The people of the Devil Race's Blood Prison possessed strange abilities that let them control blood. They could turn their own blood to water to dissolve attacks, and control their opponents' blood, making it churn until their hearts burst. For cultivators who had tempered their hearts, being controlled would only make their energy surge more violently, making them even more dangerous than ordinary cultivators. Facing such an opponent, Ling Lin was in a truly difficult position.
Fortunately, Ling Lin's Mental Cultivation had always been higher than his spiritual energy cultivation, so he could still just barely suppress the energy churning inside his heart. He also used his soul melody and Spiritual Energy Arrows, forcing Blood Child to keep his distance.
Blood Child's cultivation was exceedingly high, and he was arrogant to the extreme. He disdained going all out against a junior like Ling Lin, claiming that this time his targets were Ling Tian and the others—the cultivators qualified to place among the top ranks of this Cultivator Assembly.
Feeling Blood Child's arrogance, Ling Lin gave a faint smile, his expression neither servile nor overbearing. "I admit your abilities happen to counter ours, but that doesn't mean I can't defeat you. As for my elders, I'm afraid any one of them could defeat you with ease."
"Tsk, tsk. You're young, but you sure have a big mouth." Blood Child's crimson eyes turned even colder. He looked at Ling Lin. "I'd thought your Lingxiao Pavilion was unconventional, daring to lead the way and welcome cultivators of every race. I hadn't wanted to hurt you. But since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for showing no mercy."
As he spoke, Blood Child's blood churned, and bubbles rose from him one by one. Strangely, every bubble was bloodred, and the