Surviving in high-level martial arts and stacking Hextech

Chapter 111 Why is power in your hands? (Eighth update - three updates starting tomorrow)

Within just a few breaths, Fang Ming experienced the highs and lows of life.

He first casually killed his old friend who had mocked him with borrowed power, and before he could even feel any satisfaction, this happened.

He was completely bewildered.

The power of a grandmaster is fading away.

This was not his imagination.

That drop of dark red blood was like a spark falling into dry wood soaked in oil, instantly igniting a wildfire within his body.

The power of a Grandmaster was originally an external substance forcibly injected into his body through the [Soul Separation Vessel].

No matter how strong this power is, it is ultimately borrowed.

That drop of blood, tinged with a chilling aura of decay, was like a sharp blade precisely aimed at the chasm between the Grandmaster's power and his own life force, desperately wedging itself in.

"Ho—!"

Fang Ming made a strange sound in his throat, and he subconsciously pressed his chest, his eyes wide open.

"Knock knock knock knock knock!"

The heart rate has begun to become erratic.

The blood of a grandmaster, under the impact of that drop of foreign blood, was visibly dissipating from the extremities of his body.

"Fang—the head of the Fang family?!"

Lin Lu's expression changed drastically. She looked up at the skeleton around which the holy marks of flames were gradually condensing. With a sense of urgency, she finally couldn't help but speak.

"Can you hold on?"

Fang Ming did not answer that question, and stumbled back half a step.

"Principal Xu, now's the time!"

Jiang Feng roared!

A flash of shock crossed Xu Yuan's eyes. He knew that this was an opportunity he couldn't miss. Although his blood was still churning, he forced down the surging force and shot towards Fang Ming in an instant!

Lin Yuan's expression changed drastically, and he tried to intercept him.

However, Sikong Zhen, who also seized the opportunity, had already taken the lead and landed between him and Xu Yuan.

In the arena, who could possibly stop Xu Yuan, who was at the Meridian Opening Realm?

"boom!"

The palm struck down.

Impartial and upright, a clear and bright chest.

The moment the immense force swept in, the already teetering Grandmaster blood within Fang Ming's body shattered and dissipated completely under the impact of this final force.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, his knees hit the ground, his hands braced against the ground, and his body trembled violently.

The power of a grandmaster has been completely dissipated.

In essence, he was nothing more than a martial artist in the Meridian Opening Realm who had exhausted his essence and lifespan.

Extremely weak.

"Patriarch Fang..." Lin Lu wanted to say something more, but before she could finish speaking, Xu Yuan's figure had already landed in front of Fang Ming again.

She wanted to intervene, but no matter how strong the Shadow Power was, it couldn't bridge the gap between the two.

In the blink of an eye.

The palm fell.

Fang Ming stared wide-eyed in disbelief as he plunged headfirst into the pool of blood.

Fang Ruo closed her eyes, a barely suppressed sense of pleasure on her lips.

The situation reversed instantly.

Lin Yuan was being held back by Sikong Zhen, while Xu Yuan, though seriously injured, was not dead and could potentially erupt again at any time.

The only people who could move in the room were Jiang Feng, Fang Ruo, and Lin Lu.

No matter how you look at it, Lin Lu, who is only at the Body Tempering Realm, could not possibly defeat the combined forces of Jiang Feng and Fang Ruo.

So, the outcome is decided.

Then Lin Lu looked at Jiang Feng.

The room was completely silent.

Everyone was watching Jiang Feng.

His expression was complicated.

They all wanted to understand what had just happened.

Xu Yuan's decisiveness, Sikong Zhen's timely intervention, Lin Yuan's helplessness, and Fang Ming's death—all of these ultimately stemmed from Jiang Feng's Crimson Blood Manipulation Technique.

What kind of Crimson Blood Manipulation Technique could possibly shatter Fang Ming, who possesses the power of a Grandmaster and is proficient in blood manipulation, in one move?

"No, this is..."

It was Lin Lu who spoke.

She still stood beneath the sacred remains, her hands hanging limply beneath her black robe. The coldness and composure that had once filled her eyes were gone, replaced by an expression Jiang Feng had never seen on her before.

It was shocking.

"It's the scent of power..." For the first time, a ripple appeared in her almond-shaped eyes. She stared straight at Jiang Feng. Things were beyond her comprehension. She suddenly felt that she couldn't see through the person in front of her.

"Why did power surge from you just now...? Was it to reverse cause and effect? ​​But that's not for..."

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As if she had thought of something, she suddenly turned around and looked at Zhang Ruanruan on the cross.

"Could it be that she transferred her power to you? But how is that possible? She's only at the Body Tempering Realm, how could she have such methods?"

Could it be that woman, Lan Yue? No, that's impossible. Lord Xing Yong has already concealed the secrets of heaven; only a Grandmaster could glimpse this power. So why? Why?

Lin Lu's expression changed rapidly, from confusion and doubt to surprise, horror, and bewilderment... but in the end, it all coalesced into an indescribable complex look as she looked at the boy in front of her.

She was waiting for the other person to speak.

However, seeing this, Jiang Feng stood still and did not say anything.

To be honest, he himself didn't know how he obtained this power; it just appeared inexplicably in his body after he opened the panel that day.

This is a difficult question to answer.

He paused for a moment before speaking, his tone sincere yet calm: "I don't know either."

Lin Lu fell silent.

But Xu Yuan and Sikong Zhen did not remain silent.

They were unclear about the meaning of the conversation between the two, and they were also puzzled as to why they, as cultivators at the Meridian Opening Realm, had never heard of any martial arts technique or cultivation method that could be called "power". However, they clearly remembered the purpose of their trip to the underground!

"There's no time for this! Patriarch Sikong, quickly destroy the sacred remains!"

In just a short while, Xu Yuan's body recovered slightly. After saying this, he and Sikong Zhen exchanged a glance, their star power flashing around them, and they instantly switched positions.

Xu Yuan blocked Lin Yuan's way again.

The latter looked unwell and was also injured. In addition, there was a small difference in cultivation level between the two, so he was unable to do anything to the other party for the time being.

At the same time, Jiang Feng and Fang Ruo also stood in front of Lin Lu.

In other words, at this moment, no one can stop Sikong Zhen.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Zhang Ruanruan before Lin Lu's suddenly constricted pupils.

He immediately took a deep breath.

All the star power within his body converged in his palm at this moment, and the immense power represented by the earth attribute blessing was no longer held back. Combined with the Dao-rank martial skill he unleashed, it crashed down onto the sacred remains.

"Click—" "Click—" "Click—"

Several sounds rang out in succession, and the holy remains that had been absorbing the power of the star marrow and pulsating continuously cracked like an eggshell shattered by a heavy hammer.

The colorful silk threads stopped flowing downwards and returned to Zhang's soft body.

Her eyelids twitched slightly, as if she were about to wake up.

But in the next instant, extremely violent flames suddenly burst out from the cracks in the holy remains!

"fire?!"

Jiang Feng exclaimed in shock.

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