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"Who won?"
The crowd looked towards the figure that was sent flying.
This figure had flown out for a few hundred meters before it managed to stop midair with difficulty, holding a silver spear, as fresh red blood flowed down the shaft of the spear.
Like a ferocious blood-red little snake, it coiled around the spear.
Drip drop, drip drop!
The blood fell, crystal clear, like rubies, emanating a powerful and pure energy.
Practitioners at the Dharma Manifestation Realm had already harnessed a force of heaven and earth, using the Dharma Manifestation as the core to turn their bodies into a mini-universe of sorts with the element of Qi circulating on its own.
At every moment, they were transforming their flesh and bodies.
Allowing their bodies to continuously evolve.
Becoming increasingly powerful.
Their every drop of blood was a panacea, which, if consumed by mortals, could prolong life.
And this figure...
Was none other than the illustrious General Sun Yao.
