Vol 2 Chapter 95 (1/2)

Chapter 95

Chapter 95: Uncle Eleven

There was a universally recognized saying throughout the Pri cultivation tiers was not unco bloodlines was extremely rare

For instance, if a high-tier Demonic Beast Bloodline was the standard reference and Qi Drawing cultivators had a power level of 1, 5 for Blood Boiling, 25 for Yang Opening, and 125 for Light Shaking, those with Demonic Lord Bloodlines would have power levels of 2, 10, 50, and 250, respectively Those with De Bloodlines would have power levels of 3, 15, 75, and 375, while those with Demonic Emperor Bloodlines would have power levels of 4, 20, 100, and 500 Those with mixed bloodlines were simply considered a tier lower For instance, someone with a mixed Demonic E Bloodline

Of course, this was just a number and not an absolute representation of power The amount a person’s bloodline akened, their talent, and their efforts were also vital For instance, Ji Hanyan’s strength was basically equivalent to that of a Demonic Emperor Bloodline existence

Even so, these numbers were still useful approxiful conclusions

The most important conclusion was that someone with a Demonic Emperor Bloodline was basically considered to be a whole cultivation base higher in strength than soh-tier Demonic Beast Bloodline

The Zhu Clan had not sent many people on this trip

To the Zhu Clan, Long Sang Country was not thetoo many people, so they chosen quality over quantity

They had only sent one true expert, but that true expert alone was enough to deal with everyone present

The instant that Zhang Tingyue yelled out the ter Realm”, everyone present froze in astonishment and fear

A black-clothed, white-haired male strolled out of the forest

Despite his flohite hair, the black-clothed edHis eyes, however, glowedhim a profound, mysterious aura

“Uncle Eleven!” Zhu Xianyao yelled to that person but did not bow

Wo Uncle Eleven, there was no need for her to bow her head

“Sorry to trouble you, Uncle Eleven Kill thele one of them escape!” Her last few sentences were directed at the four black-clothed warriors The warriors leapt into action, each standing at a corner Although they were only in the Blood Boiling Realm, they possessed the Zhu Clan’s Deth to be roughly equivalent to so Realm

Zhang Tingyue’s expression changed drastically “Stay cal to swear oaths”

Zhu Xianyao said serenely, “Dead people keep the best secrets Attack!”

Uncle ElevenIn a flash, he appeared next to one of the guards and grabbed the guard’s head, crushi+ng his head in an instant He then reappeared next to another guard In a panic, the guard tried to raise his arm to block the attack, but his movements were as slow as a snail’s compared to his opponent’s He watched as Uncle Eleven’s hand penetrated his chest like he was slicing through soft tofu before ree

That’s…… ht

Then, he felt the pain

Darkness began to cloud his vision

Uncle Eleven carelessly popped the heart an

d then charged towards the next person

He did not have the same indomitable pressure as before, but what replaced it was demonic speed and extremely vicious attacks

Just as he was about to crush the third guard’s head, Zhang Tingyue made another move

He struck out with his palm

Green light began to shi+ne, and braan to swarm from the earth

Verdantwood Pal Brambles Hands

The Zhang Clan’s Bloodline was the Spirit Abyss Treedemon

There was an abyss to the Northeast called the Spirit Abyss, a place wherethe Successor En of the Illustrious Divine Dynasty, a Treedean to etting in For eighty years, no one was able to reach the abyss

Eventually, the head of Wild Abyss City, Zhang Chenghan, put out a call for talented and brave individuals He gathered 36 Yang Opening Experts, 300 Origin Qi Scholars, and nearly 3000 foot soldiers before setting out for the Spirit Abyss After three days of bitter, bloody battle, they finally defeated the Treedemon

Zhang Chenghan obtained the Treedemon Bloodline

The Treedeyue’s current attack cast a green glow on the ground, causing thistles to shoot forth as they writhed and coiled Tens of thousands of branches shot towards Uncle Eleven, binding hie of branches This was his most powerful move

Even so, Zhang Tingyue yelled, “Help !”

Zheng Bashan howled, charged forwards, and leapt into the air

Her an to suffuse froan to e her look like a porcupine