Spirit Monarch Realm Alchemy Arts

Having heard Qingfeng Li's mockery, Wuhen Di's eyes burned with fury as his expression darkened. This was a massive blow to his reputation.

"Chief Commander," he spoke, "wait. I'd like to see what this young man has to say about the flaws of my alchemy arts. If he's right, I'll apologize to him, and all the healing elixirs here will be my gift to him. If he's wrong, not only do I want his leg broken, I want all his limbs to be broken."

Qingfeng Li pointed at the Imperial Blood Elixir before him. "This monarch level elixir of yours is flawed, its effects were lowered by a full ten percent."

Hearing Qingfeng Li's words, Wuhen Di shook his head, disbelief evident on his face. "What are you talking about? This is the most powerful elixir I can make, its hemostatic effects are highly potent. Even if it were a master of the spirit monarch realm who was wounded, this elixir could stop the bleeding instantly."