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This world had once known Gods and Devils, immortals and Buddhas. Even though it had declined, it still retained the foundations of a great world of miraculous martial arts. It was hardly impossible for it to produce something unexpected.

In particular, Marquis Bei Ning's Lei Family was one of Ji Prefecture's foremost great powers. Though there had been foolish and incompetent family heads throughout the generations, most had been valiant, resolute men. Over all these years, who knew how many Trump Cards they had developed? Even this one they had revealed might not be all they possessed.

After a while longer, with no one controlling it, the blood power within the pair of beast claws rapidly drained away and was exhausted. Only then did the black fur and remaining sharp claws slowly regress into human arms.

Yet the skin was wrinkled and pallid, clinging tightly to the bones. The loss of blood and flesh energy was severe, making them look exceptionally strange and sinister.

Though Meng Zhao had not completely grasped the mysteries within, he had formed some conjectures. He casually tossed the now-worthless pair of arms to the ground, a playful smile appearing on his face. Like a lion studying an antelope, he prepared to continue the hunt.

He believed that the other eleven, like the man he had killed, had cultivated the Lei Family's secret art. They were all excellent materials and research specimens.

After all, he was not alone. He had a force beneath him that needed development. If he could unravel its secrets, perhaps the strength of those under Meng Mansion could soar dramatically.

The remaining eleven had also witnessed everything Meng Zhao had done. Seeing their companion, with whom they had spent day and night and shared deep bonds, killed before them, they were overcome