The five top sects in the Five Elents Realm possess considerable strength. Although none have reached the Pocket World Realm, most in the sect have achieved cultivation in the Purple Mansion Realm, and many late-stage Purple Mansion Realm experts, so even half-step into the Pocket World Realm, serve as their backbone.
However, compared to the Yuanwu Realm and the Blood God Realm, such strength appears insignificant.
Otherwise, the Five Elents Realm would not have beco the battleground for conflict between the two realms. Thousands of years of brutal warfare have ravaged the realm, leaving most of it in ruins.
Now, only the regions where the five top sects are located can barely hold on.
However, with the final showdown between the Yuanwu Realm and the Blood God Realm approaching, it's likely that these five top sects will also be drawn into it.
"The Cyan Wood Sect possesses the Ancient Bodhi Tree. I wonder if the Vajra Sect, Celestial Water Palace, Divine Fire Sect, and Thick Earth Hall also have one of the Five Elents Treasures."
Wang Ruoxie pondered silently. He planned to leave the Blood Spirit Race's dungeon and check out the other top sects.
If he could gather all five Five Elents Treasures, he could directly refine a Five Elents Creation Pill and potentially use it to ascend to an even higher level, perhaps breaking through to the Pocket World Realm.
"Swoosh..."
At this mont, a sudden strange sound ca.
"They're coming."
Upon hearing the sound, Zhou Peng, a man dressed in black, said with traces of hatred in his eyes.
Wang Ruoxie turned his gaze toward the direction of the sound.
Soon, the door to the dungeon slowly opened, and a group of Blood Spirit Race mbers walked in.
These Blood Spirit Race mbers cast a cold glance over Wang Ruoxie and the others before stepping directly toward so of them.
"Raise your hands."
A young man from the Blood Spirit Race wearing a blood-colored robe said to Zhou Peng coldly.
Hearing this, Zhou Peng lifelessly raised his arm, seemingly knowing what would happen next, as if this scene had repeated countless tis.
The others did the sa. When the Blood Spirit Race asked them to extend their arms, they uniformly did so, expressionlessly, without any resistance.
"What are these guys doing?"
Wang Ruoxie's eyes narrowed as he looked at the Blood Spirit Race mbers.
He had previously asked Zhou Peng why the Blood Spirit Race captured them and kept them in the dungeon, but Zhou Peng hadn't explained and told him to wait.
Now, he was about to get the answer he wanted.
At this mont, the Blood Spirit Race mbers each took out a blood-colored dagger and cut the wrists of Zhou Peng and the others.
Then, they took out blood-colored bottles and collected the blood flowing from their wrists without missing a drop.
Seeing this, a cold gleam flashed in Wang Ruoxie's eyes. He now understood what the Blood Spirit Race was doing.
The Blood Spirit Race held them captive in the dungeon as blood slaves, constantly providing fresh blood.
No wonder Zhou Peng previously ntioned that the elder confined here for thousands of years chose to end his own life rather than suffer humiliation.
If it were him, he too would refuse to beco the Blood Spirit Race's blood slave, like livestock.
Soon, the blood-robed youth collecting Zhou Peng's blood ca up to Wang Ruoxie.
"Raise your arm."
The blood-robed youth gave Wang Ruoxie a cold glance and said.
However, Wang Ruoxie didn't care, as if he hadn't heard.
"Did you not hear ?"
Seeing Wang Ruoxie ignore him, the blood-robed youth furrowed his brow and spoke again.
"Get lost!"
Wang Ruoxie slightly raised his head, and with an indifferent gaze, coldly uttered a chilling word.
Even though he was imprisoned in the dungeon, he had no intention of letting the Blood Spirit Race take his blood.
"What did you say?"
The blood-robed youth looked at Wang Ruoxie in shock, as if he couldn't believe that soone like livestock would dare to resist.
"I said, get lost."
Wang Ruoxie coldly said to the blood-robed youth.
These Blood Spirit Race mbers collecting blood were mostly of early-stage Purple Mansion Realm cultivation, except for the blood-robed youth in front, who was at the Fifth Layer of the Purple Mansion Realm.
Although his cultivation and soul power were sealed, he was confident he could defeat the youth with his physical body alone.
Besides, he naturally had an absolute bloodline suppression over the Blood Spirit Race. If not for his low cultivation, the late-stage Pocket World Realm Blood Spirit Race expert, Heluo Qi, wouldn't have been able to capture him.
"You're courting death."
The blood-robed youth, snapping back to reality, glared at Wang Ruoxie with extre anger.
"Hahaha... Turner, this guy actually told you to get lost."
"Turner, you're a direct descendant of Heluo Qi, and he dares to insult you like this; he must be severely punished."
"Yes, first cut off his limbs, then torture him thoroughly."
The other Blood Spirit Race mbers laughed loudly and looked at Wang Ruoxie with amusent.
They hadn't encountered such an interesting human in a long ti, making them eager to toy with him.
"All of you, shut up."
Turner glared at the Blood Spirit Race mbers, making them imdiately fall silent, knowing he'd truly been angered.
"Wretched creature, you've truly infuriated . I'll show you the terrible price you'll pay."
Turner turned his cold gaze to Wang Ruoxie and said.
"You can try."
Wang Ruoxie smiled indifferently in response.
"Blood God's Gift."
An icy smile flashed in Turner's eyes, and he spoke slowly.
Instantly, his eyes turned completely blood-red.
In the next mont, a violent surge of blood energy swept from Turner toward Wang Ruoxie.
"Rest assured, I won't let you die so easily. In fact, I'll not only spare your life, but also grant you a drop of my essence blood, making you my blood slave for eternity."
Turner's lips curled into a sinister smile as he spoke to Wang Ruoxie: "I'll torture you for eternity, ensuring you cannot live or die."
"Turner, don't act rashly. You should know that your bloodline inherits from Lord Heluo Qi's Ninth Grade Saint Tier bloodline. Even a single drop of essence blood can transform any human's Blood Soul into the Saint Tier."
"Turner, if Lord Heluo Qi finds out about this, he will be very angry and might revoke your eligibility for the Blood God Pool's baptism."
Hearing Turner's words, the Blood Spirit Race mbers' faces changed drastically, hurriedly trying to stop him.
"Don't worry. Once he's my blood slave, what does it matter if he has a Saint Tier Blood Soul."
Turner dismissed their concerns.
Then, without hesitation, he slit his forehead with his finger, extracted a drop of essence blood, and shot it directly into Wang Ruoxie's forehead.
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