Bloodline Boiling

As Song Changsheng's mind raced at top speed, Zhao Yin flashed forward like a ghost. The silver spear in his hand swept out with tremendous force, swift as lightning and leaving no time to react.

Caught off guard, Song Changsheng raised his sword to block. The clash of metal rang deafeningly through the air. Amid flashing sparks, he felt an enormous force travel from the sword body into both arms. The exaggerated trembling of his arm muscles reflected the strain he was under. After resisting for only a few breaths, he was swept away.

He flew uncontrollably through the air for dozens of miles before barely managing to stabilize himself.

This scene stunned everyone watching. All present had witnessed Song Changsheng's strength; the power of his fleshly body could directly shatter a Space Barrier jointly reinforced by five True Lords.

During the previous battles, neither Ji Liangyu nor Zhao Yin had gained any advantage over Song Changsheng in terms of strength. His physique had been tempered a thousand times over, while his Law of Strength had reached the realm of Great Perfection, nearly touching the level of the Dao.

Yet now, Zhao Yin's strength was completely suppressing Song Changsheng. This simply defied common sense.

The Dazhen Immortal Dynasty had endured for so many years that the effects of the royal bloodline were no longer any secret. Generally speaking, the Zhao Clan's inherited bloodline chiefly manifested in comprehension. Members of the Dazhen Immortal Dynasty's royal family were almost all exceptionally gifted in this regard, and that was the main reason the Zhao Clan had remained prosperous for so many years.

After all, once cultivators reached the Purple Palace Stage, the advantages brought by spiritual roots in the early stages would gradually weaken. From comprehending true intent to gaining insight into laws,