"Heavens! He’s actually managed to consu the ancestor’s Blood Essence without dying!" The elders were shocked by the results.
However, the Eleventh Elder’s expression shifted with concern. "No, sothing feels wrong."
Though Bai Xutao was still alive, his energy was a turbulent storm, chaotic and wild, as if he had lost all control over his own body.
A mont later, one of the elders stepped forward to confront Bai Xutao.
"Young Master! How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
But instead of answering, Bai Xutao turned to face him and, without warning, launched a brutal attack.
The elder was instantly sent flying, crashing into a nearby mountain.
"Be careful! The Young Master has gone berserk!" The Eleventh Elder warned everyone before distancing himself from Bai Xutao.
The others quickly followed.
anwhile, after hours of fierce combat, both Yuan and the Clan Leader abruptly paused as they sensed a powerful presence appearing out of thin air.
Yuan recognized the presence as strangely familiar, but couldn’t place its origin. The Clan Leader felt the sa unease, his brow furrowing in confusion.
Though the presence wasn’t stronger than the Clan Leader’s, it carried a far more nacing and threatening aura, making it feel far more dangerous.
It was at this mont that one of the elders at the scene notified the Clan Leader of the situation through his communication jade slip.
"That bastard did what?!" The Clan Leader didn’t believe the news at first.
"The Young Master entered the Ancestral Altar and consud the Ancestor’s Blood Essence!" The Eleventh Elder repeated.
"That’s impossible! How did he enter the Ancestral Altar?! The barrier should’ve kept him out!" the Clan Leader exclaid in disbelief.
"The barrier was gone when we arrived!" The Eleventh Elder hurriedly responded. "I don’t know if the Young Master tampered with it or if sothing else caused its disappearance, but it wasn’t there when we arrived!"
Noticing the Clan Leader’s distraught expression, Yuan couldn’t help but ask, "Ancestral Altar? What are you talking about?"
Since the Eleventh Elder was conversing through the communication jade slip, he had no idea about the situation.
Yet, the Clan Leader ignored him and focused on Bai Xutao’s situation.
"What happened to Bai Xutao?!"
The Eleventh Elder quickly explained Bai Xutao’s situation.
"He’s alive, but he’s gone berserk and is destroying everything in sight! He doesn’t even recognize his own people!"
"That useless bastard! Keep him restrained until I get there! There must be a way to extract the Blood Essence he consud!"
After putting away the communication jade slip, the Clan Leader looked at Yuan with a serious expression on his face.
"I don’t have ti to waste on you any longer," the Clan Leader snarled. "I’ll grant you a painless death—be grateful."
Before Yuan could respond, the Clan Leader unleashed the full force of his cultivation, striking with his most powerful martial technique.
"Heavenly Tiger’s White Flash!"
The Clan Leader swung his claw-like hand toward Yuan, unleashing a blinding flash of light, as bright as a flashbang. In an instant, Yuan’s world turned pure white, and before he could react, a forceful, unstoppable blow struck his body, tearing him apart in the blink of an eye.
After delivering the crushing blow and being certain it had struck Yuan, the Clan Leader wasted no ti in flying away, not even bothering to check if Yuan was still alive. He was absolutely certain that no Immortal could survive such an attack.
Monts after the Clan Leader flew off, Yuan erged from the mountain of rubble, completely unhard, his expression as calm as ever.
"He must be in quite the hurry to leave so quickly, not even bothering to check if I’m still alive," Yuan murmured, his gaze following the direction the Clan Leader had disappeared to.
"Are you going to chase after him, or are we going to leave now?" Feng Yuxiang asked.
"Leave?" Yuan shook his head and continued, "Why would I leave when we still have plenty of ti before we return to the Rising Phoenix Clan? Not to ntion the Ancient Seal isn’t in our possession yet."
"Then..."
"Let’s see what’s got him so worried," Yuan muttered, before soaring off in the direction the Clan Leader had vanished.
Soti later, the Clan Leader arrived at the scene, his eyes widening as he saw the elders still struggling to subdue Bai Xutao, whose cultivation had now surged to the 3rd level of God Ascension.
"You’re here, Clan Leader!" The Eleventh Elder hurried toward him upon noticing his arrival.
"What is this? Why is it taking you so long to subdue him?" The Clan Leader demanded, his frown deepening with frustration.
"That’s... He’s growing stronger with each passing mont," the Eleventh Elder said hesitantly, "but his cultivation isn’t the real problem we’re facing."
Before the Eleventh Elder could continue, the Clan Leader’s attention snapped to Bai Xutao, who unleashed a powerful roar that resonated with profound energy. The sound reverberated through the air, causing the Clan Leader’s bloodline to tremble in response.
"This feeling is—!" The Clan Leader’s eyes widened with disbelief after realizing sothing.
Seeing the Clan Leader’s reaction, the Eleventh Elder let out a deep sigh. "We believe the Young Master’s bloodline has awakened after consuming the Ancestor’s Blood Essence, and his ’Bloodline Authority’ is now above ours, making him nearly impossible to handle. We can’t even land a proper attack on him because our instincts force us not to harm him."
"What a fucking pain in the ass," the Clan Leader snapped, his face reddening and veins bulging with rage. "How many tis do I have to clean up your ss today?!"
"I’m sorry for being useless..." The Eleventh Elder murmured, lowering his head in sha.
"I’ll deal with you all later. Right now, I need to subdue him before his bloodline becos too powerful for to control," the Clan Leader growled, his tone full of annoyance.
With that, he went to confront Bai Xutao, intending to subdue him without taking his life.
anwhile, Yuan watched from a distance while hiding his presence with Shadow Veil.
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