Tian Xinye was instantly struck dumb.
No matter how unwilling she was to admit it, she had to acknowledge that Qin Shaofeng himself was a miracle.
Every strange thing that had happened to him could no longer even be called strange.
Her gaze could not help drifting toward Qin Shaofeng once more.
"Can you... create another miracle this time?"
The words had barely left her lips when she saw slash marks appear across Qin Shaofeng's body.
The wounds emerged from within his body. No matter how one looked at them, they seemed to be a manifestation of him being unable to endure any longer.
She suddenly cried out, "Shaofeng, how are you? If it cannot be done, then don't keep going."
Her voice was loud, but Qin Shaofeng gave no response at all.
Could he really give up?
That would have been the strange thing.
After devouring that final trace of battle intent, Qin Shaofeng understood where the problem between himself and the battle intent lay.
This battle intent was not something he had cultivated himself.
If he wanted to absorb it, he needed to gain the battle intent's recognition.
Yet his cultivation was far too weak, and he had never cultivated any similar battle intent before. He truly had no foundation whatsoever, yet he wanted to receive an empowerment and directly become a powerhouse of a generation.
How could such a thing be easy?
Having understood this, his desire for the battle intent grew even stronger.
This battle intent would be an opportunity in his path of cultivation that far exceeded his imagination. He absolutely could not give it up lightly.
Battle intent, aren't you rejecting me?
Don't you want to hurt me?
Fine, then I'll let you hurt me without restraint.
If you refuse to merge with me,