Chapter 755: The Transformation

After Lin Qian finished speaking, he shifted his gaze back to Kuang Zhankuang, signaling him to continue: “Tell me about the remaining eight races in one go. By the time you finish, it should be about time.”

Kuang Zhankuang looked at Lin Qian with confusion, unsure of what he meant by “about time.”

However, since Lin Qian had requested it, Kuang Zhankuang obediently continued to explain, providing detailed descriptions of the other races.

“The seventh-ranked race at the time was the Jian Clan, a race known for its solid defenses, as their name suggests. Their bodies are incredibly tough, with defense abilities that are simply astonishing.”

“If the Mu Jie Clan’s tactics made me feel disdain, then the Jian Clan commands respect.”

According to Kuang Zhankuang, his own clan often found itself losing to the Jian Clan because of their formidable defense. The Jian Clan could withstand the Kuang Lie Clan’s attacks head-on, ultimately leading to the Kuang Lie Clan’s defeat when their stamina was exhausted.

Unlike the Mu Jie Clan, which used methods to trap and exhaust the Kuang Lie Clan, the Jian Clan fought directly, a tactic Kuang Zhankuang’s clan respected.

However, the Jian Clan also had its own weakness. Though their bodies were naturally strong, their true defensive strength only emerged when they activated their innate talent.

Once activated, their bodies would transform into a metallic state, becoming nearly indestructible. However, this came at the cost of rapidly depleting their soul energy.

And while their defense skyrocketed, their strength didn’t increase proportionally.

“The sixth-ranked race is the Qi Soul Clan, experts in manipulating soul energy. Their soul energy reserves are immense, like a vast ocean that seems endless. When fighting them, it’s impossible to gauge how much soul energy they actually possess.”

“When we fought against them, we were completely outmatched. Their tactic was simple: bombard us with endless soul energy attacks, draining our stamina until we couldn’t fight back anymore.”

“The Qi Soul Clan also has a unique characteristic. Every member of their race has at least two different soul energy attributes, sometimes even more. The combinations of attributes can produce various effects.”

“During the last Haixuan Sacred Academy trial, one of their members had four attributes. The combination of poison and wind was especially terrifying, leading to absolute despair.”

Kuang Zhankuang vividly described this, as if reliving the terrifying encounters with the Qi Soul Clan.

Meanwhile, Lin Qian calmly listened, already holding a crystal bottle filled with a dark, eerie liquid.

Kuang Zhankuang was about to continue describing the fifth-ranked race when Lin Qian waved his hand, interrupting him, and handed him the crystal bottle.

“Drink this first, and then continue.”

Kuang Zhankuang, now in high spirits after the suppression of his emotions by the pills had worn off, seemed to have become quite talkative, which was at odds with his large, imposing appearance.

Without hesitation, he took the bottle and drank the dark liquid, noting its somewhat metallic taste but feeling no immediate effects.

He continued without pause.

“The fifth-ranked race in the last trial was the Warblade Clan, a race extremely proficient in close combat. Their bodies resemble humans, but they have bone blades growing from their arms, legs, and backs. These blades are incredibly sharp.”

“These bone blades grow stronger and sharper as their power increases, making them formidable in close-quarters combat. Our clan could hold our own against them, but because of our inherent flaws, we were unable to surpass them. We had to fight cautiously, unable to unleash our full potential.”

Kuang Zhankuang’s tone was tinged with frustration. His clan’s strength was undeniable, but their natural limitations made it impossible to fight freely. Excessive energy consumption and the risk of self-destruction made each battle perilous.

“The fourth-ranked race is the Thunder Clan, whose bodies are almost entirely composed of lightning. They are small, standing only about a meter tall, but their speed and attack power are terrifying. In head-on confrontations, we suffer great losses.”

As he mentioned this, Kuang Zhankuang glanced at Lin Qian, recalling their earlier encounter where Lin Qian’s soul energy was infused with lightning—formidable and powerful.

“The Thunder Clan excels in both speed and offensive power, but their soul energy consumption is also significant. However, compared to us, their energy consumption is much more manageable.”

“With your level of cultivation, most could fight for an entire day and night without issue. But when you go all out, you run out of energy in a matter of minutes. Your consumption rate is a thousand times higher than normal…” Lin Qian said, shaking his head in disbelief. After receiving Zhuge Ming’s report, Lin Qian was shocked at the Kuang Lie Clan’s consumption rate.

“This isn’t just a flaw; it’s a fundamental defect in your bloodline.”

According to Zhuge Ming, the Kuang Lie Clan’s bloodline was incomplete, possibly even a remnant of an immortal bloodline.

This information gave Lin Qian a lot to think about.

From what he knew, there were many fragments of the Xuan Yan Star scattered across the lower realms. If the Kuang Lie Clan indeed possessed immortal blood, could their homeland be one of those fragments?

Kuang Zhankuang was about to continue discussing the third-ranked race when his body suddenly seized up, and he collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain.

Lin Qian, completely unfazed, restrained Kuang Zhankuang, pried his mouth open, and forced a dose of another potion down his throat. The essence spread through Kuang Zhankuang’s body as he convulsed in pain.

After ensuring everything was in order, Lin Qian stepped back, watching Kuang Zhankuang’s large body thrash on the ground. Lü Bu and the Chitu Army also retreated, giving him space to release his anguish.

Suddenly, five members of the Kuang Lie Clan, with skin as red as fire, rushed in from the distance. They saw their young clan leader writhing on the ground, muscles seizing and twitching, and their eyes filled with rage and alarm.

“What have you done to the young master!” one of them roared, a middle-aged Kuang Lie Clan member stepping forward, prepared to attack Lin Qian.

But before he could act, a hand caught his arm.

Turning in surprise, he saw it was Kuang Zhankuang who had grabbed him. However, something was different. The young clan leader’s skin was still red, but there was no trace of the usual intense heat.

It was as if he had undergone a transformation!

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