Zhang Xiaoyu said somewhat anxiously, "I still haven't found the feeling. Let me circulate the technique a few more times and try."
Zhang Xiaoyu had no desire whatsoever to drink blood.
Lin Feng took out a small knife and a palm-sized iron bowl. "Brother Zhang, don't rush. Ultimate arts aren't so easy to cultivate."
A sheen of cold sweat had already seeped from Zhang Xiaoyu's forehead.
This technique relied entirely on guiding it with one's mind; put plainly, it relied on imagination.
He had to imagine drawing the warm current in his stomach through his meridians and into his dantian.
It was easy to say, yet easy and difficult at the same time.
He raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "Xiaofeng, didn't you say this Bloodthirsty Demonic Art was easy to learn but difficult to master? It should be easy to get started with, so why haven't I felt anything yet?"
"Even if it's easy to get started with, it's still an ultimate art." Lin Feng slit open the wild deer's skin and drained a bowl of blood. "Brother Zhang, drink some blood and try again."
The deer blood did not smell too rank. Zhang Xiaoyu took the iron bowl and drained it in one gulp.
After drinking it, Zhang Xiaoyu circulated the technique again and immediately sensed that warm current in his stomach.
Following the circulation route, he guided the warm current into his dantian.
The instant the warm current entered his dantian, Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes turned completely blood-red.
A bloodthirsty, berserk desire rose from the depths of his heart.
Lin Feng unconsciously took a step back as he looked into Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes.
Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes were a dark crimson, like a bottomless abyss of blood.
Awooo! Zhang Xiaoyu let out a roar that