Qin Shaofeng's vitality and blood power, bolstered by various enhancements, reached a full 100.
But that was a benefit exclusive to him alone.
Other than him, even a Seven Steps to Heaven expert like Ziyun Shu only had 70 blood essence. How could he withstand such consumption?
"Qin Shaofeng, you, you, you... You clearly have such powerful means, yet you still kept making me work like a laborer?"
"No, no!"
"I'm focusing on the wrong thing. What I should be asking is, just how much have you hidden? How strong is your combat power now? Several times stronger than mine?"
Ziyun Shu jumped up again. Though his voice was loud, there was little accusation in it.
What filled it instead was shock and astonishment.
"Powerful, my ass. If you knew what those few slashes just cost me, you'd be scared to death." Qin Shaofeng was pulled out of his thoughts by him.
He hurriedly took out bottles of top-grade Qi Recovery Pills and poured them into his mouth in great gulps without a second thought.
From the way he swallowed them, such pills seemed no better than candy beans.
"Holy shit!"
Ziyun Shu felt as though he was about to faint.
He realized that his impression of Qin Shaofeng had changed from being shrouded in mist to being a patch of mist itself, with nowhere for him to observe at all.
As for everything he had discovered before, it now seemed as though Qin Shaofeng had deliberately put on an act.
Shocked—utterly shocked.
"Stop spacing out. The window over there isn't as sturdy as the door. If we don't hurry and kill off the remaining Ghost Corpse Slaves, we'll still have to run for our lives." Qin Shaofeng urged him.
"Huh? Alright."
Ziyun Shu hurried to the doorway.
When he