By this calculation, once the Imperial Preceptor Modo's true bloodline had fully matured, just what heights could his explosive strength reach?
The thought alone sent chills down Wei He's spine.
Seeing the leopard through a tube, seeing the great from the small, he finally understood a little what kind of opponent Eldest Senior Sister Yuan Du Zi had always been facing.
Against such an opponent, even he, whose strength had already surpassed the "normal," could not handle them.
Wei He finally sighed inwardly. He began gathering the power within him that belonged to the Whale Flood Art.
Streams of terrifying blood qi silently poured from his blood sacs, spreading evenly throughout his entire body.
In the middle of the street, Wei He rose to his feet. His skin faintly reddened, and bloodshot veins gradually began to writhe through the whites of his eyes. His originally gloomy aura slowly transformed in an eerie, mysterious direction.
"Worthy of the bloodline of Great Yue's strongest man." Wei He sighed.
"For answering some of my doubts."
"...I'll only break your limbs, then!"
The instant the final word fell.
Wei He stepped forward and chopped out a palm strike through the air.
"Show mercy!!" A deep voice suddenly came from afar.
In an instant, a figure rushed toward the palm Wei He had struck out.
That figure was a white-haired old man in a Golden Pattern robe.
A faint aura somewhat similar to Gu Lan's erupted from his body at once.
Red light flickered in Wei He's eyes. Rather than slowing, his palm accelerated, crashing head-on toward the two palms Gu Lan had struck out.
Boom!!!
Their palms collided ahead of time.
The Whale Flood Art augmented his strength by a full seventy thousand jin. Added to the Great Strength of his bloodline, it became