Ye Haochuan did not react to Anna’s provocative words, only gazing vigilantly at the wooden coffin.
"What... what is this?" Zhang Wei appeared before Ye Haochuan at so point, murmuring dazedly.
There were originally countless Blood Clan cultivators between him and Ye Haochuan, but now all the Blood Clan cultivators had knelt on the ground, completely unable to stop them.
This was the best ti for them to kill these blood clans, yet at this mont, none of the Xuann mbers were in the mood to do so, as the phenonon of the stone coffin was incredibly terrifying.
Zhang Wei, still sowhat rational, knew to bring people to Ye Haochuan’s side imdiately and protect him steadfastly in the center.
To Zhang Wei’s words, Ye Haochuan rely shook his head lightly without any further response.
"Should I send soone over to take a look?" Zhang Wei asked tentatively.
Ye Haochuan still did not answer, only furrowing his brow more tightly.
Zhang Wei assud Ye Haochuan’s silence was acquiescence and nodded to soone beside him.
The person understood, swallowed, and slowly stepped forward.
Thump~
Suddenly, a sound resembling a heartbeat echoed throughout the stone chamber.
Ye Haochuan’s eyes abruptly widened in surprise.
He was unsure whether that heartbeat ca from outside or within his own body because, at that mont, his heart indeed beat intensely.
He slowly turned his head to look around at the others, discovering their expressions were even more exaggerated than his.
The most miserable was the cultivator who had stepped forward earlier; he was now bleeding from his seven orifices, shock etched on his face, having lost all life signs.
Clearly, the heartbeat was not a re tiny throb from soone’s body but rather an eerie cultivation technique that affected the entire stone chamber.
Thump~
Another heartbeat resounded, and the scene virtually repeated itself.
This ti, Ye Haochuan was sowhat prepared, but still filled with fear.
The ability to disrupt the breath of everyone around so casually was utterly unreasonable.
At that mont, he seed to see a towering Buddha statue standing before him. The Buddha’s eyes were half-closed and half-open, disdaining all beings; anyone who saw this Buddha would stop in awe and fear.
No one dared to reason with such a gigantic Buddha because whatever it said was the truth, an inviolable truth.
Ye Haochuan had never felt this before in his life. Even when he encountered Hu Ji, who incarnated as a Fallen Angel, he did not experience such a sensation.
"What kind of existence is this?" Ye Haochuan muttered to himself.
He could actually guess that inside the coffin was probably a legendary ancestor of the Blood Clan or simply the king of the Blood Clan.
Yet he couldn’t understand why the Blood Clan would have such a powerful figure, an existence completely beyond the Nascent Soul Peak, clearly coming from the sa realm as Hu Ji.
With such a strong individual appearing, who in this world could withstand them? Why would they remain hidden, allowing the Blood Clan to beco rely a branch of the Dark Church?
Screech~
The lid of the wooden coffin slowly shifted aside.
Inside the coffin, a handso man lay quietly. The man’s hair was entirely black on the left and white on the right, with a distinct dividing line.
Ye Haochuan didn’t need to count or even try, but he was clearly aware that the hair on both sides was perfectly equal in number. This realization wasn’t told by anyone nor was it confird by himself; it seed simply natural.
The man slowly opened his eyes, a fleeting glimr flashing across them.
At that mont, Ye Haochuan’s consciousness abruptly lost its way for a brief instant, and following that instant, he realized the man was already calmly standing beside the coffin.
He didn’t know when the man stood up nor by what ans, as if the man had always been standing.
Ye Haochuan shook his head hard, trying to clear the haze from his mind, but it was all in vain.
"An illusion?" Ye Haochuan asked himself inside.
"Indeed, it must be an illusion. How could the king of the Blood Clan have yellow skin and brown eyes?"
"Unexpectedly, the Blood Clan, known for their bloodthirsty nature and terrifying physical strength, are also so adept in illusion techniques..."
For a mont, Ye Haochuan’s head swirled with various thoughts.
"Not good!" Ye Haochuan suddenly exclaid in cold sweat.
If the opponent was the enemy, no matter how powerful they were, he shouldn’t be stunned by fear; such reaction could only lead to a quicker death.
He desperately shook his head, attempting to shake out the sense of helplessness.
"Ah~"
In a panic, Ye Haochuan forcibly summoned a blue skeleton head. The blue skeleton head’s long howl finally made his head feel a little clearer.
But as he opened his eyes to look, the scene remained unchanged.
"Oh?" the handso man with hair half black and half white uttered a soft, curious exclamation, looking at Ye Haochuan with interest.
After a mont, he seed to understand sothing, looked at Ye Haochuan with keen interest, and said, "Truly a fortunate fellow."
Seeing the hint of appreciation in the handso man’s eyes, Ye Haochuan felt even more shocked.
He glanced at the others and found Zhang Wei and the rest, including Anna, had all knelt in shock and terror, without exception.
In the entire stone chamber, the only ones still standing were Ye Haochuan and this handso man, further indicating the man’s formidable power.
"What good is fortune if I’m up against you? Do I still have chances to grow?" Ye Haochuan smiled bitterly.
"Ha ha, do you really think I would kill you?" The handso man suddenly grinned.
Ye Haochuan asked in puzzlent, "I killed your strongest subordinates and intended to annihilate your Blood Clan completely. Don’t you hate ?"
"Blood Clan?" The handso man chuckled lightly. "These guys are rely my pawns to collect so essential blood for my healing; the Blood Clan itself is not sothing I care about."
Nani? Why does this plot feel so strange?
Ye Haochuan was deeply confused; such a significant force as the Blood Clan were rely inconsequential pawns?
Yet, thinking about it, given the man’s formidable power, the world’s entities probably ant nothing to him, so why would he care about a small Blood Clan?
"So you’re saying you won’t kill ?" Ye Haochuan asked tentatively.
"Originally, I thought you disturbed my rest and ought to die! But seeing you’re quite talented and fortunate, perhaps you might be the next erging talent among the Hua Clan; killing you would indeed be a pity," the handso man replied with a smile.
"Hua Clan? Are you a Huaxia cultivator too?" Ye Haochuan was incredibly shocked.
He always thought Yang Sen and Ye Hao were supposed to be the strongest in Huaxia, never imagining soone even more powerful existed.
Now he could finally confirm that this handso man didn’t appear like this in an illusion but was indeed of yellow-skinned Huaxia descent.
"Hua Clan differs slightly from your Huaxia!" the handso man laughed. "It’s too early to talk about this now. You will naturally know once you ascend the Ascension Ladder."
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