Although the blood iron was not fully formed, its strength far exceeded that of ordinary refined iron.
He was only one step away from turning it into real blood iron.
Coupled with the support of the array, even a Peak Rank-2 powerhouse's full-strength attack would find it difficult to leave a mark on it.
At this moment, Wang Ming was charging left and right in the practice field with a steel spear in his hand.
His strength had already reached the peak of the Blood Transformation Realm. When he circulated his martial arts, his blood essence surged like a furnace, causing those who approached him to feel a trace of heat.
There were more than 20 clansmen surnamed Wang standing around the martial arts practice field. The weakest among them was a rank-one martial artist.
"Break!"
Wang Ming roared.
He moved forward quickly. As he moved forward, he instantly exerted strength and stabbed his spear into the air.
In the next moment, the phantom of a long spear actually separated from the steel spear in his hand.
The shadow tore through the air with a sharp whistle and fiercely chiseled into a target made of iron essence dozens of meters away, leaving a sinister-looking hole the size of a washbasin on it.
However, looking at the target in the distance that was almost out of shape.
Wang Ming sighed and shook his head.
"Vitality is still not condensed enough. I wonder when I'll be able to break through to Rank-3.
The Qin country's pool of water was still too shallow, unable to find any decent opponents.
Maybe I have to go out and explore before I can find the opportunity to break through, or…"
Suddenly thinking of something, Wang Ming quivered. His expression became alert, and his voice stopped abruptly.
He swept his gaze over the clan members around the martial arts arena and saw that they did not notice his muttering.
With a light tap of his toes, he leaped to the edge of the martial arts field.
He looked at a few armored generals and asked,"
"Is there any news from the camp? What did that kid do inside?”
The leader of the group, a thin middle-aged man, cupped his fists and said,
"There's no news yet, but nephew found something else.”
"What?"
Wang Ming raised his eyebrows slightly.
This nephew of his had average strength, but he was quick-witted, unlike the other brawny boors.
Furthermore, he had a special talent and was one of the few clansmen he relied on the most.
The thin middle-aged man pondered for a moment and organized his words.
"There might be cultivators around Jiang Chen. No, it's not a maybe. There must be cultivators.
Not long ago, when he had just entered the military camp, his nephew had wanted to investigate and cause him some trouble.
However, when I was about three to four kilometers away from the military camp, I felt a will lock onto me.
This intent was extremely powerful. He thought that I didn't notice it and was spying on me without any restraint.
However, Uncle should know that there is something special about my nephew. I actually sensed it at the first moment.
However, he pretended not to find anything and only left his exploration range after reaching a fork in the road.
I'm too weak to deduce his realm.
However, that thought had at least Rank-2 cultivation, and it was a cultivator who specialized in the Dao of the Divine Soul.”
"Interesting. No wonder he was so unscrupulous and dared to touch the foundation of our clan.
Unfortunately, cultivators of the divine soul could only pose a threat to martial artists of the same realm after reaching the Third Stage.
Martial artists below Rank-3 were invincible in the same realm.”
Wang Ming narrowed his eyes, a sharp light shooting out of his pupils.
In the blink of an eye, he smiled sinisterly, revealing an extremely bloodthirsty and cruel expression.
He muttered,"
"It just so happens that my blood spear is about to take shape. Although the physical body of a cultivator who cultivates the divine soul is only ordinary, it can be considered useful.
As for Jiang Chen, although he did not have any cultivation, as the bloodline of the monarch, his flesh and blood should have some special characteristics, right?
I'll leave first. Get another group of people in. These blood iron will be ready soon.
Also, how many times have I said it before? I don't remember at all. This time, don't let them die too easily.
The lack of resentment in his blood would slow down the formation of the blood iron. He had already been urged several times.”
After Wang Ming finished speaking, he left the training field without looking back.
Behind him, more than 20 warriors surnamed Wang started to move in different directions.
Their movements were extremely skilled, familiar, and well-coordinated, as if they had done it countless times.
Some people placed spirit stones in some holes at the edge of the drill ground.
Someone entered the back courtyard and used a long whip to drive out batch after batch of slaves.
Some people picked up some black boxes from the surroundings and poured weapons onto the ground of the martial arts practice field.
Not long after, the surface of the so-called martial arts field actually lit up with a large number of blood-colored strange runes.
The ground was smooth and flat, but these strange runes seemed to be deeply embedded in it, emitting an evil light.
When thousands of slaves were scattered on the training field.
At the front, an armored man shouted,"
"Everyone here, listen up. Only one of you will survive. The last person standing here will be taken in as a disciple by the Great General and will be given a cultivation technique.
There are all kinds of weapons on the ground. Now, please start the party, haha.”
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