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My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences
Chapter 518 - 518 Who’s the Real Demon?518 Who’s the Real Demon?
Wang Kun’s vision began to blur, and he grew dizzy. He even saw visions of his deceased parents.
Suddenly, a surge of power erupted from within him. His pale face instantaneously turned ruddy, his eyes sparkling with life. This phenomenon wasn’t new. It had happened numerous times since his arrival in the blood sea.
Each time he was on the brink of death, his body would burst forth with extraordinary power, making him stronger than before.
Unlike protagonists of stories who stumbled upon ancient inheritances in unknown caves, Wang Kun’s evolution was more direct – he simply grew stronger. This was why he dared spout such nonsense to Qin Huai, insisting on exploring the mysteries of the blood sea alone and finding its core. He wanted to discover his own limits.
Boom!
His small wings flapped, and he turned to face the sky-filling army.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“There’s still strength left?” Huo Huan’s eyes brimmed with both surprise and anger. He had switched out his pursuers, yet Wang Kun seemed unaffected.
Huo Huan raised his hand, and his clansmen immediately understood, distancing themselves from Wang Kun. Even Huo Huan, a formidable expert at the fifth-level visceral prefecture realm, was not careless. He did not want to give Wang Kun a chance. The demise of the central clan’s leader, whose bones now rested in the blood sea beneath them, served as a cautionary tale.
The sky full of Kun Peng demons dispersed, leaving an energetic Wang Kun with no one to fight.
“No matter how extraordinary your methods, they’re useless if you can’t reach us,” Huo Huan calmly observed, looking down at Wang Kun as if he were a caged beast.
He added, “Tens of thousands of years ago, your kind used so-called wisdom to hunt us demons in a similar fashion. Now, we’ll use the same method to hunt and rear you. Look, in the river of time, all races are equal. You’re just like cattle and sheep now.”
Huo Huan was undisturbed by the energized Wang Kun. He believed that as long as he continued to tire Wang Kun out, eventually, the latter would exhaust all his resources.
Boom!
All of a sudden, a gust of wind ripped through the sky. Several figures exploded, spewing a blood mist that painted a red river in the sea of clouds.
Screams echoed everywhere. The previously orderly formation collapsed, many clansmen knocked off balance.
Huo Huan swiftly lifted his head to identify the perpetrator. He frowned when he saw what seemed to be their own clansmen. Upon closer inspection, he discovered a lone figure slaughtering against the current of people.
Huo Huan was taken aback by the swift speed. Without delay, he soared into the air and charged at Qin Huai.
“Kid, have you lost your mind? How dare you kill your own clansmen?” he roared. Observing the youthful face, Huo Huan’s expression began to harden. He was surprised to find it difficult to catch up with Qin Huai.
He found it incredulous. The strength of their Kun Peng clan had always relied on the purity of their bloodline. The purer, the stronger their power and potential.
The leaders of the five great clans belonged to the purest of lineages. With the massive blood crystal pillars purifying their bloodline, though their realms hadn’t increased much yet, their power was vastly different than before.
“Which family do you come from?” Huo Huan asked.
From below, Wang Kun’s surprised shout, “Brother Qin!” reached Huo Huan’s ears.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Brother Qin? Are you the second rat?” Huo Huan’s expression froze. Was there a traitor within his clan?
Looking at the pair of lustrous Kun Peng wings on Qin Huai’s back, he knew he was not mistaken. Such wings could only be produced by the top bloodline of their Kun Peng clan.
“Fire!” Huo Huan roared. A feather shot out from behind him, rapidly igniting mid-air, transforming into a massive flaming roc that shot towards Qin Huai.
Qin Huai’s sprint instantly halted. The flaming roc’s speed was beyond imagination, reaching him almost instantaneously. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ Fire(.)net
Qin Huai folded his wings and used them as a shield. An explosion echoed through the air as the terrifying storm enveloped Qin Huai. The next moment, his gray wings swept away the exploding flames.
Qin Huai reappeared before everyone, completely unscathed. Encased within his wings, he hadn’t even felt the explosion’s impact and high temperature. It was as if his wings transported him to another realm.
“It has a great defense,” Qin Huai mumbled to himself, making an unexpected discovery.
“I see now…” Huo Huan looked at Qin Huai, realization dawning on him, a cold smile playing on his lips.
Their eyes met from a distance. “You must be the true successor of the sect master hidden in the shadows. A top-notch bloodline… Your bloodline’s purity surpasses even our five great clan leaders, no, it’s purer than the sect master’s.”