Hissss!

After a long moment of investigation, Yang Qi closed the eye on his forehead. Sighing, he looked at the two patriarchs. “I now understand everything about your hidden injuries. Winter Bloodless, you cultivate a godly-class energy art known as the God-Dao Blood-Spirit Nine-Heavens Grand Art. And you also cultivate the Blood-Sea Reincarnation Paleo-Devil True Energy from the Hell of Fresh Blood. Both of them are blood-type energy arts, with one being righteous and the other evil. Mixing those two types of energy can lead to bizarre results, and in this case you’re suffering from something similar to Sectlord Nine Yangs. You keep the effects under control, although you still suffer from a minor flaw.”

“Oh?” Winter Bloodless was more than a little shocked that Yang Qi could assess his cultivation so clearly. It was little wonder that he’d been able to wind the ruthless and ambitious Sectlord Nine Yangs around his finger and cause him to cough up blood.

Most people didn’t think Yang Qi stood much of a chance in his duel...