Growth I

"So this was entering the microscopic realm?"

Zhang Rongfang had never experienced such a strange sensation before.

Previously, regarding those bloodlines, he had merely known what they were, not why they worked. He had only been a user.

But now, it was as if he could see the essence of the world at its most fundamental level.

What a pity. Martial arts are not the path I walk. Even if entering the microscopic realm is merely the incidental effect of an abyss advancing from a newborn form to an infant form.

Now that I look at it, I have Vampires, I have demons, and the Netherworld can serve as hell. Add in all those other miscellaneous bloodlines... the possibility that I will head in the direction of the abyss is truly enormous.

Zhang Rongfang descended from afar, landing beside a small hill.

A group of Mountain Bandits armed with battered blades and axes were surrounding a merchant caravan there.

"If you know what's good for you, hand over the money! And those women too—we want them all! Otherwise, heh heh heh!"

The mountain bandit leader stood two meters tall, his muscles knotted like coiled dragons. He was clearly a martial artist.

"Gentlemen... sirs! We'll give you all our money! But these are our families. Please show mercy!" The caravan's leader was an old man with a handlebar mustache. There were no guards to be seen around him; they had clearly either fled or been killed.

"Not giving it to us!? Once we kill you, it'll all be ours anyway! Boys, kill them!" The mountain bandit chief raised his blade and was about to charge.

The Mountain Bandits behind him also shouted wildly, their eyes blazing with frenzy as they prepared to rush forward.

Crack.

All the Mountain Bandits suddenly froze