Luo Anning analyzed the situation seriously.
Zhang Chenchen and Cong Yuanlong couldn't help but roll their eyes.
'What does she mean, *just* an eight-fold blood exchange?'
'Is an eight-fold blood exchange supposed to be bad?'
'What does that make us, with our seven-fold blood exchange?'
'Here in the Wuling City Taiping Bureau, only the absolute top geniuses are even qualified to practice an eight-fold Blood Exchange Technique, you know!'
'As for the Nine-Turn Blood Transformation Technique, that's something only the peerless prodigies at Headquarters have a chance to learn.'
'In a small place like Wuling City, no one has ever heard of anyone achieving a nine-fold blood exchange.'
"Is the Body Tempering Limit really that amazing? Junior Brother Su, I wonder how you compare to those peerless prodigies from Headquarters."
Cong Yuanlong curiously squeezed Su Mu's arm. He had just seen it for himself—when the demon had grabbed Su Mu, it hadn't even been able to break his skin.
