The martial artist is a peculiar kind; once igniting Qi Blood, even an eighth-tier Yin Spirit must retreat three houses. It's simply a heaven-defying transformation. Yet, when facing certain Bloodline Powers, the martial artist is like a helpless child, unable to withstand a single blow.
Zhang Chen's Blood Control Technique has reached the seventh tier, which is by no means something the Qi Blood Martial Artist before him can withstand.
"Why help the villain do evil?" Zhang Chen sighed softly, looking at the martial artist whose Qi Blood surged backwards. The long knife in his hand carved through the air with a cold gleam, accompanied by a spray of blood, as a human head fell before Zhang Chen, blood spraying out as if it cost nothing.
