"You should be proud to have pushed me this far." The Purple Demon stared coldly at the two of them, his voice booming like a great bell, making Song Changsheng's ears ring.
"Ancient records say the Ancient Witch Race is born with Divine Power and formidable physiques. By fully activating their bloodline, they can multiply their strength several times over.
But your strength before was no different from an ordinary Purple Mansion Cultivator's. And now, after fully activating your Bloodline Power, your War Body is only ten feet tall. It's obvious your bloodline isn't pure. You're just a half-breed. How dare you bark like a mad dog here!"
Song Changsheng propped himself up on a Golden Pillar and rose to his feet, sneering at the Purple Demon as he spoke.
He finally understood why the Purple Demon, despite being an Ancient Witch, could use a Human Race Cultivation Technique. 'He's a mix,' he thought. 'No wonder I didn't sense anything strange at first.'
"Insolent!"
