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"Bloodline...bloodline..."Qian Wuqing clenched his fists firmly. In the outsiders’ point view, bloodline warriors were grand and glorious, but only they themselves knew how reliant they were on the awakening. While few of them could break through the limitations of bloodline power awakening to rise up to another level. Seen from this perspective, Qian Wutian was lucky, as he was bestowed with better talents.

"You have to defeat Qian Jin so as to pay back the insult. That is why I hurt him severely."

"Hurt him severely?" Qian Wuqing uttered a sneer, saying to himself that at least Qian Jin was able to stand, but you, my father, are now lying on a bed.

"Latent Thunder. I smashed the warrior power sequence of Latent Thunder, the long-lost divine-level fighting technique." A rarely-seen light of pride was flashing out of Qian Chenyu’s eyes, covering up all his feebleness arisen from his wounds. "You should have heard of [Latent Thunder], haven’t you? I once accidentally came across some ruins and saw Kelis’ skeleton, the inventor of Latent Thunder. From his remains, I learned this unique fighting technique. While after coming back, I didn’t tell anybody in our family about it but kept it secret. I did all this for you, my son."

Qian Wuqing’s sneer paused as he looked at his father who he thought was useless since he was young.

"You are young, so there are a lot of rules provided in the Qian Family and hidden laws in the warrior circle that you do not know." Qian Chenyu raised his fractured arm with great efforts to feel Qian Wuqing’s cheek softly. "You know what? To some certain extent, the Warrior-Heart could be passed down throughout the generations, yet the requirements for such inheritance are high..."

Qian Wuqing looked at Qian Chenyu bemusedly, feeling the hot touch from his father, and then shook his head slightly. To others, the inheriting of Warrior-Heart might be a secret, but to him, it was not.

The so-called Warrior-Heart inheritance was the bequeathing of the Warrior-Heart from a warrior to another with whom the provider was in close kinship with. Moreover, the provider must be the golden time of his middle age, whereas, if there was deterioration in health, it wouldn’t succeed.

The provider would pass away in three years, regardless of the sturdiness of his body and whatever potion that might be used on him.

While the beneficiary might not acquire the Warrior-Heart. Sometimes they would just get provoked by the Warrior-Heart to accumulate more warrior power. In other cases, they might inherit the Warrior-Heart whose power had been reduced somewhat. For example, the provider might be a Level 9 Demon Slayer, but inheritor would only become a Level 1 or 2 Demon Slayer.

The luckiest ones could acquire a Warrior Heart with a complete sequencing of the fighting techniques.

"My son, I won’t make any achievements in my life anymore." Qian Chenyu suddenly poked out two fingers and stabbed the back neck of Qian Wuqing, knocking him into a coma swiftly.

"I won’t make any progress in strength. I know that you feel aggrieved for not being Qian Chenfeng’s son to inherit his blood and genes. Born as my son, your times of awakening will be largely confined."

Qian Chenyu propped up on the bed with his broken arms in great pain and felt for Qian Wuqing. "My son, as a useless father, I feel sorry for you. I have limited possessions to be inherited to you, but I’m willing to sacrifice everything for you, including my life. You will become a truly powerful person and by that time you do not need to feel self-abased for having such a useless man as your father..."

"When you wake up, I will impart the essences of Latent Thunder to you, to be used as trump cards during your fight with Qian Wutian and Qian Wushan..."

A strand of strong warrior power started to spring up from the severely wounded Qian Chenyu in the spacious room...

Clop... clop... clop... clop... clop... clop...

A continuous clip-clop produced by the horse hooves clashing with the ground came as Qian Jin was lying on the cotton mat in the jolting carriage. Each time he felt the trembling, the power of Latent Thunder inside him would suffer a boom.

Over the past short while, Qian Jin’s energy connections had suffered severe damages, though having not by now broken diametrically. The other organs of his body had also undergone injuries of different levels. But the way to suppress it was still nowhere to be found.

As its name suggested, each time Latent Thunder exploded, it would bring about a strand of force as strong as thunder.

Was it not for the years of practice taking the Volcano Potion, the self-recovering abilities of the Wind and Cloud Warrior Power and the thorough absorption of Wind and Cloud Golden Body......

He would have already been killed even if he was provided nine lives. The fighting technique of Latent Thunder was really horrific. It didn’t torture the sufferer to death in one shot. Each time the sufferer trembled his body, the Latent Thunder fighting technique would burst out, causing a heavy loss of power to the opposing side in the fight.

The creator of this fighting technique...must be a psychopath. Qian Jin wanted to cry out in pain but he couldn’t utter any noise. He had to curse the lunatic creator’s luck silently.

The Ancient Desert Sea was so mysterious that Lucifer Lucy didn’t dare get into it without deliberation. She had to search for the passage she went through last time.

A harsh clip-clop came from the other side of the road. Squinting amidst the glowing sun, Duren Burg gradually twisted his eyebrows when he recognized the rushing people. Were they from the Pam Family? Why were they here?

As the two sides got closer, the Pam members riding on the horses suddenly jumped down, knelt down on one leg, raised their heads and said, "Respected leader, the highness emperor issued an imperial edict, and the great elder asked you to come back and take the edict."

"The imperial edict?" Pam Honzi rolled up the curtain of the carriage and put on a slightly puzzled face. Seldom did the Zence Royal Family send an imperial edict to the bloodline warrior families, except when the Demons started a large-scale war with the Zence Empire or when their country decided to declare war against the Demons.

"Yes, my leader." The Pam members kept the kneeling posture and said without raising their heads, "The great elder said that this imperial edict was exclusively made for you by the emperor, so you are the only qualified one to take the order."

"I see."

Pam Honzi jumped out of the carriage and flicked away the dust on his robe. It was improper to keep the royal messengers waiting long. Yet as to Qian Jin’s wounds, he could be of help to a certain extent, though he wasn’t capable of expelling the influences of Latent Thunder Fighting Technique from the root.

"Let’s make it this way." Pam Honzi turned back to look at Duren Burg. "Boy, take him to the Ancient Desert Sea to try his luck. If it still doesn’t work, take him to the Pam Family immediately, while I will try searching for possible solutions."

Duren Burg nodded his head, whipped the horse and set off forging ahead rapidly. To save Qian Jin’s life was a race against the clock and all unnecessary grandiloquence was just a waste of time.

As the carriage kept rushing rapidly with a heavy jolting sound, Lucifer Lucy found an undisturbed place to conjure her Fallen Angel Bloodline Battle Form to open her warrior dimension. She then took out the magic scroll of Pain-Killing Spell and threw it at Qian Jin.

To cultivate into a warrior and mage dual master wasn’t only the privilege of Elf-king Bloodline Warriors. The Fallen Angel Bloodline Warriors also had great talent in this regard.

"Here it is." Duren Burg threw away the horsewhip, tethered the reins and pulled open the carriage door. After placing Qian Jin on the back of Cech Flet, who had already activated the Fallen Angel Battle Form. Fe and his fellow friends hurried towards the Ancient Desert Sea.

Hurry up.

Their shadows rushed at full speed in the boundless Ancient Desert Sea. They didn’t have the same vigilance they did last time when they felt dreadful of the high-level demon beasts which might haunt the rims of the Sea at any time.

The huge ore mine was constantly towering in the immense golden sand, while the ranges of the mountain had already been covered by sand. Was it not for his knowledge of the location of this peak, Duren Burg thought he would easily overlook this ore mount clad with sand.

Puff. The moment Qian Jin was placed on the sandy ground, he threw up a mouthful of blood, which eventually turned him back to normal. The familiar temperature, the familiar environment, and the familiar dry feeling. Everything was more than familiar and comfortable for him.

Warrior dimension, open for me. Qian Jin managed to hold back another mouthful of blood and threw out the Jiuyang Flame Iron, which was as burning hot as to turn anyone who touched it into ashes from the warrior dimension. Then Latent Thunder blew up again, making Qian Jin slump into a coma again.

Whether it was Latent Thunder or some other fighting techniques, it was the product of a Level 9 Demon Slayer Qian Chenyu. Qian Jin thought to himself. Given his present state, Qian Jin was afraid that entering the endless world to look for Uncle Adams would be of no help, while Eulalia’s mystic potion carried too strong medicinal effects. Neither proved to be a good option.

The most troublesome thing about Latent Thunder lied in its hiddenness. Things would turn out better if he could find out its specific location.

Wouldn’t this Latent Thunder, which had gotten rid of the control of Qian Chenyu, have a ceiling?

As it became hotter and hotter, Qian Jin felt that he seemed to have been thrown into a big iron furnace with sand covering his body. He felt as if he was receiving a message.

It ought to have been buried, Qian Jin thought. Jiuyang Flame Iron should also have been placed somewhere deep below.

"Is Qian Jin okay?"

Gazing at the piling sand with a worried look, Duren Burg asked Cech Flet a little nervously. Latent Thunder was a mighty tool with which a pseudo-saint warrior defeated a saint demon warrior.

Qian Chenyu was above Qian Jin in overall strength. Now that Latent Thunder could be exploited to kill someone who was of a higher level than the user himself, it was very likely to be even more severe when used on a weaker person. Qian Jin had survived for this long all thanks to his unimaginable sturdiness, which might rival a Behemoth Bloodline Warrior of the Barbarians in respect of physical tenacity, if not stronger than one.

Shaking off the bounds of Qian Jin and his warrior dimension, Jiuyang Flame Iron began exuding its heat after initially absorbing the heat from the surrounding golden sand.

Okay. Great. Give me more... Qian Jin made great efforts to adjust his breath and activate the Wind and Cloud Golden Body. After years of living in Four Seasons Valley, he had been accustomed to the exercise of transferring the heat into his body.