But when Chu Feng concentrated on introducing the power of blood.

The old man looked at Chu Feng and shook his head.

"What's the rush for, little brat?"

"I haven't finished speaking yet."

"The power of my bloodline is not weak. Within one stick of incense, if you cannot bear it, your spirit will collapse and your body will explode and die."

The old man said.

But Chu Feng could no longer hear his words.

"That's all, I'll let you feel what talent is!!!"

After saying this, the old man projected the power of his blood into the item.

Originally, Chu Feng couldn't feel anything strange. Even if he projected the power of his blood into the item, he couldn't feel any changes.

But suddenly, Chu Feng frowned, and even his heartbeat became extremely fast.

Chu Feng felt an extremely terrifying force covering himself.

That sense of oppression made it difficult for Chu Feng to breathe.
Chapter completed!