Chapter 167

Many people feverishly pursued it, revered it as supreme, and longed to become it entirely.

But in Meng Zhangqing's view.

Whether bloodline or some special physical constitution.

They were all external things.

Merely tools for becoming stronger.

What a warrior truly needed to grow strong was himself, his own heart.

Pursuit was necessary and justified, since bloodline power was indeed formidable, but one must not confuse the status of mount and king—what mattered was controlling the bloodline, not being controlled by it.

As the ancient saying goes.

A king does not take pride in his bloodline; the bloodline reveres the king.

Meng Zhangqing rose slowly.

He had always understood this clearly.

【Great Strength 0.3 Demon Ape】 was a body-refining bloodline belonging to the demon race, differing from 【Stone Person Bloodline】 in focus—it was slightly weaker in defense but superior in strength.

Boom!

Meng Zhangqing raised his right hand and punched.

Terrifying fist winds swept through, reducing all the Wang Shanlin within a hundred meters to the right into shattered ruins, leaving a desolate expanse.

"At this point, if I cultivate martial arts involving fists or palms, their power will nearly rival sword techniques enhanced by Sword Momentum!"

"After all, the Demon Ape bloodline normally boosts strength by about tenfold; if the talent 【Demon Ape Divine Strength】 awakens, it surpasses Sword Momentum."

"But this bloodline cannot be used openly."

Meng Zhangqing thought to himself.

He gazed at his palm.

At this moment, he radiated sinister demonic aura, resembling a transformed great demon!

"It can serve as a hidden trump card—only to be used when absolutely desperate."

Withdrawing the Demon Ape bloodline, Meng Zhangqing returned to his original demeanor.