"The world of the strong..."
Jing Qiu whispered softly.
This is probably the true essence of a blood battle.
The All Saints have never restricted each other's actions, merely considering the overall situation and their own interests.
The intentions of Ancestor Shouzhen and others were merely to warn the All Saints, lest the situation descend into utter chaos.
"This true essence of the blood battle might suit me well, but extracting Dao Rhyme in this way, isn't it akin to pulling the young seedlings to help them grow, or over-fertilizing?"
Jing Qiu mumbled to himself, not in disgust, but with some concern.
Until now, all the True Saint level powerhouses he encountered have warned him of the impending disaster.
Clearly, these strong ones have sensed the imminent great storm creeping upon them.
So, he must seize the opportunity to grow quickly.
Fostering battle through battle is not a problem, but one must not drink poison to quench thirst.
