Power surged from Qin Huai's heart, spreading to every part of his body. The abrupt increase in his vitality left him astounded.
With his current level and physical strength, a regular blood essence soup could not enhance his power — only the vitality pill had some effect. The result of his recent punch was surprisingly similar to the effects of several qi and blood pills, which delighted Qin Huai.
"Little brat, what are you staring at?" A voice laced with murderous intent echoed in Qin Huai's ears. But a fist arrived before the sound did.
The fist was heavy, but a phantom spear cut through it. This thick spear, winding around Qin Huai's arm like a python, reminded him of Mou Jinfu's cultivation technique. The two likely had some connection.
However, this python was even thicker and stronger. Its fierce strangling force made the veins on Qin Huai's arms bulge out. The sharp tip of the spear penetrated his skin, sparking and causing blood to spurt out.
