Qianye muttered to himself, “Yet he’s alive, and his strength…”

The Whitebone Duke wasn’t too bad in terms of skill. At the very least, it was worthy of someone who had ruled the Jade Sea for several hundred years. Yet, the advantage common to strength-type races wasn’t prominent in him. As a werewolf duke, his attack was only at the average standard for his rank, not so different from the Wolf King.

Otherwise, Qianye wouldn’t have been able to withstand the attacks and use them to temper his origin power. The process had condensed the origin power in his nine vortices and transformed them into a single crystal, allowing him to step into the divine champion realm.

He was able to reach the fighting power standard of a duke although there was nothing to write home about his strength. Perhaps this proved that there was something to learn from his methods?

Caroline seemed to have noticed Qianye’s thoughts. “It’s not like that.”

From her explanation, Qianye finally realized why the Whitebone Duke hadn’t collapsed despite absorbing the bloodlines...