Divine Doctor from the Start of the Eye Mutation

Ling Zhenfei said, "Whether I am qualified or not is not for you to decide. If you have the ability, come at me again."

The Young Master didn't expect Ling Zhenfei to provoke him further and angrily retorted, "Kid, you'd better die quickly then."

After saying that, the Young Master charged toward Ling Zhenfei. His movements were indeed very fast, and he launched an attack on Ling Zhenfei. This time, his strength was clearly much stronger than before.

Ling Zhenfei hurriedly dodged and even exchanged blows with the Young Master once.

Now he felt that the Young Master's strength was only at the late-stage of the Dawen Realm, except for cultivating a very peculiar cultivation technique.

However, this technique didn't seem to show any difference yet, at least it hadn't demonstrated its power.

Bam!

Ling Zhenfei exchanged blows with the Young Master again, but the power of the third punch of the Heaven-Splitting Ten Fists was still no match for the Young Master, and his fist ached from the impact.

This time, the Young Master was slightly shocked and said, "Kid, no wonder they couldn't find your traces; it turns out you do have some skill."

"You're too kind, too kind. I'm just like that; sometimes I'm in good form, sometimes I'm not."

Ling Zhenfei chuckled as if he didn't take the Young Master seriously at all.

The Young Master angrily said, "Since that's the case, I'll let you see how powerful I am."

After speaking, the Young Master waved his hand at the four people on the ground, and one of them flew uncontrollably toward him.

The person was immediately grabbed by the head by the Young Master, who didn't hesitate to crush it directly.

With a bang, blood splattered everywhere, but this blood did not fall to the ground; it stayed suspended in the air.

The blood coagulated in the air, seemingly gaining a life of its own, and circled around Ling Zhenfei like a pet wandering by his side.

Ling Zhenfei was shocked, realizing that this might be the legendary Blood Oath Divine Power, and wondered about its true power.

At this moment, the blood suddenly formed into the shape of a person and charged toward Ling Zhenfei.

Ling Zhenfei was startled but dared not slack off and hurriedly used his Heaven-Splitting Ten Fists against the blood-made figure.

Bam!

The blood-made figure seemed as solid as a real person, unaffected by the punch, and even exchanged blows with Ling Zhenfei.

This figure, composed of blood, moved nimbly. Ling Zhenfei could tell from the exchange that if hit by it, he would definitely be injured.

Though the Young Master hadn't acted, it felt like this blood figure was his true body, with identical power.

Ling Zhenfei was astonished, never expecting such a miraculous technique to exist in the world. It was extraordinary.

But now Ling Zhenfei was in a dilemma; the blood figure, made of blood, was powerful and couldn't be killed.

Still, he had to try; thinking this, Ling Zhenfei used the fifth punch of the Heaven-Splitting Ten Fists directly against the blood figure.

This punch carried immense power, and the blood figure had no choice but to confront Ling Zhenfei head-on.

Bam!

Two surges of Northern Spiritual Energy collided, emitting tremendous energy.

The blood figure was smashed to pieces by Ling Zhenfei's punch, shattering into countless droplets.

Ling Zhenfei was thrilled, seeing that although the blood figure inherited the Young Master's technique, it was not the full extent of it; otherwise, the figure couldn't have been shattered.

"Looks like the Blood Oath Divine Power is just so-so."

No sooner had Ling Zhenfei said this than he paused, for the shattered blood figure reassembled from the scattered blood into a new one.

Ling Zhenfei was taken aback; if this was really the case, the Blood Oath Divine Power was too bizarre. In that case, the Young Master wouldn't have to expend much effort to kill others, making it the supreme divine skill.

"Kid, are you celebrating too soon? I haven't shown you the true strength of my Blood Oath Divine Power yet."

After saying that, the Young Master extended his hand again, and another Blood Guard flew into his grasp.

The Young Master's actions frightened the remaining Blood Guards; one had already died in this short time.

The Young Master said, "If you're so useless, what's the point of keeping you?"

With that, he crushed the head of the person with the same effort, splattering blood all over, forming yet another blood figure in front of him.

Ling Zhenfei was shocked, really not expecting that the blood figure could form not only a second but possibly a third and fourth; how was he to manage this?

But Ling Zhenfei didn't believe in such an all-powerful technique without flaws. Any cultivation technique must have flaws; he just didn't know where these flaws lay.

"Kid, do you now see the strength of the Blood Son?" the Young Master shouted proudly at Ling Zhenfei.

Ling Zhenfei was shocked in his heart but did not show it on his face and replied, "They're just two fakes; what's there to fear?"

The Young Master was infuriated: "You dare call these fakes? Then I'll show you how powerful these fakes are."

After speaking, the Blood Son waved a hand at Ling Zhenfei, and the two blood figures attacked him together.

The techniques on these two fake figures were identical to that of the Blood Son, and their combined assault instantly increased the pressure on Ling Zhenfei.

Fortunately, the strength of these two blood figures wasn't complete, or else Ling Zhenfei would have been unable to hold on.

The two blood figures surrounded Ling Zhenfei and launched an attack; their offense was incredibly rapid, forcing Ling Zhenfei to retreat repeatedly, unable to defend.

Bam!

Ling Zhenfei was punched by one of the blood figures, but fortunately, he had prepared his defenses, and the spiritual energy on his body reduced the punch's power significantly.

Still, it made Ling Zhenfei feel quite uncomfortable.

The most troubling thing for Ling Zhenfei was his heart, because he knew being hit just now was no accident, meaning the combined attack power of the two blood figures was indeed above his own.

With a sense of urgency in his heart and not daring to hesitate, Ling Zhenfei used the profound techniques within the Heaven-Splitting Ten Fists, shattering one of the blood figures with a punch.

Making another move, the other blood figure was also shattered; the blood from both figures splattered in the sky but suddenly merged into a larger blood figure, swinging both fists at Ling Zhenfei.

Ling Zhenfei did not expect the two blood figures to merge and was sent flying by the massive blood figure's punch.

Ling Zhenfei barely landed on the ground without falling, but the two blood figures had already transformed back into two individuals, surrounding him once more.

They launched another attack on Ling Zhenfei, who was greatly alarmed. The Blood Oath Divine Power was indeed formidable and extremely wicked.

No one knew how many blood figures the Blood Son could summon. If another appeared, Ling Zhenfei would be doomed.

By this point, the two blood figures' attacks had become even sharper, leaving Ling Zhenfei with no power to counterattack.

Ling Zhenfei and the Blood Son were about evenly matched, but against these two blood figures, if it were a solo fight, they wouldn't stand a chance against Ling Zhenfei.