Compared to Xu Tingyun's hesitation, Peng Haibing, whose Demonic Nature had already entered his body, had far less patience and fewer reservations. His eyes were faintly red, his emotions somewhat agitated as he asked,
"Little Xu, you—you just used your own blood to break the Yin Soldiers Borrowing Passage. Does that mean your blood is extraordinary, possessing unimaginable power? You're someone with a Special Physique, aren't you?"
In truth, those with Special Physiques or special bloodlines were rarer than rare across the vast Divine Land. Outsiders had no understanding of these people's true strength, yet that did not stop them from interpreting and dissecting the mysteries and secrets of such people from their own perspectives.
Even in ancient history, there had been no shortage of great achievers who deliberately captured people with Special Physiques and studied the secrets within their bloodlines as though they were guinea pigs. As a result, much information concerning those with such bloodlines had been left behind.
Xu Tingyun and the other three had some understanding of people with Special Physiques. Of course, that understanding was exceedingly superficial—but precisely because it was so superficial, they were curious, and they yearned for more.
Before Meng Zhao could respond to Peng Haibing's question, Gan Mingfeng had already sensed the deep malice behind it. Inwardly, he disdained these people blinded by greed, unable even to see the situation for what it was.
Yet outwardly, he put on an angry expression and assumed a posture of defending Meng Zhao, snapping,
"Peng Haibing, what do you mean by this? My junior brother has repeatedly helped you solve problems along the way. To put it bluntly, without us martial brothers, you probably wouldn't even have made it into the mountain or reached this place. And now you're prying into the secret of