Wang Quan relied on his many arms and rapid bleeding to forcibly seize the advantage.
The other boys and girls cursed, but there was nothing they could do.
After all, very few cultivators knew the Three Heads and Six Arms technique.
One breath...
Blood flowed like spring water, soaking the stone pillar and staining its reliefs and grooves red.
Wang Quan was delighted. "Everyone, you can't outcompete me."
"If this stone pillar is a treasure, then I'm its owner."
The boys and girls sneered. "This treasure is too big for you to handle!"
"Get lost!"
Wang Quan sneered without speaking, simply driving his [Life Cultivation] Fundamental Method relentlessly, producing more blood and spraying it wildly over the stone pillar.
One hundred breaths...
Wang Quan's face grew slightly pale, and the blood spraying from his arms diminished a little.
The boys and girls, on the other hand, still had rosy cheeks, their hands hanging down and dripping blood.
They crowed triumphantly. "Wang Quan, your stamina isn't up to much!"
Wang Quan sneered without speaking, simply scattering his blood to stain the stone pillar, harboring the fanciful hope of staining it and obtaining everything that person possessed.
Looking at that phantom and all those events of the past, he knew just how powerful the person in the Miracle Palace had been.
To deal with him, those hostile powerhouses had actually rammed his palace with their bodies of flesh and blood.
If they had not truly been out of options, why would they have resorted to such a brutal method?
That fellow could make so many enemies. He was absolutely terrifying.
And even his name was taboo.
And whenever he opened his mouth, it was about the previous hundred eras or the next hundred eras.
*And according to what he said, the time