A bright red drop of blood appeared on his finger’s tip right away. Not wanting to dirty his clothes, Bei Feng flicked his hand, causing the drop of blood to fly off. As though it were carried by the hands of fate, the drop of blood soared through the air before finally landing on the mouth of the well.
In their group, they had 7 Blessed. There were 5 Blessed Rank E and 2 Blessed Rank D: the Rank D being Harry and Wendy (the girl who wanted to talk to Noah because he was handsome, but gave up after finding out how weak he was).
"It seems the advance to Tier 8 has increased my battle capabilities exponentially. I'm even able to emit my pure battle intent as a weapon now. I should be ready to resume that quest. Never would I have thought that I'd advance so far within «World's Destiny: Redemption» yet even then it feels as if I've barely scratched the surface," stated Xerakrid as he released a cold smirk.
This sort of feeling made Ling Tian reminisce about his past self. It was just like an opium addict of decades whom, after stopping for a month, lighted up a stick for a smoke. This sort of feeling was… as though he had lost all strength and even his spirit felt weightless, beginning to float upwards and away...
Chang Yun watched as Wang Ling started wearing the normal scholarly robe. He watched him dress neatly and as soon as he managed to cover his lower half, Chang Yun could not help but remember the large package Wang Ling carried.
The square-faced fatso smiled, slightly bashful. He didn't dare to tell Yun Sheng that he had even considered kneeling and calling him "daddy." If he did, Yun Sheng would probably beat him to death.