Everything that had just happened to Su Zhao had been seen clearly by Qin Yan.
"As expected of the Temple of Light's Holy Son. He dispelled my Deadly Curse with such ease."
Qin Yan raised an eyebrow and murmured in admiration.
The Deadly Curse was the killing move of the Blood Curse Divine Ability.
He had used little blood energy just now. He knew only his target's true name and had none of his blood, hair, or other mediums in hand. He had cast it in haste.
Even so, the power of that strike could not be underestimated.
An ordinary Peak-Stage Grandmaster would likely have been strangled to death by the curse on the spot.
If I used enough blood energy, along with his blood or hair as a medium, could this curse kill him in a single strike?
As Qin Yan weighed the possibility, his steps quickened, carrying him deeper into the Medicine Garden.
None of the martial artists around him knew what he had done.
When he cast the Blood Curse, its surging blood energy had seemed to make an enormous commotion. In truth, Myriad Disguise had hidden every trace of it.
To the martial artists nearby, Qin Yan had been nothing more than an unremarkable man standing in the crowd from beginning to end. Not the slightest hint of an unusual aura had escaped him.
Half an hour later, Qin Yan finally reached the heart of the Medicine Garden.
The core area that countless martial artists had flocked toward now lay before his eyes.
It was a strange space shrouded in spiritual energy so dense it had nearly taken solid form.
Pale green Spiritual Light encircled the entire area, flowing slowly as though alive. Each ripple left the surrounding air fresher and more fragrant.
At its center