Having fallen to such a state, the Northern Martial Zen had no power to resist and could only accept his fate.
"This move isn't the Blood Descent from Southeast Asian Sorcery, but a secret I stumbled upon," the Northern Martial Zen said in a deep voice. "I don't even know the true nature of this secret, it's just a fragment of an ancient scroll, mostly lost and damaged, with only this mnemonic chant left intact, which I used just now. It depletes one's blood and lifespan, granting immense power for a short time."
"I saw the power you wielded just now, it seemed to have reached the level of the Five Unmatches of the World!" Prince Wan Yan said, taking a deep breath. "What is this secret technique, how can it possess such power?"
