615: Blood clan trends

Marshal Yang, you... You are an old riddler!

In the Domain Space, Lin Feng's mouth twitched when he heard Yang Daoming's words.

No matter how he thought about it, he felt that Yang Daoming just wanted to bully him, a junior.

Besides, what's so embarrassing about a disciple being stronger than his master?

The student surpasses the teacher!

This showed that his teaching ability was outstanding!

Of course, it was also because his two disciples were excellent enough.

He only played a tiny, insignificant role in it!

Thinking proudly, Lin Feng planned to haggle with Yang Daoming.

However...

As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't make any sound.

Then he looked up and met Yang Daoming's eyes, which were full of teasing.

"Isn't this... bullying people too much?"

Lin Feng felt a little speechless and decided to show his rebelliousness.

He waved his hands, intending to throw a tantrum.

However, his hands couldn't move again.

"It seems Lin Feng, you also feel the pressure. It just so happens that when the war starts, you will also go to the Myriad Heavens Battlefield. For now, you can cultivate in seclusion in my Domain."

"Go on."

Yang Daoming said with a smile.

Before he finished speaking, Lin Feng turned around and walked out of the study.

As he walked, he wailed inwardly.

I'm not!

I didn't!

Old geezer, you don't play fair!

If you have the guts, release your control over me, and see if I don't spit all over your face!

However, he could only shout in his heart. His body "honestly" pushed open the door and walked out of the study, and finally, very politely, closed the door.

...

When the master's figure was blocked by the door, Wang Chen's mouth curved up in an uncharitable way.

He naturally saw that the master was forced.

But what could he do?

He couldn't defeat Yang Daoming, so he could only silently send his blessings.

"You kid, just laugh if you want to."

At this moment, Yang Daoming saw Wang Chen's expression and teased him.

Then, without waiting for Wang Chen to speak, he continued:

"Next, I'll tell you about the situation of the World Contention."

"In this contention, we and the Blood Clan will each send a thousand people to engage in a deathmatch in a designated area of that medium-sized world."

"Among the thousand people, there will be ten Eight-Turn, ninety Seven-Turn, and nine hundred Six-Turn cultivators."

"Currently, the specific rules of the contention are still being discussed."

"The other participants, apart from you, are currently undergoing intensive training in a Secret Realm."

"I will stay at Blazing Dragon University for one day. You go back and say goodbye to your Family. Tomorrow, I will send you there."

...

...

Night.

Blood Clan World.

The light cast by the red moon coated the surface of everything on the ground with a faint crimson hue.

Making everything in sight full of an eerie feeling.

However.

In the entire world, there was one place that could not be covered by the light of the red moon.

That was the Holy Land in the hearts of all Blood Clan, the Progenitor's Ancient Castle.

This was the birthplace of the thirteen Blood Clan families, and also the location of the highest authority, the Council, under the Blood Clan Progenitor.

Creak!

Tonight, the heavy, ancient door of the Progenitor's Ancient Castle was pushed open, and powerful individuals who dominated the Blood Clan World entered one after another.

In the castle's hall, one hundred and thirty chairs were arranged in a circle.

In the empty space in the middle, thirteen huge bronze thrones were placed individually.

They exuded an ancient aura, and even though they were currently empty, they still felt like sleeping behemoths, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

The Blood Clan powerhouses who walked into the hall one by one, upon seeing these thirteen bronze thrones, all stopped and bowed respectfully and solemnly.

Even though they were empty, their etiquette was flawless, and their respect was evident.

Because these thirteen bronze thrones represented the supreme power and authority under the Blood Clan Progenitor.

Each one was the exclusive seat of a Lord of the thirteen Blood Clan families.

Many Blood Clan powerhouses bowed in turn, then sat down in the seats behind the thirteen thrones according to their Family and strength.

Bang!

When everyone was seated, the ancient door closed, and a crimson light lit up in the hall. Thirteen magnificent figures appeared on the thirteen bronze thrones.

Each of these figures was tall and powerful, and even a casual glance contained unimaginable power.

However...

If one observed carefully, one could find that among these thirteen figures, only six had physical forms, while the other seven...

Gave a sense of illusion, and after taking their seats, their mist-shrouded faces were full of majesty and stiffness.

At this moment.

"Greetings, Lords!"

The many Blood Clan Princes and Dukes who had been seated stood up again and shouted in unison, expressing their respect.

It wasn't until one of the Lords waved his hand that the many Blood Clan members sat down again.

"Today's council is open, and there is only one topic: the World Contention with the Blue Star Human Race."

"They have mobilized millions of troops on the Myriad Heavens Battlefield, showing that they will acquire that newly discovered medium-sized world at all costs."

After the many Blood Clan members were seated, one of the thirteen Lords spoke.

His voice was like thunder, echoing throughout the hall.

"The Blue Star Human Race and our clan have long-standing grievances. We must stop them from getting what they want. Even if we can't get it, we must destroy it."

His tone was flat, but it contained an unquestionable will.

This Lord was Alvos Rudolph, the Lord of the Rudolph Clan, the head of the thirteen Blood Clan families.

He had the greatest malice towards the Blue Star Human Race throughout his life and was the strongest hardline warmonger within the Blood Clan.

At this moment, after Lord Alvos's words fell, the Lords of the other families around him all nodded.

One of the Lords even said coldly:

"Although this medium-sized world is insignificant to us, seeing the urgency of the Blue Star Human Race, there must be some secret within it."

"Why bother with this World Contention with them? Wouldn't it be simpler to just fight them or destroy that medium-sized world!"

"Improper!"

As soon as this Lord finished speaking, Lord Vickers of the Brujah Family next to him immediately objected.

"The Blue Star Human Race is not weak. If we really break ties with them and start a full-scale war, even if we win in the end, it will be a Pyrrhic victory."

"Gentlemen, don't forget, the Progenitor is currently at a critical moment. At this time, we cannot easily start a war."

Then Vickers changed his tone and said with a somewhat relaxed tone:

"The Blue Star Human Race proposing the World Contention is actually a good thing for us. As long as we win, we can make them return empty-handed and also avoid any trouble at this critical moment."

"At the same time, the thousand people sent by the Blue Star Human Race in this battle are their most elite forces. As long as they are all killed, the Blue Star's Origin Qi will be greatly damaged."

"Gentlemen, you wouldn't think that our Holy Clan's elites are inferior to these Blue Star nobodies, would you?"