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I originally had no intention of borrowing outside help, but seeing the smug look on the Grand Guildmaster's face left me more than a little displeased.
He clearly thought he had me cornered, so he had deliberately set this trap for me to walk into. Since he wanted to trip me up, I didn't mind showing him a black face in return.
Origin Blood was actually of little use to me. My body was filled with energy, and I could even transform my divine meridians. After passing through the Eye of Origin in the giant city, I had, for the most part, already reached the perfected realm above the Colored Body Realm.
One had to understand that my God-Slaying Art was several grades stronger than those of other cultivators of the same level. If I reached the perfected level, I basically wouldn't even take the Divine Body Realm seriously.
But I still couldn't handle ten Divine Body Realm experts descending on me at once. Fortunately, I had stockpiled quite a bit of Origin Blood recently. I would take a trip to the market and see whether there was any good external aid to borrow. By then, whether I broke into the Divine Body Realm or found a fine weapon, either would be the key to turning the contract around.
The Holy City really was enormous. It supposedly had a population of a million, making it countless times larger than the Divine Kingdom Alliance.
However, the Divine Kingdom Alliance cultivated divine arts. Compared with the God-Slaying cultivators here, their Root Bone foundations were practically skin stretched over bones—pathetically weak.
The God-Slaying cultivators were all broad and burly, with iron-tower-like people everywhere. When it came to boosting the population, they possessed a natural advantage.