Clearly, under normal circumstances, Mo Qiuxian could not have activated such a secret technique at all.
Then now, he must have paid an unspeakable price! The price of his life!
The moment the Flying Blood Corpse Aspect appeared, Mo Qiuxian's aura surged.
Seeing Mo Qiuxian like this, Qing Chen's eyes turned crimson, and he roared:
"You think you're the only one who can fucking stake his life?! If I die, my balls face the sky; if I live, I'll live ten thousand years!"
He knew full well that, against Mo Qiuxian's suicidal fighting style, he would probably not escape this calamity today unless he brought out his full strength.
At that moment, Qing Chen's blood valor surged through his chest, as though it would burst straight out.
Qing Chen might have been greedy for wealth and women, and he might have known when to bend and when to stand tall.
But with a blade about to reach his neck, Qing Chen would never retreat. Even if he died, he would chip a few notches in his opponent's blade.
Generally speaking, even a peak Qi Refining cultivator possessed no more than five or six drops of essence blood.
But by cultivating the Demonic Blood Aperture-Rushing spell to improve his body, Qing Chen now held a full eight drops of essence blood within him, with another eight stored in his Brahma Aperture.
Qing Chen had already expended two drops of essence blood earlier.
But now, without hesitation, he decided to burn ten drops of essence blood-six from his Brahma Aperture and four from his own body!
Qing Chen's hands rapidly formed seals as he unleashed the Brahma Demon-Refining Art's Blood Qi Manifestation mystic art.
Blood qi rose from his entire body like beacon smoke, and streams of terrifying blood essence energy seeped