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

Qin Changsheng instinctively prepared to run away.

But sensing the intensity of the blade's light, his eyes flickered.

"Not even rank eight... a pseudo-rank eight?"

Qin Changsheng did not believe that he had the strength to fight against an eighth-rank official.

But a pseudo-eighth-rank... might be able to put up a fight.

What puzzled Qin Changsheng was...

The timing of this fake eighth-rank official's appearance was too clever.

It seems like someone deliberately arranged this.

……

What Qin Changsheng didn't know was...

Above the Blood God Clan and the Human Realm, two figures stood facing each other.

A man dressed in simple and frugal martial arts training clothes held a long spear.

The person opposite me was dressed in a suit and had a Western appearance; he looked elegant and dignified.

"Chief Wang, are you satisfied this time?"

The man in the suit looked rather unpleasant, and his tone was humiliating.

The human, known as King Shoudao, opened his eyes and looked down.

"If you don't reach the eighth rank, that's fine."

His tone was indifferent, and he seemed to care about nothing at all.

The man in the suit snorted coldly, somewhat displeased.

"The mighty human race, the strongest in the world, actually took the initiative to threaten my Blood God Clan for the sake of a mere fifth-rank cultivator."

"I'll remember this grudge."

Wang Shoudao closed his eyes again and did not answer.

"Let me make this clear first: if he dies at the hands of a seventh-grade Grandmaster, don't blame me."

"You cannot use this as an excuse to attack my Blood God Clan!"

The man in the suit looked wary.

The human race is very powerful, powerful enough to annihilate the Blood God race.

If it weren't for the fact that all races were targeting the human race.

The human race is undoubtedly the strongest of all races.

Wang Shoudao remained silent.

The man in the suit, somewhat embarrassed, muttered a curse under his breath, "Chief Wang, show me some respect! I, the Blood God Emperor, am a true supreme power!"

Wang Shoudao finally opened his eyes and looked at him.

"A fight?"

The Blood God Emperor coughed dryly, his expression awkward: "They are all supreme experts, there's no need for that."

He's not out of his mind, of course he wouldn't fight with Wang Shoudao.

Among the strongest of all races, Wang Shoudao is second to none and can be called invincible.

As fellow supreme beings, he could only rely on his racial talents and bloodline secrets to contend with the King Chief Dao.

If Wang Shoudao were willing to pay a price, he could really kill him.

Wang Shoudao closed his eyes again, his face still expressionless.

I'm too lazy to say another word to the Blood God Emperor.

"Hmph, using my Blood God Clan's people as practice tools for your human race's prodigies, they'll practice until they're dead sooner or later."

The Blood God Emperor was furious, but dared not retaliate.

They were afraid that Chief Wang would shoot them twice.

……

below.

After Qin Changsheng realized the true nature of this fake eighth-rank official, he stopped running.

He turned around and threw a punch at her.

"If I can use this battle to condense the power I just absorbed, I won't need to start all over again."

The pseudo-eighth-rank sword light looked intimidating, but its power was scattered, and Qin Changsheng easily shattered it.

The fake eighth-rank official was somewhat surprised to see Qin Changsheng not running away.

"You actually want to resist?"

"With your weak sixth-rank strength?"

In the eyes of a pseudo-eighth-rank grandmaster.

Qin Changsheng's pretense was quite obvious.

Such is the quality of Qi and blood.

I'm afraid they might not be able to unleash the full power of a sixth-rank cultivator.

"You're nothing more than a fake eighth-rank official."

Qin Changsheng responded sharply.

This fake eighth-rank official's aura was somewhat strange.

It looked like he had been knocked down from the eighth rank.

Among the seventh-rank, this level of strength is definitely top-tier.

But against a genuine eighth-rank Grandmaster, they are destined to be utterly defeated.

This has nothing to do with Qin Changsheng.

"You're right, I may be a fake eighth-rank, but dealing with a sixth-rank like you shouldn't be too difficult."

The pseudo-eighth-rank grandmaster snorted coldly and charged forward with his sword.

He could see that although Qin Changsheng's foundation was not solid enough, the quality of his qi and blood was too high.

It can easily unleash strength approaching that of a seventh-rank official.

The gap in strength between the two sides is far from enough for him to relax.

Qin Changsheng had no weapon, nor was he skilled in any weapon-based martial arts.

He brandished his fists and made direct contact with the fake eighth-rank official.

Both sides moved extremely fast.

In the blink of an eye, they had already exchanged blows dozens of times.

The battle, which brought them close to the level of eighth-grade Grandmasters, sent shockwaves that swept across the entire city of Liyang.

The buildings below turned to ashes instantly, and countless people vanished from the world without even a chance to struggle.

boom!

Qin Changsheng's fist clashed with the pseudo-eighth-rank sword once again.

Qin Changsheng retreated repeatedly, rolled over to dissipate the force, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"As expected of a pseudo-eighth-rank, he is indeed very strong."

Qin Changsheng's expression was solemn, filled with a strong fighting spirit.

Although the battle was brief, he could sense that this pseudo-eighth-rank cultivator's qi and blood had probably exceeded two hundred thousand.

Moreover, the opponent possesses master-level combat techniques that surpass the proficiency level.

He was more skilled and refined in the use of Qi and blood than her.

If he continues fighting, he has no hope of winning.

"However, my qi and blood have become much more refined."

"That's good news."

Qin Changsheng glanced at the panel of this pseudo-eighth-rank.

He still had two more chances to replicate, and he didn't want to waste them on this fake eighth-rank official.

The other party also lacked any special abilities worth copying.

"We can't win, we should retreat."

Qin Changsheng began to consider withdrawing.

If it were any other sixth-rank cultivator, even a prodigy, they would have already perished by now.

He is still alive, partly because the boost from his divine bloodline is indeed powerful.

On the other hand, it was probably because of the orders of the Blood God Clan's little princess.

The other party dared not kill him.

"You do have some strength. Among the sixth-rank experts, I have never seen such a powerful person as you."

The pseudo-eighth-grade Qi and blood were churning.

Qin Changsheng's strength far exceeded his expectations.

Some weak seventh-rank cultivators might not even have this kind of strength.

But a sixth-rank official is still a sixth-rank official; Qin Changsheng had no chance of winning.

"Surrender now, or I'll break your arms and legs."

"The little princess only said she couldn't kill you, she didn't say she couldn't hurt you."

This is a true pseudo-eighth-rank grandmaster, with both strength and temperament on point.

They did not let their guard down because of their temporary advantage.

"It's time to go..."

Qin Changsheng was too lazy to communicate with the other party.

However, at that moment...

He suddenly felt a surge of power flowing from his blood.

It instantly granted him immense power.

"Could this be...?"

Qin Changsheng was somewhat surprised.

Ever since he acquired the mutated divine bloodline, he has been wondering what his mutated ability is.

His grandson Qin Yan's bloodline mutation ability is purification, and he copied the mutated bloodline from his grandson.

Perhaps it's also a form of purification?

However, in a previous experiment, his blood did not have the ability to purify.

Xu Mo took his blood to study it, but he didn't give him any answers.

Now, he sensed that this power seemed to be the mutation ability of his bloodline.

"My power has increased at least tenfold... Is it a combat-type mutation?"

Qin Changsheng murmured to himself, quietly adapting to the surge of power within his body.

If one can perfectly master this power.

There may still be hope of winning this battle.

As for the side effects of using this power?

Qin Changsheng is not considering these matters for the time being.

"Hmm? This power... You have hidden power?"

The pseudo-eighth-rank was somewhat surprised.