272: Chapter 272 Robbery!

Suppressing the shock and lingering fear in his heart, Qin Yan decided to leave this troubled place as soon as possible.

The opportunities in the Blood River were good, but it was clearly not a place where he could snatch things at will.

Having learned his lesson this time, he would certainly maintain twelve points of awe toward these seemingly "ownerless" ancient dangerous lands in the Canglin Ancient Peak in the future.

However, just as he identified his direction and was about to set off—

"Swish!" "Swish!" "Swish!"

Several sounds of breaking air rang out, and several figures with strong auras flashed out from the surrounding jagged rocks and sparse woods.

They formed a loose semi-circle, faintly blocking Qin Yan's path.

There were five people in total, their auras all between third grade late stage and Third-Rank Peak.

Their gazes, in unison, stared fixedly at the clump of pure blood energy in Qin Yan's hand that emitted an enticing luster!

Their greed was completely unconcealed.

Leading the team was a handsome young man dressed in a magnificent fiery red robe, though his expression carried a hint of gloom.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his posture arrogant, with waves of heat faintly circulating around him, clearly possessing no small amount of strength.

Beside him followed four companions also dressed in red with burning auras; judging by their racial characteristics, they were shockingly of the Phoenix Descendant Clan!

A Phoenix Descendant youth following behind the red-robed man stepped forward, his chin slightly raised, his tone filled with the race's habitual sense of superiority and unquestionable authority: "Kid, be sensible. Obediently hand over that clump of blood energy in your hand, and our Lord Feng Feng might consider... sparing your life."

The "Lord Feng Feng" he spoke of was precisely the red-robed man with the most powerful aura.

The commotion here quickly attracted the attention of other racial geniuses nearby.

They stopped to watch one after another, gathering either openly or secretly.

Some were purely watching the fun, while others had flickering gazes, similarly coveting the blood energy in Qin Yan's hand, merely weighing the situation.

"It's people from the Phoenix Descendant Clan..."

"That one in the red robe seems to be... Feng Feng? The ruthless man ranked forty-seventh on the heavenly pride ranking!"

"No wonder he's so arrogant; it turns out a ranked powerhouse is leading the team."

"That clump of blood energy looks to be of extremely high quality. What a pity, it's going to be snatched by the Phoenix Descendant Clan."

Low-voiced discussions spread among the onlookers.

When someone spoke the name "Feng Feng" and his rank on the heavenly pride ranking, many geniuses whose eyes had been flickering with greed involuntarily restrained their expressions, adding a hint of wariness.

The top fifty of the heavenly pride ranking were true monsters standing at the apex of the entire younger generation, with unfathomable strength and usually terrifying backgrounds.

Of course, there were also a very few geniuses with equally powerful auras and absolute confidence in their own strength whose eyes still flickered, seemingly assessing the situation in secret and weighing whether to snatch the food from the tiger's mouth.

Facing the encirclement and threats, there wasn't the slightest panic on Qin Yan's face.

"Beat it."

Qin Yan spoke, only a single word.

His voice wasn't high, yet it clearly entered everyone's ears, carrying an unquestionable coldness and... impatience.

As his voice fell, the ink trace he had been holding was slowly raised, the spear tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

With this movement, a majestic and vast, terrifying blood-qi pressure far exceeding an ordinary Third-Rank Peak—

Like an awakening prehistoric beast, it boomed and erupted from within his body!

Even more heart-stopping was that above the spear tip where the golden Spear Light flickered, two incredibly solid red astral qi emitting a wild aura of destruction slowly coiled and emerged!

Blood Gang! And there were—two of them!

"Hiss—!"

A chorus of sharp intakes of breath immediately rang out from the surroundings!

All the spectating geniuses, including those Phoenix Descendants who had been arrogant, showed expressions of unbelievable horror on their faces!

"Two... two strands of Blood Gang?!"

"Has his basic blood-qi broken through 200 units?!"

"Third Grade Limit! He is a genius at the Third Grade Limit!"

The condensation of Blood Gang was directly linked to a martial artist's total blood-qi.

One thousand units of blood-qi were required to condense one strand of Blood Gang!

This was an iron rule! Yet the youth holding the spear before them actually displayed two strands of Blood Gang!

What did this mean?

It meant his total basic blood-qi had at least broken through the 200-unit mark!

This was a terrifying value that could only be reached by stepping into the legendary Third Grade Limit realm!

Third Grade Limit! What this term represented was not just a surge in blood-qi, but a comprehensive qualitative change in combat power, foundation, and potential!

It was a synonym for being nearly invincible within the third-grade realm!

Those Phoenix Descendants who had been haughty and tried to block the path saw their faces turn pale instantly under the impact of this terrifying aura.

They involuntarily retreated repeatedly, their eyes filled with shock and fear!

They had only felt that Qin Yan's aura was not weak before, but they never expected the opponent to be a terrifying existence at the Third Grade Limit!

This was no longer a level they could "provoke"!

Before a true Third Grade Limit, their slight advantage in numbers was simply a joke!

Qin Yan said nothing more, not even giving them a second glance.

The long spear in his hand vibrated slightly, and the two strands of Blood Gang vanished into the spear shaft. The daunting pressure also retracted by more than half, but that chilling aura belonging to the Third Grade Limit still made hearts tremble.

He stepped forward, walking unhurriedly toward the gap opened by the "frightened off" blockaders.

Wherever he passed, no one dared to obstruct him in the slightest, all subconsciously making way for an even wider path.

The spectating geniuses watched Qin Yan's departing back as he held his spear, their gazes complex—there was awe, envy, and jealousy, but more than anything, a kind of silent acceptance and helplessness toward the strong.

Only after Qin Yan's figure disappeared at the end of everyone's vision did those Phoenix Descendant geniuses who had tried to block him earlier exhale a pent-up breath as if they had been granted a grand pardon.

Fine beads of cold sweat had broken out on their foreheads at some unknown point.

That was too close!

They had almost spoken rudely to a monster at the Third Grade Limit, and even tried to snatch his things!

If the other party hadn't seemed to disdain bothering with them, they might have already turned into several cold corpses on the ground by now.

The chasm between the Third Grade Limit and the Third-Rank Peak was not something that could be easily filled by numbers.

Feng Feng, the leader, had an uncertain expression. He took a deep look in the direction Qin Yan had left, his eyes full of wariness.

He withdrew his gaze, swept it over his shaken clansmen beside him, and spoke in a low voice: "Pack up, we're leaving this place.

That man with the spear... is not someone we can afford to provoke."

Although he was conceited and ranked forty-seventh on the heavenly pride ranking, he was no brainless brute.

The others dared not say much, quickly gathering their emotions and following behind Feng Feng to hurriedly leave this troubled place with its subtle atmosphere.

And not far away, in the noisy crowd that was gradually dispersing but still left many onlookers behind, two figures had been standing quietly all along, never following the flow.

Their appearance was similar to humans, but they both had a pair of wide silver wings on their backs that circulated with a faint luster.

They were precisely the geniuses of the Storm Winged People—one of the seven overlord races ruling the Eternal Song Star Realm!