Gao Wu: You broke off the engagement at my 100th birthday banquet, do you dare take my punch?

It's common for people of rank 8 to look down on those of rank 7.

Even if one can instantly unleash powerful blood and qi through secret techniques or innate talent.

But these forces are like rootless duckweed, without any foothold.

There is a significant gap in combat experience between a seventh-rank and an eighth-rank individual.

Even if you possess great power, it's another situation if you can't unleash it.

Moreover, he unleashed the power of an eighth-grade body with the physique of a seventh-grade individual.

The backlash alone is enough to be fatal.

Upon hearing the analysis from the ninth-rank official, the group of eighth-rank officials immediately felt reassured.

"Hehe, you scared me, but it turned out to be a paper tiger."

"Don't be afraid, he can't beat us!"

Several eighth-rank officials chuckled, and some even directly attacked Qin Changsheng.

"Today, I will slay this genius."

"From now on, another achievement will be added to my record of killing a genius."

Qin Changsheng ignored the mockery of the group of eighth-rank officials.

He is gradually adapting to the surge of power within his body.

When he reached the sixth rank, he unleashed his bloodline power for the first time and instantly killed a pseudo-eighth rank cultivator.

Now that he is at the seventh rank, his physique is even stronger.

The explosive power is also much stronger.

It's not impossible to kill an eighth-rank cultivator with a single punch.

"A burst of power fifty times, with qi and blood exceeding fifty million jin."

"An ordinary eighth-grade cultivator has about ten million units of Qi and blood."

"That's enough."

He can unleash even greater power.

But there's no need to deal with a group of eighth-rank officials.

Moreover, this is a civil war within the Elven race.

He doesn't need to risk his life for this.

Facing the charging Eighth Rank warrior, he also threw a punch.

A surge of rich blood and energy erupted, forming a storm.

The terrifying power caused even the eighth-rank Blood Elf to pale in shock.

"No!"

He felt the threat of death from that punch.

The eighth-rank blood elves who were observing also sensed that something was wrong.

"This power is probably over fifty million. How could a seventh-rank cultivator possibly unleash such power?"

"Has he gone mad? Just how strong is his physical power? How can he unleash such terrifying power?"

"Impossible! This must be fake!"

However, no matter how disbelieving or surprised they were.

The eighth-rank soldier who faced the punch head-on was reduced to a bloody mist and scattered.

"!"

The entire audience was shocked, staring blankly in their direction, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"Did they really win? Or was it a swift victory?"

"This is a seventh-rank? Am I insane, or has the world gone mad?"

"Anyway, it seems like we're saved!"

The forest elves were overjoyed.

A powerful fighter capable of instantly killing an eighth-rank expert joins the team.

It was enough to change the course of the battlefield.

The blood elves were filled with disbelief.

"How is this possible! Who is this guy?"

"How can there be a male forest elf? And such a powerful seventh-rank one at that?"

"Damn it, don't engage him in direct combat, stall for time!"

"Once his power dissipates, I will definitely kill him!"

No matter how unbelievable it was.

At this moment, they dared not confront Qin Changsheng directly.

He could only rely on the agility of an eighth-rank grandmaster to evade Qin Changsheng's attacks.

Those three ninth-rank officials didn't seem to care much.

If it were them making the move, they could also instantly kill an eighth-rank official.

They could do it even more easily than Qin Changsheng.

If it were them, Qin Changsheng wouldn't even have the right to fight them.

"He's a problem...kill him."

The Blood Elf king glanced at Qin Changsheng, waved his hand, and signaled the ninth-rank warrior beside him to make a move.

He held off the Elf Queen himself.

The ninth-rank official nodded and charged towards Qin Changsheng.

Qin Changsheng noticed this and immediately dodged, while simultaneously rushing towards the eighth-rank Blood Elf.

Fighting eighth-rank officials is enough; there's no need to mess with ninth-rank officials.

"Don't run away."

"You must pay with your life for killing my people."

The ninth-rank official chased after Qin Changsheng.

The space here was not large, and Qin Changsheng was barely able to use his agile movements to deal with his opponent.

At the same time, they hunted down those eighth-rank officials.

A group of eighth-rank blood elves were caught in the crossfire.

They wanted to withdraw from the battlefield.

But their enemies relentlessly pursued them, refusing to let them go.

They risked injury to avoid Qin Changsheng's attacks.

Although Qin Changsheng unleashed power far exceeding that of an ordinary eighth-rank cultivator.

But the speed was ultimately too slow.

He threw several punches in quick succession.

They could only severely injure a few eighth-rank blood elves by relying on their enormous attack range.

"There's no escaping it now."

Qin Changsheng glanced at the ninth-rank official following behind him.

This ninth-rank official was like a shadow, always lagging behind.

"Let's give it a shot."

Qin Changsheng unleashed the power within his bloodline, amplifying it a hundredfold.

An even more terrifying power was integrated into his blood and qi.

Cracks immediately appeared on Qin Changsheng's body.

Like a fragile porcelain doll.

"The Demon Realm Unfolds!"

Qin Changsheng's heart stirred.

The pitch-black night immediately enveloped Qin Changsheng.

Although this is my first time using the game.

But Qin Changsheng quickly understood how the Demon Realm operated.

"It requires a lot of mental energy."

"It has very little effect on restricting the ninth rank."

Qin Changsheng understood immediately.

He manipulated the Demon Realm, enveloping all the eighth-rank cultivators present.

Since it was a copied skill, Qin Changsheng was still a little unaccustomed to it.

"Don't panic, this is my territory."

"Attack with confidence."

Qin Changsheng's voice rang in the ears of the eighth-rank elves.

Unlocking the Demon Realm requires mental energy.

Enveloping powerful individuals of different levels also requires mental energy.

Essentially, this is a battle of mental strength.

"Unfortunately, I lack demonic energy, which diminishes the effectiveness of this demonic realm by more than half."

The most terrifying thing about the Demon Realm is that demonic energy can erode one's blood and spirit.

Since Qin Changsheng lacked demonic energy, he could only use the Demon Realm's ability to trap and interfere with others.

The group of elves were initially somewhat flustered.

After all, this Demon Realm looks like a skill of the demon race.

They quieted down only after hearing Qin Changsheng's voice.

Qin Changsheng thrived in the Demon Realm.

They easily found the Blood Elf race's eighth-rank member, who was like a headless fly.

"Blood Sacrifice, Soul Devouring"

Qin Changsheng silently recited the command, grabbed a Blood Elf of the eighth rank, and instantly refined him.

A surge of rich blood energy and spiritual power flowed in.

Qin Changsheng's qi and blood did not improve much.

It only slightly restored Qin Changsheng's energy.

On the contrary, his mental strength recovered greatly.

"Using the Demon Realm consumes too much mental energy."

"Is it because I'm a seventh-rank official?"

Qin Changsheng was surprised.

Back when we were fighting the demons.

He observed that the demons maintained their demon realm with remarkable ease.

His mental strength was far superior to that of the seventh-rank demon.

Logically, it should be able to last longer.

"Yes, those who are trapped are of a higher cultivation level, and their energy expenditure will be greater."

Qin Changsheng nodded.

With this setup, the Demon Realm skill doesn't seem so outrageous anymore.

The Blood Elf Rank 8, shrouded in the Demon Realm, was in a panic.

"Where is this?"

"I can't feel anything! What kind of ability is this?"

"Could that guy be a demon?"

"Damn it, the elves actually colluded with the demons! What scum!"

"Get out of there!"

A group of Blood Elf Rank 8 soldiers ran around aimlessly like headless flies.

They have been deprived of their senses.

Unaware of anything in the outside world.