Fang Zhixing stood up, gripping his fists tightly.
In an instant, boom ~
A completely different kind of power surged ceaselessly through his body, producing faint sounds of thunder and lightning.
"Eh, what's this?"
Fang Zhixing's mind stirred, and he immediately grabbed the Myriad People Blade, his fingers swiftly running along the blade's edge.
Incredibly...
It didn't cut through!
This was an Upper Grade Fourth Level Treasure Saber, razor-sharp enough to slice open the Iron Mountain Mirror.
Fang Zhixing fell silent, then with a forceful effort, he tried a second time.
This time the blade finally cut beneath the skin, oozing a trace of fresh blood.
Fang Zhixing took a close look, and his eyebrows uncontrollably shot up.
The trace of fresh blood was strikingly black and red, with an undertone of black amidst the crimson.
Next instant, almost in a blur, the cut healed as if it had never been.
"This must be my Mad Blood!"