Watching the pillar of fire being compressed thinner and shorter by the bloody light, Henry Parker knew things were going badly. He pushed off with his legs, reaching his maximum speed, turning into a blur as he lunged toward Thomas Mitchell. But just over three meters away, an overwhelming force, impossible to resist, bounced him back more than six meters. An extremely thick, almost tangible, bloody stench drilled into Henry Parker's nostrils. Even though Henry Parker was of the blood clan, he couldn't stand such a heavy smell of blood and nearly vomited.

"Come over here. That little Jap has the Blood-transforming Divine Blade protecting him; you can't get close to him," James Clark called out.

Earlier, seeing the bloody light unable to break through for a long time, Thomas Mitchell simply swung his blade and slashed at the pillar of fire. The Blood-transforming Divine Blade was incredibly powerful; with one strike, the pillar of fire shrank by more than half. Seeing this, James Clark let out a long howl and spat out the Green Cord Sword, barely managing to entangle the Blood-transforming Divine Blade. The pressure eased considerably.

"Master, what do we do now?" Henry Parker asked anxiously, watching Thomas Mitchell frantically hacking at the Green Cord Sword.

Every time the Green Cord Sword touched the bloody light of the Blood-transforming Divine Blade, its green glow dimmed significantly. Although the Green Cord Sword was a spiritual weapon, crafted by a master, it was still just an imitation—how could it compare to this ancient fiendish weapon! Even though James Clark tried to keep the Green Cord Sword from touching the blade itself, even the bloody light on the blade was too much for the Green Cord Sword to withstand.

Hearing Henry Parker's question, James Clark suddenly had an idea and said, "There is still a way. That little Jap can't unleash the full power of the Blood-transforming Divine Blade. Give me your hand."

Although Henry Parker was confused, he still extended his hand. Puff! Even in the midst of chaos, James Clark managed to multitask, spitting out a yellow light that cut a gash more than an inch deep into Henry Parker's wrist. Blood gushed out at once. "Master, what are you doing?"

"Don't talk! Use all your power to force out your blood, quickly!" James Clark shouted anxiously. The Green Cord Sword had just been struck by the bloody light again and was about to fall to the ground.

Henry Parker knew the situation was critical and didn't waste words. He focused all his power, and blood spurted out like a fountain. James Clark freed both hands, made a sword gesture, and, with a flick, drew the blood in midair into one golden, shining talisman after another. James Clark struck a strange pose with both hands, stomped hard, and shouted, "I respectfully invoke the Thunder God of the Nine Heavens! Hear my command! By the law, so let it be done!"

Meanwhile, without James Clark maintaining it, the Taiji diagram array lost control. The pillar of fire was blasted apart by the bloody light. As the fire pillar dissipated, the bloody light struck the spinning Taiji diagram, shattering it with a bang. The six jade tokens turned to the finest powder.

Thomas Mitchell also struck the Green Cord Sword with his blade, cutting it in two. Its spiritual energy vanished, and it fell to the ground. Thomas Mitchell laughed wildly, "Damn Chinese, die!"

Before he finished speaking, lightning flashed in the sky. A bolt of thunder, at least ten meters in diameter and of unknown length, crashed down on Thomas Mitchell. The Blood-transforming Divine Blade let out a mournful wail, erupting in an even larger, thicker burst of bloody light to meet the thunderbolt.

"Now! Do it!" James Clark and Henry Parker shouted in unison.

Whoosh!!! Henry Parker turned into a mass of black shadow, his sharp claws tearing open Thomas Mitchell's chest and ripping out his heart. Attack, kill, extract the heart, retreat—Henry Parker did it all in one breath, in less than a second. And in the instant Henry Parker retreated, James Clark's Little Heaven Flipper followed, a massive iron seal smashing down, turning Thomas Mitchell into a pulp, bones ground to powder. James Clark even added a fire talisman at the last moment, burning the bloody mess to nothing—truly erasing all traces.

Meanwhile, the Blood-transforming Divine Blade clashed head-on with the heavenly thunder. The bloody light in the sky was shattered by the thunderbolt, but the Blood-transforming Divine Blade, worthy of being an ancient fiendish weapon, managed to neutralize ninety-nine percent of the thunder's power. Only a fraction of the force struck the blade itself.

James Clark, using Henry Parker's blood as a medium, borrowed the divine power of the Thunder God of the Nine Heavens. Especially since Henry Parker's blood contained the sacred blood of the Jiuli, the borrowed divine power was immense. Even with only a fraction of the force left, the Blood-transforming Divine Blade was severely damaged, letting out a thunderous wail as it slowly shrank to just over a foot long, thin as a cicada's wing—its original form.

Seeing how spiritual and wondrous this blade was, both James Clark and Henry Parker nodded secretly. They stepped forward, and James Clark used the remaining blood from Henry Parker to draw a demon-sealing talisman, temporarily sealing the blade's spiritual energy and storing it in his sleeve.

Chapter 008: The Six-Winged Golden Silkworm

In one of the largest hotels in Las Vegas, the VIP suite of Caesar's Palace, "luxurious" was not enough to describe it.

Henry Parker looked at the huge pile of money on the massive bed, jumping up and down with excitement. "Three hundred million! Three hundred million US dollars! Why did those little Japs bring so much cash? Is this girl really worth that much?" Amid his excitement, Henry Parker felt a trace of doubt. "Looks like we'll have to wait until Master wakes the girl up to find out!"

James Clark, however, looked grave, two fingers pressed to the pulse of the unconscious girl, shaking his head repeatedly.