninety-nine percent of its power, is all on you, yet you can still remain clear-headed! Not bad, you will be a very good blood slave!"

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt the temperature in the surroundings drop somewhat.

"Hmm? What's going on?" He couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

And at this moment, Luo Tian, who was opposite him, suddenly reached out a hand and grabbed the aforementioned cursed black threads.

Seeing this, the Curse Spirit Immortal King was startled, then immediately laughed, "What are you trying to do? Planning to tear apart my curse power? Don't indulge in wishful thinking; these cursed black threads cannot be torn apart!"

He had absolute confidence in his own power.

However...

"Noisy!" Luo Tian said coldly, then pulled hard with one hand.

Chi...

The next instant, the cursed black threads in front of him were immediately torn off by him.

"What?" Seeing this, the Curse Spirit Immortal King was startled, simply unable to believe his own eyes.

The cursed black threads had already wrapped to this extent, yet they could still be torn off with one pull?

How is this possible?

"Damn it, it seems I underestimated you! However, if you hadn't resisted just now, how good that would have been; that way, you wouldn't have to suffer this kind of pain later!" A hint of coldness flashed across the Curse Spirit Immortal King's face.

The next instant, he directly cut the tip of his nose.

Whoosh!

A drop of demonic blood flew out from it and fell toward Luo Tian.

Plop!

The next instant, that drop of demonic blood landed on Luo Tian's body.

"Hehe, under the corrosion of my demonic blood, let's see how long you can hold on?" the Curse Spirit Immortal King said with a cold laugh.

In his view, the next instant, he should have heard Luo Tian's miserable wails.

However...

"What are you doing?" Luo Tian was slightly startled, looking at the Curse Spirit Immortal King while pulling at the black threads.

"Oh? Still able to hold on? Then how about this?" As the Curse Spirit Immortal King spoke, he flicked a second drop of demonic blood, which landed on Luo Tian's body.

"Two drops of demonic blood, I don't believe you can still hold on!" the Curse Spirit Immortal King sneered.

However...

"I asked you what you are doing?" Luo Tian said in a cold voice.

"What? You can actually still..." The Curse Spirit Immortal King was stunned all at once.

Clearly, Luo Tian's strength exceeded his imagination.

"Very good! The stronger you are, the more beneficial it is for me. Today, no matter what, I must subdue you!"

As he spoke, the Curse Spirit Immortal King flicked a third drop, a fourth drop...

In the blink of an eye, he had continuously flicked eighteen drops of demonic blood out.

"Hehe, resisting eighteen drops of my demonic blood, even a titled Immortal King would fall! You brat, weren't you arrogant just now? Go ahead and be arrogant again and let me see!" the Curse Spirit Immortal King laughed wildly.

Hearing his laughter, everyone in Bianbei City had their expressions change.