Chapter 36

Qin Wentian turned back and saw Fan Le leaping and running on the trees, his movements still as agile as ever.

"Amazing," Qin Wentian smiled at Fan Le.

Fan Le steadied himself and once again drew his bow to a full moon, with three arrows on the string.

"Fatso, I'm a genius," Fan Le grinned. Qin Wentian had to admit that this sleazy fatso was indeed a genius.

"You'd better not meddle in other people's affairs, or you'll die a miserable death," Oufeng glared at Fan Le on the tree, his eyes filled with viciousness.

"Deal with the one next to him first," Fan Le grinned again, as if he hadn't heard Oufeng's words. Qin Wentian nodded and immediately focused his gaze on the youth next to Oufeng, his eyes cold.

The moment Fan Le's words fell, the three arrows shot through the air, transforming into three sharp swords, heading straight for Oufeng. As the arrows pierced the air, Fan Le's hand once again drew three more arrows from his back, his movements incredibly skilled. This time, a star soul of an arrow appeared behind him, shining brightly.

The star river in the nine heavens, with countless stars, all of which could be martial destiny stars. Any martial destiny star could exist, and Fan Le's star soul was formed by communicating with a crescent-shaped bow star.

At this moment, the arrows in Fan Le's hand were imbued with starlight and shot out again.

Qin Wentian was already clashing with another person. Both of them released their star souls; the Heavenly Hammer Star was dazzling, while the other's star soul was an ice mountain, standing firm. Each attack was extremely cold.

"Bang!" When the two clashed again, Qin Wentian felt a cold force penetrate his body, trying to freeze his star meridians. The other person's arm went numb from the impact. Qin Wentian, with his eighth level Body Tempering strength, was incredibly powerful.

"What's happening?" Suddenly, Qin Wentian furrowed his brow, sensing a terrifying demonic aura approaching.

"There's a pack of demonic wolves, Qin Wentian, let's hunt them," Fan Le's expression turned serious. This time, he abandoned his homemade arrows and used star power as arrows, shooting toward Qin Wentian's opponent, blocking his retreat.

"Rumble!" The star power in Qin Wentian's body became wild, surging through his star meridians like a tide. He roared, his hair flying, ready to slaughter everything.

The youth in front of him turned pale as an arrow descended from above. He condensed two ice spears in his hands, thrusting them upward and forward.

"Die!" Qin Wentian roared, his immense strength shattering the spears, moving forward without hesitation, ignoring the pain in his fists. The terrifying force sent the youth flying back, and a star arrow pierced his head, pinning him to the ground.

Oufeng witnessed his companion's death but was blocked by Fan Le's rapid-fire arrows. Although the arrows weren't very powerful, their control was terrifying and could change direction, making them impossible to defend against.

At this moment, a terrifying demonic aura rushed toward them. Qin Wentian looked ahead and saw a pack of demonic wolves charging, forming a terrifying wave of beasts.

"Run!" Fan Le shot three arrows and jumped down from the ancient tree, turning to flee. Qin Wentian also reacted and sprinted away.

"Kill them!" Oufeng roared in anger. This time, he had lost all face; four people came to kill Qin Wentian, and the other three were all dead. More infuriatingly, he had the strength to overpower them but couldn't even get a chance to use it, being controlled by the rapid-fire arrows.

Qin Wentian heard this and glanced at Fan Le.

"I saw someone behind the pack of demonic wolves from a high place. It might be him controlling the wolf king. Some of them have凝聚了驭兽类星魂." Fan Le's face was filled with frustration as he said to Qin Wentian, "But your star soul is quite dominant; you can have such formidable strength at the eighth level of Body Tempering."

This fatso was still thinking about these things, and Qin Wentian looked at him speechlessly, "Think about how to escape first. The demonic wolves are clearly faster than us in this dark forest, and their strength can easily tear apart ancient trees. Escaping to the trees won't work."

"There's no way to escape," the fatso said with a bitter face.

Soon, the demonic wolves, like phantoms, rushed past them and circled around to the front, clearly treating them as prey, preparing to encircle them.

When the demonic wolves surrounded them from all sides, the ones in front finally stopped, turning to face Qin Wentian and Fan Le, baring their bloodthirsty fangs, their eyes filled with terrifying ferocity.

"Whoosh, whoosh..." Qin Wentian and Fan Le stopped, their feet grinding against the ground to halt their forward momentum. Fan Le then threw away his bow, and his star soul of the bow and arrow shone brightly. In his hand, a star bow appeared.

"Burn, boy," Fan Le said, and his body seemed to ignite, a terrifying aura spreading from him. Instantly, the demonic wolves took a step back, their eyes showing a hint of fear, while Fan Le's aura rose rapidly.

"Brother, cover me, I'll kill the wolf king," Fan Le's eyes, like a beast, focused on the largest demonic wolf, sharp and fierce.

"Buzz!" A brilliant star beam shot through the sky, like a meteor, aiming for the giant wolf. The giant wolf roared, its terrifying claws glowing coldly, but they couldn't stop the arrow, which aimed straight for its head.

"Ao..." The giant wolf tried to dodge, but the arrow, as if with eyes, spun rapidly, making it impossible to avoid.

The giant wolf showed a hint of fear, blocking its head with its massive paw. At this moment, the arrow suddenly changed direction, piercing the giant wolf's thigh. A "pu" sound echoed as the giant wolf was pinned to the ground by the terrifying force.

Qin Wentian and Fan Le charged at the giant wolf, but several demonic wolves leaped to block them.

"Scram!" Qin Wentian's star soul also appeared, and he condensed a star hammer in his hand, leaping up and swinging it in the air, smashing it into a demonic wolf, causing blood and flesh to fly.

Qin Wentian's movements didn't stop; he immediately used the Thousand Hammer Technique, smashing left and right, clearing a path for Fan Le.

Fan Le charged to the giant wolf pinned to the ground, and three rapid-fire arrows shot out, the giant wolf trying to block with its claws. But the close-range, straight-line shot was too powerful, and the claws exploded. The last star arrow pierced the giant wolf's head.

"Beautiful," Qin Wentian smiled. The giant wolf was a fourth-level demonic beast, stronger than a second-level meridian realm expert, and it was killed by Fan Le on the spot. At this moment, the fatso's figure seemed to grow taller.

"Ao..." At this moment, a cold wolf howl echoed through the forest. Behind the pack of wolves, a youth in animal skin appeared, his face cold, with a large demonic wolf at his feet.

Oufeng was also there, a cold smile on his face, looking at Qin Wentian and Fan Le as if they were already dead.

"I didn't expect that among the new students of the Imperial Star Academy, another one with bloodline power would appear," Oufeng said, looking at Fan Le, somewhat surprised.

Fan Le, he has bloodline power.

"It's bloodline power," Qin Wentian thought to himself. He had followed Uncle He for many years and knew about bloodline power.

Martial practitioners communicate with martial destiny stars to form star souls, relying on perception, talent, and perseverance. However, human bloodline power is more dependent on genetics. Some strong individuals with powerful bloodline power can pass it on to their descendants, hidden in their bloodlines. Some can awaken it, while others cannot. Therefore, some people's bloodline power can be triggered after several generations, or it can mutate and appear.

Moreover, different types of bloodline power grant martial practitioners different abilities. Fan Le's bloodline power seemed to burn his combat strength, making him stronger.

"Damn, I killed the wrong one," Fan Le muttered, then moved to Qin Wentian's side, saying, "My bloodline is the Imperial Flame Bloodline, which can burn combat strength. I can inject the Imperial Flame Bloodline power into your body, making your blood boil for a short time, enhancing your combat strength."

"Alright," Qin Wentian nodded, and Fan Le's hand surged with powerful bloodline power, turning into a blood palm, which he pressed onto Qin Wentian's back.

The Imperial Flame Bloodline power rushed into Qin Wentian's body, and instantly, he felt his blood boil, his aura rising and burning.

"Boom!" At this moment, Qin Wentian's body suddenly trembled, and a terrifying aura emerged from him.

"Hmm?" Fan Le sensed something, looking at Qin Wentian, who was trembling, his face turning red as if it would bleed. A primal beast's power seemed to be emerging from within him, threatening to consume him.

"What's happening?" Fan Le asked.

"I don't know. There's a force in my blood that's consuming your bloodline power, and I can't control it," Qin Wentian's body trembled more violently.

"You damn, bloodline confrontation, this is possible?" The fatso's face twitched. Qin Wentian also had bloodline power, and it might be a higher-level bloodline than his Imperial Flame Bloodline!

Fan Le knew that bloodline power usually lies dormant in the body and is only triggered under special circumstances. Qin Wentian clearly had dormant bloodline power in his body, which he didn't know about, and it was triggered by his Imperial Flame Bloodline.

It was unknown whether this would fully awaken Qin Wentian's bloodline power. If it did, Qin Wentian could use it at will in the future. If not, it would remain dormant.

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