"Do you see how powerful your mother's bloodline is now, little girl? It's a pity that you weren't able to inherit it. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind keeping you alive a little longer so I can suck the bloodline out of your body as well," Du Qingyang chortled as he raised his head from Chen Yang's shoulder.0

Right at this moment, a fierce look flashed through Chen Yang's eyes, and he suddenly raised his right arm before plunging his hand toward Du Qingyang's body like a sharp dagger.0

All of the two dozen or so profound acupoints on his arms were glowing as radiantly as the sun, and they were also giving off bursts of scorching heat.0

A meaty thud rang out as the skin on Du Qingyang's abdomen was breached, but just like Gu Qianxun's bone sword, Chen Yang's right hand was only able to embed itself slightly into Du Qingyang's body before being stopped cold in its tracks.2

Du Qingyang took a glance down at the wound on his midsection, then harrumphed coldly, "You really don't know when to give up, do you?"0

However, right at this moment, a resounding explosion...0