Seven-colored blood rained from the sky as Mo Nian shattered Lu Chenhui’s arm, shocking everyone present.2

Even the city lord and Bai Yingtian’s eyes narrowed sharply. Mo Nian’s attack seemed so effortless yet carried immense power. How was that possible?0

Just as the surrounding experts were shocked by Mo Nian’s attack, he nonchalantly took out a jade bottle and collected the falling blood.0

He glanced at the blood with interest and sighed, “Deer blood is a great tonic. Not as good as the pizzle, but too precious to waste.”0

Unable to bear it anymore, Lu Chenhui let out a furious roar. His body trembled, and his arm regenerated...0