"Use your ultimate move. Otherwise, I'm afraid you two won't have a chance!"
Before Zhu Yuan could recover from the grief and indignation of Lin Xuan's bloodline suppression, he heard Lin Xuan's calm voice. The bloodline suppression in his body had also disappeared without a trace.
Was that confidence? No, that was arrogance!
Zhu Yuan suddenly raised his head. He no longer dared to look down on Lin Xuan. No matter what, Lin Xuan's bloodline level was higher than his, and he and Zhao Hao knew very well how much a high-level bloodline's transformation could improve the body when breaking through to the mystic-rank.
Furthermore, he saw traces of bloodline equipment and bloodline baptism on Lin Xuan's body.
'Isn't Lin Xuan from a humble class? Where did he get the resources to undergo the bloodline baptism?
