Chapter 337

Heaven knows what special conditions a fierce beast might have.

After a long time, through the concerted efforts of countless Abyss Mages, the massive black tiger was finally completely dismembered.

Only the heart remained to be removed.

The thick, bloody scent lingered in the Abyss without dissipating.

But strangely, it was a bloody scent that carried a sweetness.

The surrounding Abyss Mages were all eager to stand on tiptoe and lean forward, inhaling more forcefully.

Throughout the entire plaza, there was the sound of inhaling everywhere.

Aether rolled his eyes quietly, secretly cursing these guys for being ignorant.

But after sniffing it himself, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

The blood of a fierce beast is the fragrance of spiritual energy evolved over time.

It is truly a power that life finds hard to resist.

Especially...

The nine drops of refined blood swaying within that heart.

Slightly tinged with a brilliant gold, they floated within that massive heart.

Even though the heart was not beating at this moment, reflected by that golden blood, it still emitted an aura full of vitality.

Aether licked the corner of his mouth involuntarily; this thing...

It was tempting him to drink it!

210. Can fierce beast refined blood remove the immortality curse?

The refined blood of a peak Foundation Establishment fierce beast.

This thing...

Nowadays, apart from Liyue having seen it, the people of Shushan see it often.

The Abyss Order can be considered the third.

Thinking about it this way, it was still quite an achievement.

However, while this refined blood was full of temptation, Aether had always believed that the more tempting something was, the more dangerous it was.

Not to mention the gastric juice dissolution incident that just happened.

Aether would not use his own life to experiment.

The responsibility he carried on his shoulders was too heavy.

After pondering for a moment, Aether's eyes flickered, and he turned to the Iniquitous Baptist at his side.

The latter's face was hidden under his armor, but the fiery gaze in his eyes was hard to conceal.

Aether thought for a moment, condensed a weapon, and stabbed the black tiger's heart with one sword stroke.

A drop of brilliant golden refined blood was suspended at the tip of the sword and extracted.

The scorching hot aura caused the surrounding air to twist slightly from the heat.

Aether remained composed, turned his longsword, and handed it to the Iniquitous Baptist.

"Drink it; this is your reward."

The Iniquitous Baptist's eyes lit up, and a look of excitement flashed across them.

But then, suddenly, he sobered up; feeling that scorching refined blood, the Iniquitous Baptist's face suddenly turned somewhat pale.

This thing...

It seemed that drinking it didn't necessarily mean one would survive.

"Your Highness..."

"Hmm?"

Aether narrowed his eyes slightly, and immense pressure bore down on the Iniquitous Baptist like a mountain.

The latter was almost pressed to his knees.

Aether said nothing, his gaze calm but carrying unquestionable power, and he pushed the refined blood forward once more.

"Drink."

The Iniquitous Baptist understood that Aether wanted him to test the poison.

This put the Iniquitous Baptist in a dilemma.

But after a long while, the Iniquitous Baptist gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

If he drank it, he might die, but he might also have a stroke of fortune.

If the refined blood could truly make one stronger, these nine drops would have nothing to do with him later.

Taking a gamble was possible, and besides, this thing was so tempting.

What's more, if he didn't drink it...

He would definitely die.

Aether might not take action against him now, but perhaps another day he would receive a death mission to hunt a peak Foundation Establishment fierce beast alone.

Aether was, after all, the Prince of the Abyss Order; having sat in this position for so many years, how could he really be benevolent and righteous?

In the Abyss, one cannot gain a foothold without being ruthless.

Those who defied Aether were basically all dead.

Thinking of this, the Iniquitous Baptist did not dare to hesitate and respectfully took the refined blood.

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Looking at the refined blood in front of him that whispered like a demon, the Iniquitous Baptist gritted his teeth and swallowed it whole.

For a moment, the breathing of everyone in the entire plaza stopped.

Aether's eyes were bright, looking at the Iniquitous Baptist with anticipation.

"How do you feel?"

"I feel..."

The Iniquitous Baptist smacked his lips uncertainly and asked suspiciously:

"It seems like I don't feel anything? Your Highness, shall I have another drop?"

If he had to describe the feeling, it actually tasted quite good, without the bloody taste he had imagined.

Aether was somewhat annoyed; counting it all up, there were nine drops of refined blood, and he didn't feel anything after one drop?

Is this guy like Zhu Bajie eating the ginseng fruit?

"The ordinary blood of some late Foundation Establishment fierce beasts can allow a martial artist to break through; this is the refined blood of a peak Foundation Establishment fierce beast, could it be useless?"

Aether looked at the remaining eight drops of refined blood in the heart with some confusion.

"Could it be that only martial artists can utilize this refined blood? Then was this fierce beast killed in vain? Did our people die in vain?"

"That's absolutely impossible! Otherwise, why would so many people in Liyue Harbor crave fierce beasts?"

Aether pondered for a moment and looked at the Iniquitous Baptist.

"Mobilize your power."

The Iniquitous Baptist said somewhat helplessly:

"Your Highness, your subordinate really doesn't feel anything."

As he spoke, he reached out his hand and mobilized the power of the Abyss.

That thick, purple-black energy permeated his body and condensed in his palm, like a black ball.

It was full of destructive power.

But then, this power seemed unstable and collapsed with a boom.

Aether raised an eyebrow.

"Did you make a mistake in your control?"

"No, Your Highness; your subordinate's control over the power of the Abyss has always been the strongest."

The Iniquitous Baptist looked at Aether with a blank expression and prepared to mobilize his power again.

But suddenly, he frowned and subconsciously clutched his stomach.

"What's wrong?"

Aether asked urgently.

"It's a bit... a bit hot, here in my lower abdomen."

An Abyss Lector at the side suddenly said excitedly: