An Unexpected Encounter

Qiu Yuanzeng looked at the formation before him. It had been arranged with considerable ingenuity. Its power was not particularly great, but it was linked to the terrain beneath his feet and the surrounding vital energy.

If Qiu Yuanzeng had not been injured, he could have broken such a formation with a single slash. If that spirit blade had not been taken away by Chen Fei, he would also have been confident of using the spiritual artifact's power to break the formation.

But unfortunately, none of that held true now. The spiritual artifact was gone, and he was severely injured. This formation had locked Qiu Yuanzeng firmly in place, leaving him nowhere to go.

Qiu Yuanzeng looked into the distance, a savage smile curling across his lips. Did they think they could trap him here with such a simple method?

Qiu Yuanzeng's right hand twitched slightly. A huge bloody gash suddenly opened across his left arm, and blood streamed endlessly from the wound, quickly soaking the ground beneath his feet.

Blood in the human body had a fixed amount; it was not inexhaustible. Once a person lost too much blood, their life could be endangered.

Even martial artists, whose bodies surpassed ordinary people in every respect and whose blood-producing abilities far exceeded those of common folk, would still die if they lost too much blood.

Yet the blood flowing from Qiu Yuanzeng's arm had already exceeded the amount a normal person should possess. Aside from his slightly pale face, Qiu Yuanzeng displayed no other unusual symptoms, as if this blood did not belong to him at all.

Qiu Yuanzeng looked at the blood beneath his feet. Its reflection filled his pupils, making him appear especially eerie and demonic.

The Blood Source Technique cultivated the power of blood. This technique was