"Blood Soul Temple's secret art was once hailed as the number one in Great Xia. Do you really think such measures can kill me...?"
Han Zhengfang's face suddenly twisted into a savage expression. While enduring hundreds of attacks every second, he abruptly bit through the tip of his tongue. A mouthful of blood sprayed from it. The blood did not disperse, instead becoming a floating mass before him. Then Han Zhengfang bit open the thumb of his left hand and used the thumb of his right hand to break the skin of his brow. A small clump of blood flew from each his thumb and brow. The three clumps of blood instantly shone with a dazzling red light and merged together, becoming two strange runes formed like tadpoles, radiating brilliant crimson light.
Han Zhengfang pointed at Zhang Tie. One of the two runes instantly entered his brow, while the other shot through Han Zhengfang's protective Battle Qi like an arrow of light and flew directly toward Zhang Tie in the distance.
Although Zhang Tie was some distance from Han Zhengfang, having witnessed the endless secret arts and methods Han Zhengfang had displayed in Imperial Emperor City, he remained highly alert to every movement Han Zhengfang made and deeply wary of him. The moment he saw Han Zhengfang bite his tongue and spit blood, followed by those seemingly self-mutilating actions, Zhang Tie instantly widened the distance between them again, retreating from over fifty meters to over eighty. The protective Battle Qi around his body swelled to its limit in an instant as he prepared to respond.
But Zhang Tie had still underestimated the might of Blood Soul Temple's secret art.
The crimson rune flew forth like a light arrow. Zhang Tie immediately raised a secret-storage shield to meet it. Yet to