Of course, there were also some people harboring ulterior motives. The looks they directed at Su Qiao carried a faint, predatory desire.
They still had not given up. They wanted to find out whether Su Qiao's flesh and blood really had such miraculous effects.
Su Qiao showed no sign of anger. Instead, she smiled with a hint of arrogance. "Hehe, you want to make a move against me? Fine. As long as you have the ability."
"Actually, you're all quite foolish. A body like mine, refined with countless poisons and venomous substances—never mind greatly increasing your power or prolonging your life. I'm afraid that if you accidentally got a drop or two of my blood on you, you'd die."
"If you don't believe me, you can send someone over to try. Let's see whether his life is tough enough, or whether my blood is poisonous enough."
The clever ones immediately abandoned the idea after thinking it over.
As for the others, naturally, no one dared to try either.
After all, increasing one's power and prolonging one's life were good things, but if they reached for the chicken and lost the rice instead, ending up sacrificing their own lives, that would not be good at all.
The more people liked taking shortcuts, the more afraid of death they were. Thus, in the end, not a single person dared to step forward.
For the Martial Arts Convention to have reached this point was truly something rarely seen in the world.
In the past hundred years or so, it had never been this lively, nor had it ever left people so conflicted.
Originally, most people had still stood on the Alliance Leader's side this year and planned to vote for him to retain the position of Martial Arts Alliance Leader. But now, no