C12 Bloodline Suppression

Over the past ten days, Qin Ming had absorbed ten Low Grade Beast Blood Pills, along with twenty Mix Pills from Qin Hu and Qin Hai, breaking through to the Fourth Phase of the Spirit Founding Stage. His strength soared to an impressive five thousand Jin, and his Azure Dragon Bloodline shone with increasing brilliance and refinement.

Typically, a warrior at the Fourth Phase of the Spirit Founding Stage would possess only about two thousand Jin of energy.

"Don't be afraid. He's merely one person," Qin Wu urged, his voice laced with urgency as he rallied the disciples to stand their ground.

The disciples exchanged uncertain glances, but spurred on by Qin Wu's coaxing, they once again ascended the platform to face Qin Ming.

In a worried tone, Qin Darui asked, "Mr. Hao, what's our move?"

The alchemists were known for their solidarity. The disciples turned their expectant eyes to Qin Hao, ready to surge forward as one.

It was well known that Qin Hao was a prodigious talent capable of crafting Beast Blood Pills, and despite his genius, he showed Qin Ming nothing but respect. They had come to see Qin Ming as an integral part of their Pill Refining Division.

With a composed demeanor, Qin Hao advised, "Let's not hurry. We'll wait a bit longer."

He had kept quiet about Qin Ming's ability to refine Low Grade Beast Blood Pills, leaving the family in the dark about this development.

On the platform, Qin Ming surveyed his surroundings with a commanding presence, his entire bloodline ablaze with power.

The challenger Qin Ming had previously defeated returned to the platform. Each contender had three opportunities to challenge him, and he was prepared to face over a thousand such contests.

Such relentless challenges would overwhelm any disciple or family official. Even someone with Qin Ming's exceptional constitution could not be expected to endure indefinitely.

Qin Ming consecutively bested over a dozen challengers on the platform, yet his victories did nothing to deter the eager disciples. They clamored to take their turn in the arena.

"If you're all so eager to remain on the platform, then stay there," Qin Ming declared, his patience exhausted.

Unleashing his full might, the Power of the Azure Dragon at the Fourth Phase of the Spirit Founding Stage thundered forth, instantly rendering a disciple unconscious.

The fallen disciple lay on the platform, convulsing and foaming at the mouth, a sight that was truly horrifying.

The spectacle had truly stunned all the disciples.

Some even leaped from the platform, retreating incessantly, fear evident in their eyes.

The Supreme Purity Pill Heart contained not only meticulous records of various spiritual herbs but also research on martial artists' bloodlines. It was this knowledge that Qin Ming exploited to render a disciple unconscious.

On the Fang State Continent, alchemists were not just adept at pill concoction; they were also skilled in developing specialized combat techniques based on bloodlines and even had methods to unlock latent potential. These skills were collectively known as Pills Techniques.

Indeed, a top-tier alchemist was also a formidable warrior.

Chu Tianyang was once the pinnacle of alchemists. His creation, the Supreme Purity Pill Heart, drove every alchemist to frenzy. Its value was comparable to the ten greatest heavenly martial skills.

"What are you scared of? Are you going to let this traitor, who has slain his own kin, roam free? Those who break our clan's laws must be executed."

Qin Wu was inwardly frantic, yet his voice remained composed. He understood that he was the backbone for the disciples; if he lost his composure, he wouldn't be able to steady their spirits.

Qin Wu also regretted being the first to step onto the platform. If he stepped down now, he would lose his right to compete; otherwise, he would have personally dealt with Qin Ming long ago.

"Those who break the clan's laws must be executed," Qin Feng bellowed maniacally.

The disciples' morale seemed to catch fire. They were no longer fearful.

"Who has violated the clan's rules? Enough talk. Today, I'll awaken you all from your ignorance," Qin Ming declared icily.

Hundreds of clan disciples were oblivious to the facts, having been misled by Zhou Wen. They were genuinely uninformed.

Qin Hu had attempted to harm him but ended up slain by his own plot. The facts had been twisted, and Qin Ming had no desire to explain. Without witnesses, any further explanation would be dismissed as a vain attempt to justify himself.

These disciples were merely at the early stages of the Spirit Founding Stage. Each of Qin Ming's strikes was decisive, quickly overpowering his opponents. In an instant, the platform was a harrowing blend of blood and cries.

In a mere fifteen minutes, the arena was strewn with over thirty fallen disciples, creating a human landscape of defeat.

Qin Ming stood atop this mound of vanquished foes, an imposing figure drenched in crimson, instilling awe in the hearts of all who beheld him.

"Whoever can subdue Qin Ming will receive the Body Tempering Pill I've earned," Qin Wu declared, his voice booming over the crowd as they retreated in fear.

The Body Tempering Pill, a premier elixir for those in the Spirit Founding Stage to enhance their physicality, was a coveted prize for the competition's top three, its value immeasurable.

Enhanced physicality not only bolstered the body's resilience and resistance to blows but also accelerated the speed of bloodline condensation. This process depended largely on the meridians' capacity to endure; the more robust the physique, the swifter the condensation.

To say a single Body Tempering Pill could rival the efficacy of over a hundred Beast Blood Pills was no hyperbole.

As expected.

The moment Qin Wu's challenge rang out, the disciples' eyes blazed with fervor, their excitement palpable, as if adrenaline coursed through their veins. For many, the Body Tempering Pill was a luxury beyond their wildest dreams.

Even the Fourth Phase of Spirit Founding Stage disciples, previously mere spectators, felt the pull of temptation. Yet, recognizing Qin Ming's formidable prowess, they hesitated, opting to bide their time.

Qin Wu's promise was taken as gospel; the consensus was that he would undoubtedly clinch the competition's top spot, and with it, the Body Tempering Pill.

The chance to seize such a prize now dangled before them; defeating Qin Ming was the key to claiming the Body Tempering Pill.

Several disciples, caught up in the moment, converged on Qin Ming without a second thought for strategy.

Qin Ming, with a commanding sweep of his hand and a glint in his eye, seemed to channel the might of an ancient behemoth, his body enveloped in a dense Blood Qi.

Radiating from Qin Ming, an overwhelming Blood Qi enveloped the area, causing the Blood Qi of those of a lower realm to scatter as if caught in a tempest.

"This is the suppression of a bloodline, the mark of an Archean Strange Beast," Qin Shan exclaimed, rising to his feet, electrified by the spectacle.

Against lesser adversaries, the bloodline of an Archean Strange Beast could dominate that of an Eoid Strange Beast, effectively crippling the enemy's full potential.

"Qin Ming actually possesses another Archean Strange Beast bloodline within him!" A glint of malice flickered in Qin De's eyes.

After half an hour, the arena was packed once again.

Qin Ming had toppled over sixty disciples onto the arena floor, their cries of agony filling the air.

His chest rose and fell with intense force, his breath growing erratic.

Having defeated over sixty opponents, most of whom were at the Second Phase of the Spirit Founding Stage, the physical and mental toll on Qin Ming was substantial.

"He's nearly spent. Whoever takes him down will claim the Body Tempering Pill for themselves." Qin Wu continued to incite the onlookers.