Level Up in Martial World

In the blink of an eye, Lu Zhen vanished from his sight, and the soldiers blocking Qian Li\'s path were reduced to nothing but blood mist in an instant.

All Qian Li could see was a colossal fist, radiating an overwhelming aura of power that made every fibre of his being quake in fear.

And then, darkness enveloped him.

"Was he a high-ranking commander?" Lu Zhen mused casually, wiping his hand clean of the blood.

"However, the war isn\'t over yet," he continued, a slight frown creasing his brow.

Still surrounded by many second-stage martial artists, Lu Zhen\'s crimson eyes flickered as he sensed their presence. "More than nine hundred," he muttered under his breath, assessing the situation with his terrifying mental energy and five senses.

This was the reason why the army was so terrifying.

There were too many second-stage martial artists!

Although their strength seemed to be very weak compared to even an ordinary martial artist, with the sheer number of these people, even a first-stage martial artist would be exhausted to death.

That is why Feng was so confident in the death army. Even if some variables happened and they lost most of the troops, even if there was a first-stage martial artist hiding in the city, with the might of these second-stage martial artists, they would be exhausted to death.

These thoughts flashed in Lu Zhen\'s mind instantly while still swinging his hand with the principles of the saber, killing thousands of soldiers in just a breath of time.

Suddenly, he felt the aura of countless second-stage martial artists flare up, all targeting him.

Even an ant could beat an elephant if their number is high enough. The combined strength of the second-stage martial artist was extremely oppressive, even greater than Lu Zhen\'s aura.

"Hoh," Lu Zhen took a deep breath as he rapidly retreated without even looking back, jumping high from the ground, almost flying.

"He is escaping! Catch him!"

As the voice fell, at least a hundred second-stage martial artists followed him instantly, closely trailing him.

A sneer appeared on Lu Zhen\'s face.

"You can\'t beat me with numbers." He suddenly turned around and took out the demonic bow, instantly the demonic Qi in his dantian materialised as an arrow between the bow of Lu Zhen.

Lu Zhen casually released the string, "boom!" The void seemed to tremble with the sheer force, and the terrifying heat it produced caused the air to distort.

Every second-stage martial artist felt a sense of crisis from the arrow.

Before one of the second-stage martial artists could even react, he was swiftly penetrated by the demonic arrow with a large gaping hole in his chest.

However, the momentum of the arrow slowed down, targeting the other second-stage martial artist.

In an instant, ten second-stage martial artists died, but at the same time, the demonic bow lost its power, dissipating in thin air.

Lu Zhen looked at this with a little disappointment; however, he felt it was natural since his demonic cultivation could be comparable to the second-stage martial realm.

But now, even more, the aura of a second-stage martial artist erupted, all converging towards him.

"Fuck."

With the terrifying aura of more than nine hundred second-stage martial artists erupting, Lu Zhen constantly retreated.

From every direction, he felt an invisible pressure that was squeezing his internal organs.

A small sweat dropped from Lu Zhen\'s temples.

"If my body wasn\'t strong enough, I might really be squashed to death with the terrifying aura from all these second-stage martial artists."

However, he wasn\'t given much chance to act at all as in front of his vision, the wind blew, and the temperature started to rise.

Lu Zhen\'s crimson eyes widened as he observed the countless combat arts aimed at him.

The earth quaked in their presence, and the clouds cleared; whether they were his soldiers or the enemy soldiers, all were reduced to dust in the face of the countless rays of light.

At this moment, more than nine hundred second-stage martial artists, using all of their Qi, unleashed a barrage of combat arts, all aimed at Lu Zhen.

"Shit," Lu Zhen cursed as he rapidly retreated, his speed increasing to a terrifying degree, making his figure blurry.

However, seeing the attacks travelling a hundred metres in just a breath, while his own speed was half of it, Lu Zhen knew he couldn\'t escape. So, he decisively turned back.

"I didn\'t want to do this, but since you forced me to," Lu Zhen\'s cold voice echoed across the battlefield as he closed his eyes, instantly tapping into his bloodline.

Dum!

Dum!

Dum!

The loud sound of the heartbeat echoed across the battlefield.

Everyone seemed to freeze in place, whether it was the death army or Lu Zhen\'s army, their gaze instantly went towards Lu Zhen\'s tall stature as he was about to be skewered with countless combat arts.

"Lu Zhen," Xia Mei looked worried, and his other women were also a little concerned for him.

However, their attention wasn\'t on the combat arts, but on Lu Zhen himself.

Everyone felt a deep, instinctive fear emanating from him, as if Lu Zhen was a god and deep down from their soul they all wanted to pray towards him.

This was a difference in the level of life!

Lu Zhen felt the world slow down around him, even with his eyes closed, as he tapped into his bloodline, now a combination of the true Elfen bloodline and the bloodline of Vulgrith.

He could feel strength coursing through every fibre of his being, strangely tamed unlike when Lu Zhen had first tapped into the Vulgrith bloodline. He felt his consciousness elevate as well with the activation of the bloodline.

Lu Zhen\'s long hair, a mixture of black and gold, fluttered in the wind as his muscles expanded instantly, reaching the height of fifteen feet and still growing his muscle pulsing.