Rules
"Martial Dao martial skill?"
Qin Shaofeng's expression flickered uncertainly.
The thoughts in his mind were so complicated that even he could not quite make out what he was thinking.
Martial Dao martial skills, Lifeblood Martial Skills.
What exactly was the difference between these two kinds of martial skills? Could they be considered the same thing?
If so, could his Lifeblood Martial Skill be his Martial Dao martial skill?
Qin Shaofeng sank into his thoughts for a long while.
It was not until a thunderous boom erupted from the battlefield that he was pulled back from his tangled thoughts.
Once his thoughts returned, he immediately cast all his earlier ideas to the back of his mind.
No matter what relationship existed between Lifeblood Martial Skills and Martial Dao martial skills, it was clearly not something he needed to consider right now.
If he truly wanted to think about such matters, he could wait until his cultivation had genuinely reached its limit.
A faint smile appeared on his face again.
His gaze gradually turned toward Earth Sovereign Wen Ming.
Sensing his gaze, Earth Sovereign Wen Ming directly tapped a finger against his brow.
Qin Shaofeng once again began his research with no distractions in his heart.
The only person he cared about was San Yun.
Since the Wuling Divine Sect was certain to win, and San Yun had already ended his battle, Qin Shaofeng had no further interest in watching the fight.
He merely kept studying, studying without end.
This cultivation-maniac behavior truly made things difficult for the Three Sovereigns. Whenever he made a request, the Three Sovereigns had no way to refuse.
What frustrated the Three Sovereigns even more was that every time, they had to divide their Power of Rules as finely as possible before separately giving each of