"Xuan Hui."
Wei He was on guard.
Not against the old monk before him, but against the endless stream of bizarre bloodlines in Great Yue.
Though True Blood was generally slower than True Strength, its bloodlines were mixed and varied, with countless types. Any manner of ability could be found within it, encompassing all things beneath heaven.
Such a vast system possessed the foundation to deal with any threat.
Just as now—had he not always been cautious and vigilant, he likely would never have discovered this monk's presence.
"Benefactor possesses peerless talent and has broken the limits of your bloodline. In truth, our Buddhist sect has long paid close attention to you. Now..."
Before the old monk could finish, his expression changed wildly, and he retreated at top speed.
But it was already too late.
Bang!
With a dull crash, his entire body, just like Peng Mi's before him, was instantly pressed from above into a pulp of flesh by a single palm.
This time, however, the force seemed weaker than in his transformed state, so the ground was left with a sizable crater.
Wei He raised his hand and withdrew his temporarily blood-swollen arm, his expression blank.
From the moment that so-called Taiyi Secret King had appeared before him and secretly sent people to track him, he had made his decision.
Once a decision had been made, there could be no wavering. Following one path to the end was the kingly way.
Since he had already accepted so many good things from the military, he ought to show some indication of his allegiance.
"Buddhist sect..." A chill flashed through Wei He's eyes. Cutting off the Buddhist sect's tracker was the indication he had chosen to give.
Previously, the Buddhists had wanted to seize him and take him away. Now