No wonder Ming Tian suddenly had such a significant increase in his cultivation level and incessant surges of a ferocious beast's aura were emerging from his body.
He must have used some sort of vile Ninja Clan secret technique on himself.
This guy is really brutal, huh? To become stronger, he really resorts to any means necessary, sparing not even himself.
"Half-beast, huh? Truly foolish!"
Ling Xiao sneered, "The use of the Martial Soul has been the optimal method for humans to draw upon external powers, tested and proven in countless battles over a hundred thousand years ago. Yet you choose to lose your humanity for a quick power gain, truly ludicrous."
"Laugh or not, it doesn't matter, because you'll never catch up to me again,"
Ming Tian said indifferently.
"That's not necessarily so!"
"Then let's get started."
Ming Tian glanced over at the barrier. The wall of flames had not yet extinguished, so the Mad Blood Grass surely wouldn't dare to approach.
