"Wh-what is going on?" Kulad’s eyes widened. He spoke in utter disbelief, his gaze filled with shock.
At that mont, in the hidden location where Lin Kuang and his team were concealed, Wei Zhong stood quietly before them. The fist he had just thrown was still extended.
Lin Kuang stared blankly at Wei Zhong. He knew the people from Dragon Front were strong, but he had never expected them to be *this* powerful! Just a mont ago, Colding had been sent flying while trying to escape. That was when Wei Zhong had made his move. Wei Zhong had only thrown a simple, casual punch—at least, that’s how it appeared to Lin Kuang. Yet even so, an Elder of the Blood Clan was sent flying and severely injured by that single blow! Wei Zhong was a seemingly unremarkable mber of Dragon Front, yet his strength was this formidable. Although there was an elent of surprise, it was still a testant to Wei Zhong’s overwhelming power. And the truly powerful ones, Chen Anhun and Gu Feng, hadn’t even acted yet. It was only Wei Zhong!
It was only now that Lin Kuang truly understood just how terrifying the mbers of Dragon Front were. The gap between him and them wasn’t just wide—it was a chasm.
"Let’s go. The battle should be over. We should go out and take a look," Chen Anhun said with a smile.
Hearing this, everyone nodded. The group of thirteen walked through the large doors before them.
Seeing the group enter, Kulad’s expression shifted, his gaze filled with shock. The Easterners are here, and I didn’t even notice them! It goes without saying that they were the ones who severely injured Colding.
At this thought, Kulad’s gaze imdiately grew wary. The few Blood Clan mbers who had been sitting on the ground healing scrambled to their feet, their expressions grave as they stared at Lin Kuang’s group.
"The Blood Clan, I presu?" Chen Anhun said coolly, looking at Kulad. "Don’t you know the East is no place for your kind?" His calm voice carried an undeniable pressure.
Kulad froze, his expression turning to one of confusion. "Why shouldn’t we co?"
"Oh? Did your Ancient Beings not tell you?" Chen Anhun glanced at Kulad and added nonchalantly, "Then again, I suppose a re Elder like you wouldn’t have the opportunity to be summoned by them."
Hearing this, Kulad’s body trembled violently, his eyes widening in absolute horror.
"Y-you... what are you saying? You’re saying our Blood Clan has... Ancient Beings?!"
Kulad spoke in disbelief, his eyes filled with shock. He himself had no idea the Blood Clan had Ancient Beings! Ancient Beings were entities that surpassed even the Blood Emperor—they were the absolute pinnacle of their race. Kulad had never known they existed, so Chen Anhun’s words struck him with trendous force.
"Just as I thought. Your strength doesn’t qualify you to have contact with the Ancient Beings," Chen Anhun said, his expression cold and his voice laced with a faint killing intent. "When you beco a Blood Clan Prince, then you will know what they are. However, I’m afraid you won’t get the chance to beco a Prince. You will die here today. The ancient land of the East is not a place you can simply trespass. All who enter uninvited shall die!"
Hearing Chen Anhun’s words, Kulad’s body trembled. He could feel an unbelievably terrifying power radiating from Chen Anhun, a power that filled him with horror and dread.
"Who... who are you people?! How can the East have experts as powerful as you?" For the first ti, Kulad’s voice trembled, his eyes wide with shock.
"Hmph," Chen Anhun snorted, killing intent flaring in his eyes. "The ancient Eastern nation has always produced countless masters, many of whom are far more formidable than I. Otherwise, those Ancient Beings of yours would never have signed a pact with in the first place. Yet, after so many years, you of the Blood Clan still dare to appear here. You have violated the pact. You have overstepped your bounds!"
The mont Chen Anhun’s gaze fell upon him, Kulad’s heart seized. An indescribable terror surged through him, bringing him to the very edge of his sanity.
"No, impossible! Impossible! If the Ancient Beings truly exist, why would they submit to you? That’s impossible! It’s clearly impossible! You’re lying to ! You’re deceiving !" Kulad scread, growing frantic. "You forced my hand! You’re the ones who forced !"
The next mont, he pulled a blood-red crystal from his robes and swiftly crushed it.
Instantly, a cloud of blood mist erupted, releasing a dense, sanguine aura. The mist then converged, gradually coalescing into the figure of a man.
The man appeared to be in his forties. He carried himself with an air of nobility and elegance, like a true aristocrat.
"Kulad, what irresistible situation has forced you to manifest my projection?" the man asked lightly, his tone dripping with arrogance.
"Revered Prince Yisiduo, it is these Easterners! They claim our Ancient Beings signed a pact with them, and that we have violated it by coming here. Now they want to kill us," Kulad reported with the utmost respect, bowing before Yisiduo. "Furthermore, Colding has Cain’s Left Hand."
Upon hearing Kulad’s words, Yisiduo’s expression turned grave. A pact like that had indeed been signed between the East and West long ago; the Blood Clan was forbidden from entering the East. But for the sake of Cain’s Left Hand, they had to make an exception. The higher-ups decided to send Elders and those below them, believing this would be enough. They thought they could just retrieve Cain’s Left Hand and leave quietly. They assud that a force comprised of Elders wouldn’t be enough to alarm the ancient, powerful masters of the East. But he hadn’t expected them to be discovered at all, let alone by what seed to be a significant number of experts.
Just as Yisiduo was about to speak, the dying Colding pulled a blood-red Crystal Stone from his clothes. He, too, crushed it.
Imdiately, blood mist erupted and coalesced into another figure, also that of a middle-aged man.
"Revered Prince Alec, we’ve been discovered by the Eastern masters," Colding said weakly. "But I still have Cain’s Left Hand. I’m giving it to you now."
He slowly lifted his hand, passing Cain’s Left Hand to Alec.
With a grave expression, Alec took Cain’s Left Hand. At the sa ti, he pierced Colding’s neck with his fingertips, sending a drop of Prival Blood surging into his body.
As the drop of Prival Blood entered him, Colding looked as if he had been shot with adrenaline. The ghastly pallor of his face rapidly receded, and his nearly lifeless body recovered significantly in an instant.
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