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But what exactly was going on, Chen Fan had no idea.
After a moment of silence, Chen Fan gently rubbed his left index finger, and a grain of rice-sized drop of golden blood fell from it into the drop of Demon's Blood in the palm of his right hand.
"..."
Ziteng Zhenyi and Jing Shang once again widened their eyes in shock.
The blood of this young man is golden?
Was he not human?
Just as the two were stunned...
"Boom!"
The drop of Demon's Blood in Chen Fan's right palm exploded.
A terrifying burst of Qi Strength swept out in all directions.
"Your... your blood shattered that drop of Demon's Blood?"
Ziteng Zhenyi's eyes were filled with disbelief.
Immediately after, a frenzy of joy appeared in his eyes!
He understood why Chen Fan had done this...
At this point, Chen Fan did not speak; instead, he went to another demonized powerhouse and drew out its Demon's Blood as well.
"Bring me a cup."
Chen Fan said without looking back.
"Okay!"
