Reverse Blood Style, did it take Ao Fan's life?
In the endless darkness, he saw not the slightest ray of light, feeling that he would keep sinking down like this and never be able to turn around. It wasn't until a faint ray of light from nowhere appeared that he felt his regeneration.
It turned out that he was still alive!
The Reverse Blood Style was truly heavenly, bringing a powerful destructive force while also giving two choices of life and death with undetermined chances. Fortunately, Ao Fan's life was not to be destroyed, and he still retained his life.
However, even though his life had not died, so what?
His life was no longer in his own hands. Even if he was talented and had a great future, his life was now in the hands of others. Perhaps he could still live for a long time, but it was also possible that he would lose his life in the next instant!
The Nine Swords Sect didn't execute Ao Fan, but instead locked him in the sword prison of the Locked Cage Peak.
The Locked Cage Peak was specially created by the Nine Swords Sect to hold those enemies who could not be killed for the time being, just like Ao Fan. There was not a single blade of grass or a single tree on it, only yellow sand that rolled all over the sky with the wind. In the centre of the peak, there is a dark hole that leads to the Sword Prison.
As the name suggests, the Sword Prison is a cage, only different from the prison in the mortal world, the Sword Prison here is even more terrifying, almost leaving the trapped person without the slightest possibility of escape.
In the Sword Prison, there were quite a few people locked up, and in one of the places where there was no hustle and bustle, it was dimly lit. The four walls of this place were not stone walls, but a combination of countless sharp long swords, flickering with a ghostly cold light, and blood would be seen when touched.
Within the sword wall, is a pool of stagnant water, perennial residence in the ground and no flow, and even transmitted a rotten atmosphere. In the centre of this pool of stagnant water, there is a small platform, on which is inserted a huge sword without a blade, dark and heavy.
Ao Fan was now tied to the heavy sword by a special hard-to-break rope, his long hair scattered, looking extremely desolate. No one could imagine that a generation of noble dragon prince was imprisoned in such a dark cage.
He was still wearing that white robe, only at this moment the white robe could no longer be called a white robe, perhaps using rags to call it, instead it seemed more appropriate. His clothes were covered in dust and grey, mixed with dark red blood, as if he was a dead man. Only the fingers that occasionally trembled could clearly let people know that he was still alive.
Living like this, life was worse than death. However, Ao Fan would definitely not have the intention of seeking death, he was burdened with the heavy responsibility that he had imposed on himself, the road was still far away, how could he die here so easily. He wants to find a way to get out of here, and then find a way to take revenge. As long as he reached the outside world, the sea was wide open, and he could go anywhere.
However, the problem in front of him forced him to give up his distant thoughts. He could only consider the next step if he solved the problem in front of him first, otherwise it was just an empty thought.
The rope that bound him was called Red Bull Tendon, which was made from the tendons of a powerful demonic beast, the Red Flame Berserk Bull, and was very strong. However, the bull tendon that bound him looked to be nothing more than the tendon of a Red Flame Mad Bull that had just stepped into the Dao Realm. Adding to the fact that his own physique was appalling, and that more than a month had passed since the day of the bloody battle at the Martial Dao Peak, his body had recovered quite a bit, so he was completely able to fight his way out of it.
However, he did not unlock his intention, and that was definitely an unwise decision. Because, when he was locked into this place, he had paid attention to the movements of those Nine Swords Sect disciples, and knew that the four walls here were not for decoration, but a rather powerful formation.
The condition for opening this kind of formation attack was that the ox tendon on his body was unravelled. Therefore, in order to prevent himself from being poked by countless long swords with thousands of holes, he gave up the intention of untying the rope and instead thought of another way.
Sky net, how to survive?
While Ao Fan was slowly recovering himself, his head rapidly turned over various ideas, expecting that there would be one that could help him get out of here. But the truth was cruel, he really couldn't think of any good way to get out of here.
The dim environment, the rotten atmosphere. Ao Fan gradually became accustomed to the situation here, until one day when there were other loud noises coming from here. That was the first abnormality that he noticed when he was trapped here.
A burst of footsteps, and then in front of this silent environment, seems extremely clear, Ao Fan can even sense the arrival fell a few steps. Not for a while, footsteps stop, but the sword wall came from outside the even breathing sound.
Ao Fan raised his head, and his icy gaze saw the person standing outside the sword wall through the gaps within one of the sharp long swords.
The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of narrow and gloomy gazes, which was born on a man wearing a black robe with fair skin. This person faced Ao Fan and revealed a cold smile, his sneer speaking for itself.
"You are Ao Fan? The imperial son of that dragon clan?" The grim, viper-like man spoke coldly.
Ao Fan snorted coldly and did not answer.
The grim man laughed, "I can't imagine that the generation of royal son who should have been in the limelight, at this moment, he is like a dead dog lingering on, and can only wait quietly for death to come."
Ao Fan's gaze became cold, coalescing on the cold man, and said in a low voice: "What do you want to express?"
The gloomy man shook his head and said, "I heard that you had once fought against hundreds of people with Dao Realm cultivation on the Martial Dao Peak, your strength is extremely terrifying. However, I, Wang Yan, can say with certainty at this moment that I can crush you to death with one hand!"
Ao Fan smiled disdainfully and said to the grim man named Wang Yan, "You also only talk, why don't you come in and crush me to death immediately at this moment? If you only talk, then you should still get as far away as you can, so that I don't have to see it to defile my eyes."
Ao Fan said this with his mouth, but inwardly, he hoped that Wang Yan would be able to enter the interior of the sword wall. His mind was extremely meticulous, and he had an idea the moment he saw the other party. At that time, as long as Wang Yan dared to come in, he would have his own way to get out of here with the help of the other party.
However, Wang Yan was not a stupid person, he just smiled coldly and said: ''If it wasn't for the fact that the senior management of this sect said not to take your life for the time being. Just based on the few words you said just now, you would already be dead."
"There are many people who want me to die, but no one has ever realised it. I'm still alive and will continue to live, trampling all my enemies under my feet and ruthlessly trampling them." Ao Fan's gaze revealed determination, he had never been true to his word.
"You're taking it too for granted." Wang Yan shook his head in disbelief, and said with a disappointed face, "I came here, originally wanting to see what kind of demeanour the Dragon Clan's Royal Son who killed Senior Brother Shocked Heart and fought hundreds of Dao Realm cultivators alone had, but I didn't want to see that it was just like this, completely belonging to a mole cricket which is forgotten immediately after passing through the eyes."
As he was speaking, a rush of footsteps came, while a panicked voice came, saying, "Senior Wang, it's not good, within the ancestor shrine on the main peak of our Shocking Sword lineage, a piece of Ice Jade Coffin has been stolen, and its whereabouts are unknown."
"What!" Wang Yan's face changed and he hurriedly turned to leave.
Ao Fan looked at the far away figure and deeply remembered in his mind, those who dared to show disrespect to him, he would never return the favour several times over!