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Just as Xuan Haoran seethed with anger, the Blood Hand Monk, standing in the distance, suddenly soared into the air. A deep red beam of light, turning into a rainbow that pierced through the day, shrouded directly towards Zheng Ming.

As the light from the Blood Hand Monk came down toward Zheng Ming's shoulders, Zheng Ming felt an engulfing sensation.

He felt that not only was the vital energy around him being devoured by this light, but even the True Qi inside his body seemed to stir, eager to rush into these rolling waves of blood light!

The Maitreya Divine Bone, with its Golden Unbreakable Body, and the blood light that complemented the Divine Bone, likewise, were not something ordinary True Qi could compare with.

For an ordinary Grandmaster, under this blood light, one could barely exert fifty percent of their strength—if even that much—but this time, the Blood Hand Monk had encountered Zheng Ming.