Yet even so, the Emperor-to-be's true body still did not die.
Some blood escaped and coalesced into another true body a short distance away.
But this newly formed body's aura was far weaker than before.
After having his flesh blasted apart twice, even an Emperor-to-be could barely hold on.
So after forming a new body this time, he fled into the distance without the slightest hesitation.
An Emperor-to-be was actually fleeing!
Even Qin Zhan was dumbfounded by the sight!
"Holy shit! My son's even fiercer than I am!"
Qin Zhan could not help swallowing, utterly stunned!
He had fought with all his strength and only managed to severely wound the Emperor-to-be's true body, yet Qin Wuyou had blasted the enemy's body apart the moment he struck!
Wasn't that gap far too enormous?
For a moment, he found it hard to accept!
Who was he?
He was Qin Zhan!
The Human Race Military God!
The guardian god of the Human Race!
Yet now, his own son had utterly surpassed him!
The feeling made him want to cry and roar with laughter at the same time!
He wanted to cry because he, the Human Race Military God, an old fellow who had cultivated for thousands of years, could not measure up to a youngster.
He wanted to laugh because that youngster was his son!
He was a son of the Qin Family!
He was proud!
He was pleased!
He even wanted to boast at the top of his lungs!
He wanted the whole world to know that his son, Qin Zhan's son, was stronger than he was!
Fiercer than he was!
Each generation of his Qin Family was stronger than the last!
"Holy shit! Is that really my fucking nephew?"
Thirteenth Uncle was completely dumbstruck by the sight!
If Qin Wuyou's earlier