The remnant shadow of Alaya slowly dissipated, and she reappeared with a cruel, cold smile at the corner of her mouth: "Qin Tian, this is the outco of provoking the Holy Blood Clan. Under the Rakshasa Ghost Sword, you..."
Before she finished speaking, a sudden sharp pain spread throughout Alaya’s body.
Before she could react, several wounds burst open on her body with a "puff, puff, puff," ripping deep gashes to the bone on her arm, abdon, cheek, and even on her dark green wings. Blood instantly soaked her leather armor, leaving her in extre disarray.
She spewed a large mouthful of black blood, her aura plumting like a kite with a broken string, her eyes full of shock and confusion—she hadn’t seen Qin Tian make a move, how could she be suddenly injured?
Alaya gritted her teeth against the intense pain, raising her head to look at Qin Tian, and her pupils contracted sharply to a pinpoint—she saw that the previously bloodied Qin Tian’s wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The torn muscles regrew, and the gaping wounds gradually closed. In just two breaths, he was restored as if the deadly injuries had never occurred, except for his tattered and blood-stained attire.
"No... impossible!" Alaya scread in disbelief, her voice filled with incredulity, "How can you... have such powerful recovery abilities!"
She had already witnessed Qin Tian’s speed and originally thought his bloodline ability was related to speed, yet the sight before her completely overturned her understanding.
Just now, the [Rakshasa Ghost Sword] had clearly pierced Qin Tian’s heart and vital points. Typically, even a Tier Seven expert would have perished on the spot. Yet Qin Tian not only survived but healed within two breaths, his recovery power no less than the Asura Battle Physique that the Luoho Clan’s male mbers prided themselves on!
"What bloodline could he possibly have?"
In the brief span of a few minutes of battle, this question churned in Alaya’s mind multiple tis.
She racked her brains, recalling all known bloodline lineages of the Empire—regardless of whether they were the Nine Great Holy Bloods or those top-notch Golden Bloodlines, none had ever possessed "extre speed," "spatial control," "ntal immunity," "terrifying recovery," and that strange "reflective damage" all at once. This comprehensive array of abilities was simply beyond her comprehension.
If she hadn’t been so sure that the Empire only had Nine Great Holy Bloods, she would have suspected that Qin Tian had awakened a tenth, unseen Holy Blood!
Qin Tian ignored Alaya’s shock, his gaze falling on the blood-colored longsword in her hand. A slight tremor rose in his heart as he murmured softly, "Rakshasa Ghost Sword... the Holy Blood Martial Techniques are indeed extraordinary."
He had long heard that every Holy Blood Clan had its exclusive Holy Blood Martial Techniques—these techniques not only wielded power beyond the golden level but also perfectly synergized with their bloodline. Having been refined and improved by generations of Holy Blood geniuses, their power continuously surpassed their limits, far beyond what ordinary Martial Techniques could achieve.
That sword strike just now was a true lesson—it was so fast it breached his reaction limits, and the annihilating Evil Qi carried by the sword bypassed defenses, putting him in a near-death state, forcing the Immortal Battle Body to automatically trigger "Immortal Resurrection."
This ant his health had dropped below 20% just monts away from death.
"In comparison, my"Celestial Punishnt Nine Strikes"is indeed insufficient."
Qin Tian pondered secretly.
This Silver Level Sword Technique had helped him win countless battles. Still, when faced with Holy Blood Martial Techniques, the difference beca glaring—whether in speed, power, or intricacy, they were completely on another level.
"After this battle, I must imdiately exchange for a Golden Level Sword Technique."
Qin Tian made up his mind.
Before now, he relied on the advantages of nurous bloodline talents to easily defeat all enemies, so he sowhat overlooked the importance of Martial Techniques.
But now, facing a true Holy Blood descendant, he realized Silver Level Martial Techniques could no longer support high-tier combat. Even if Golden Level Sword Techniques couldn’t match Holy Blood Martial Techniques, they could at least narrow the gap and prevent him from being thoroughly overwheld in techniques.
Qin Tian looked at Alaya; the Tier Seven Holy Blood was indeed formidable. However, his powerful reflective damage happened to counter such strong but fragile agility-type opponents.
Alaya’s strike heavily injured him, yet simultaneously, the reflective shock from the tortoise shell caused considerable damage to her as well.
Now, the combination of reflective damage and strong recovery beca one of his key tactics against Tier Seven experts, although this thod of fighting made him appear quite miserable, his opponent inevitably suffered heavier injuries.
After hundreds of moves exchanged, Qin Tian had already gauged the combat prowess of Tier Seven Holy Blood.
Admittedly, the Holy Blood was indeed terrifying.
Although he seed unfazed and even managed to make Alaya suffer with a Tier Six against a Tier Seven, let’s not forget he possessed dozens of talents, including three major Holy Blood talents, and this battle was occurring at night.
Even so, he was gravely injured by Alaya’s Holy Blood Martial Technique; if not for the Immortal Battle Body’s resurrection, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
This made evident why the Nine Great Holy Bloods could dominate the Empire for thousands of years; their reputation was well-earned.
A single Holy Blood Martial Technique aligned with their bloodlines was enough to leave ordinary talents in the dust, not to ntion the terrifying potential inherent in the Holy Blood itself.
However, after discerning the Rakshasa’s details, this battle was nearing its end.
Qin Tian gazed at Alaya, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.
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