320: Yang Daoming's spoils

"Go on in!"

Outside the bronze door, after that majestic voice rang out, Bai Ziting bowed slightly and then gave Wang Chen a meaningful look.

"Hm?"

"Senior Brother isn't going in with me?"

Seeing this, Wang Chen was surprised, but urged on by Bai Ziting's look, he stepped into the bronze door.

As soon as he passed through the bronze door, his eyes lit up; a spacious room appeared in his line of sight.

The decoration throughout the room was extremely archaic and filled with a sense of gravity. The moment he walked in, Wang Chen felt his emotions instantly calm down.

But soon, his peaceful state of mind was broken and replaced by shock.

He saw, hanging on the wall behind a huge desk in the center of the room, a gigantic, hideous head.

The head had a green face and fangs, was about the size of a locomotive, and exuded an incomparably terrifying, savage, and evil aura.

It was, shockingly, a Blood Clan head!

Its appearance was almost identical to the true form of the Blood Clan Earl that Wang Chen had seen before, but its strength was unfathomably more terrifying than that of a Blood Clan Earl.

Even though it had been made into a specimen, just one glance made Wang Chen feel his Soul trembling.

"Little guy, you seem very interested in my trophy?"

Just then, a gentle voice suddenly rang in Wang Chen's ears.

Turning his head to look, he saw an elderly man with a tall stature and a profound aura standing in front of the room's floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at him with great interest.

This elderly man, just by standing there, exuded an incomparably terrifying aura. His eyes were piercing, and being looked at by him gave one the feeling of being seen through from the inside out...

"Greetings, my lord."

Wang Chen quickly bowed and saluted to greet the elderly man.

Although he didn't know the other party's identity, the aura emanating from him was as deep as the sea, far surpassing that of his Senior Brother, Bai Ziting.

"A polite little guy, indeed."

"However... you haven't answered my question yet."

The elderly man waved his hand, signaling that Wang Chen need not be so formal.

"This..."

Wang Chen glanced at the Blood Clan head on the wall and nodded.

"I am indeed very interested in your trophy, my lord."

"Oh."

Hearing this, the elderly man smiled, seemingly very satisfied with Wang Chen's directness.

"Since you are interested, then since this is our first meeting, I will give it to you to take back and play with."

He said with a smile.

Wang Chen was stunned by these words, then shook his head.

"Thank you for your kind offer, my lord."

"But I cannot accept it."

"This is your trophy, my lord. If I want one, I can slay one myself and put it in my room as a decoration when the time comes."

Hearing Wang Chen's words, the elderly man raised an eyebrow, his eyes becoming extremely profound.

"You have ambition indeed!"

"However, little guy, do you know the origin of this Blood Clan head?"

Looking at Wang Chen, the elderly man asked with interest.

"I do not."

Wang Chen honestly shook his head:

"But it must be from an extremely powerful expert among the Blood Clan."

"That is true!"

The elderly man nodded and said:

"This head comes from a Blood Clan Prince. Come to think of it, it actually has to do with you."

"He is the one who led the troops to search for you in the Eternal Forest."

"This..."

Hearing this, Wang Chen was stunned, his face full of shock.

A Blood Clan Prince is equivalent to a Nine Revolution Awkener of the Human Race.

Now, his head was actually displayed in an office as a decoration?!

At this moment, Wang Chen couldn't help but recall the world-destroying scene he had witnessed in the Eternal Forest.

That blood-red light tearing through the sky, the giant hand covering the horizon, and that laughter filled with dominance and majesty.

At this moment, the identity of the elderly man before him was already obvious.

Marshal Yang Daoming, who commanded all Dragon Country legions in the Myriad Heavens Battlefield and had reached the King level in strength.

"Are you shocked?"

Yang Daoming asked with a smile.

"Yes."

Wang Chen nodded involuntarily. Although he had already seen many Eight-Turn experts, and the old man before him was even the King-level expert Marshal Yang Daoming, but...

Seeing a Blood Clan Prince's head turned into a decoration right in front of him still deeply shocked him.

"A Blood Clan Prince is already an existence standing at the very pinnacle of the Blood Clan World, equivalent to our Human Race Kings."

Speaking of this, Yang Daoming looked at Wang Chen with deep eyes and asked in a calm tone:

"So now, do you still believe that in the future you will be able to slay a Blood Clan Prince and take his head as a trophy?"

Wang Chen was silent for a moment, but still nodded firmly.

"If given the chance, not only do I want a Blood Clan Prince's head as a decoration, but I also want to make their Emperor or even their Progenitor my trophy."

As he spoke, Wang Chen raised his head and looked directly into Yang Daoming's eyes without fear, his gaze filled with high-spirited fighting intent.

Yang Daoming, who had been observing Wang Chen, couldn't help but nod upon seeing this, a look of approval appearing on his face.

He did not doubt Wang Chen's determination, nor did he look down on Wang Chen's ambition.

As the only Genius on the Ten Thousand Realms Prodigy Ranking from Blue Star in seven hundred years, Wang Chen had the qualifications to say this.

"You are quite good."

"I look forward to the arrival of that day."

"Don't just stand there, come over and sit."

Yang Daoming walked over to the sofa and sat down, waving at Wang Chen.

"Thank you, Marshal!"

Wang Chen politely thanked him and sat down cautiously opposite Yang Daoming.

"What would you like to drink?"

The profound aura had been completely retracted by Yang Daoming; at this moment, he was just like an ordinary, kind old man, asking Wang Chen with a chuckle.

"I..."

Wang Chen just wanted to refuse, but met Yang Daoming's gentle gaze.

"Water will do."

He said somewhat cautiously.

"Hahaha."

"You kid have a personality that is completely the opposite of that little rascal Bai Ziting."

Seeing Wang Chen's demeanor, Yang Daoming couldn't help but laugh.

"That little rascal, the first time he met me, he set his sights on my life dew."

Hearing this, Wang Chen subconsciously widened his eyes.

He hadn't expected his Senior Brother to be so bold!

life dew is an incomparably precious Heaven And Earth Treasure whose value is simply immeasurable.

It is said that this is a sacred object that can only be produced on the Life Tree of the Elven race. Every drop contains unimaginable vitality. Consuming it can prolong Life, and even King-level experts would fight tooth and nail for it if they saw it.

"How about it? Are you shocked?"

Seeing Wang Chen like this, Yang Daoming smiled, then waved his hand, and two teacups appeared on the coffee table between the sofas.

The teacups contained a pale green liquid. The moment they appeared, the entire room was filled with a faint fragrance.

Just by smelling this fragrance, Wang Chen couldn't help but feel a boost in his spirits, feeling as if his energy was about to explode off the charts.

And...

He discovered that after this fragrance appeared, the three little ones sleeping in his beast pet space all stirred, and the greediest one, Ice Purity, even started drooling.