Chapter 715: Chapter 711: Relationships (Second Update)

Blood Clan non-pure-blooded beastmen are not undying, moreover, Shen Ci’an knows the weaknesses of the Blood Clan Beastman’s body, and knows how to kill them precisely.

The traitors who harm their own kind should be dealt with by him.

The power he possesses now, though temporary, is unstoppable when wielded.

The enemies attacking the Holy Mountain are swiftly consumed by the Blood Clan’s superpower the instant the threads explode.

Their blood drains at a visibly fast pace, their eyes bulging, unable to let out a single scream before their bodies collapse.

With their blood depleted, their skin quickly shrivels, and in an instant, they are lifeless.

The Pavilion Master of the Blood Killing Pavilion looked on at the events unfolding before him, feeling the overwhelming bloodline pressure.

The terror in his eyes turned into madness.

He knew that if he didn’t give it his all today, he would surely die.

"This kind of power... it’s not right, it’s impossible."

"It’s just a tree, we Blood Clan Pure-blooded Beastmen don’t need a tree’s recognition, don’t need a tree to grant us power."

This completely overthrew all his beliefs.

Beastmen are the strongest, and spirit plants are the lowest existence; how could they compare to beastmen?

Besides, they, the Blood Clan Pure-blooded Beastmen, were supposed to be the beastmen born at the creation of the world.

How could there possibly be a Holy Tree?

"You’re just faking."

The Pavilion Master of the Blood Killing Pavilion thought he was just using some strange trick to confuse him.

He absolutely didn’t believe Shen Jinsuo possessed such power.

No, he’s no longer Shen Jinsuo; the divided Blood Emperor’s body was no longer the Blood Emperor, and his power had weakened greatly.

This was his chance to kill him.

He let out a loud roar, and all around him, the blood-colored Gang Qi erupted, pouring out all the Blood Clan’s superpower without reservation, his black-red robe flapping ominously, and the killing intent around him was nearly ripping apart the blood mist.

Immediately, he pulled out from his bosom an ancient blood-colored artifact.

It was a blood jade dagger the size of a palm, its body shrouded in a faint blood-colored aura. It was the Blood Clan Holy Artifact he had stolen from the Blood Race Holy Mountain years ago, said to contain the Spirit Vein of the Blood Clan and enhance one’s Blood Clan powers.

Shen Ci’an’s lips curled into a wickedly enchanting smile, "So the Holy Artifact is with you."

This Holy Artifact dagger was specifically designed by the Blood Clan to judge Pure-blooded Beastmen.

After its disappearance years ago, no one expected it would end up in this person’s hands.

"Even with the Holy Artifact, it’s useless now."

Shen Ci’an understood that he must quickly win this battle.

He rapidly harnessed the power from Xuan Che’s sacrificial Holy Tree.

The blood mist swirling around him suddenly concentrated, and the blood threads scattering in the air swiftly gathered into his palm, transforming almost instantly into a three-foot-long blood red Battle Blade.

The Blood Blade was entirely crimson, its blade shimmering with a crystalline blood-colored sheen, emitting a palpably unsettling pressure. Every inch of the blade contained the ancient Blood Clan power bestowed by the Holy Tree, far surpassing the power of Blood Clan Pure-blooded Beastmen.

The Pavilion Master of the Blood Killing Pavilion, wielding the blood jade dagger, dashed toward Shen Ci’an, aiming directly at his chest.

Shen Ci’an’s eyes turned cold, and with a gentle swing of his Blood Blade, a scarlet arc of Blade Qi whistled out, clashing with the dagger’s Gang Qi. With a crisp "crack", the Blood Clan Holy Artifact, treasured by the Pavilion Master as a perfect gem, was effortlessly cleaved in two by the Blood Blade. The broken dagger shards, carrying a faint spiritual glow, were devoured by the blood mist in an instant.

With the Holy Artifact destroyed, the Pavilion Master’s pupils contracted sharply, and a massive wave of terror rose within him.

He couldn’t believe the strength disparity was so vast.

But before he could react, Shen Ci’an appeared ghost-like before him, his Blood Blade descending with world-destroying force.

The Pavilion Master fought back with all his might, invoking numerous Magic Artifacts.

But despite all his power, he was no match for Shen Ci’an at this moment.

He tried to escape, but inexplicably, the space of the Holy Mountain seemed to have been inversely sealed.

His Teleportation Stone and escaping Magic Artifacts were rendered useless.

The two were instantly entangled, battling amid the swarming blood mist and thunder.

He looked down, seeing scarlet blood gushing forth along the Blood Blade, staining his robes red.

"No... how can it be?"

His eyes were full of utmost resentment and confusion.

He firmly believed he could not die.

He had once been killed by Shen Ci’an, but eventually, he reformed his body through countless years, awakened, and even regained his strength.

He was a Pure-blooded Beastman, with an Undying Body.

But at this moment, he indeed felt himself dying, killed by Shen Ci’an.

He raised his head with difficulty, looking at Shen Ci’an, his voice weak yet filled with endless obsession, "How can the Blood Clan have a Holy Tree?"

"We Pure-blooded Beastmen... are the first beastmen born of heaven and earth... why would we need the approval of a mere tree..."

"It clearly... has clearly withered... how can it possess such strong Power..."

His voice grew increasingly faint, unable to muster any strength.

He could only look at Shen Ci’an with an obsessive plea, hoping he would provide answers.

He made all the preparations, yet died under the Power of a tree.

He knew it was Shen Jinsuo’s fragmented body that was sacrificed, activating the tree’s Power, enhancing Shen Ci’an’s body.

But the tree was still withered.

It was imaginable how strong the Power would be if the tree were whole.

A Spirit Plant is merely the lowest form, how can its Power compare to beastmen.

Shen Ci’an looked toward the distant horizon, a dark hue flashing in his enchanting, narrow eyes.

"I’m not sure either, just remember that when I became the Blood Queen, some voices flashed in my mind, and a red tree appeared in my sea of consciousness, its leaves also blood-red; it is the Holy Tree of the Blood Clan, or more precisely, the Blood Tree."

"Some incantations and Secret Techniques usable by the Blood Emperor were also told to me by it in my mind."

"It has long since withered but still retained a trace of Power; if not for you this time, I wouldn’t have remembered these things."

It felt as if after once being acknowledged by the Holy Tree, the memories regarding it in his mind had been sealed thereafter.

This time at a life-and-death moment, the sealed memories regarding the Holy Tree in his mind suddenly opened.

He knew of the Sacrificial Method, knew how to borrow the Holy Tree’s Power.

Knew how to perform the Ancient Ceremony.

Thinking of his wife mentioning the Xuanyuan Clan also having a Holy Tree, he appeared thoughtful.

Perhaps, the Beast World isn’t quite what they understood it to be.

The Pavilion Master of the Blood Killing Pavilion listened, the light in his eyes gradually fading.

He still had many doubts, but no answers.

It turns out Pure-blooded Beastmen can die.

Turns out the Power of a Spirit Plant can kill them.

In the end, the Pavilion Master of the Blood Killing Pavilion died with unwillingness and regret.

Shen Ci’an felt the mighty Power brought by the Ancient Ceremony was also gradually fading.

The Power belonging to the outside world was disappearing.

At this moment, the blood aura of the Holy Mountain and the blood mist in the air were also being absorbed by that withered Holy Tree.

Shen Ci’an knew he had to quickly deal with the matters of the Blood Clan on the Holy Mountain.

After resolving everything here, he wanted to find his wife.

He missed her terribly.

It seemed like a long, long time since he last saw her.

Although Shen Jinsuo had spent some time by her side,

Shen Jinsuo was him yet not wholly him, it was different.

He gazed in the direction of Piaomiao City, murmuring a phrase, his voice light and ethereal like a gentle muslin stirring the heart, because of longing, even the corners of his eyes were tinged with a faint blush, he pressed his hand against his chest, suppressing the agitation at his heart, "Wife, I’m back."

"Soon, I can go find my wife."

"If my wife blames me, it would be rightful."

At this moment, Shen Ci’an gave a seductively charming smile, his entire being lazy yet exuding an allure.

Shen Ci’an was eager to deal with the Blood Clan matters on the Holy Mountain.

After the spatial lock here was lifted, blood clan beastmen from all around discovered the Summoning Order and rushed back toward the Holy Mountain.

Especially the Blood Shadow Guards and powerful elders being summoned back to handle Blood Clan matters and protect the Blood Clan, Shen Ci’an no longer needed to worry about these.

Only, Shen Ci’an’s strength had weakened.

Shen Ci’an once more came beside the withered Holy Tree, discovering that unexpectedly a slender yet vibrant branch sprouted on its withered branch, with a red leaf upon it.

Shen Ci’an was momentarily stunned, "Are you about to resurrect?"

"Can Xuan Che’s sacrifice allow your resurrection?"

Shen Ci’an knew why at the critical moment it was Xuan Che who made the sacrifice.

He could feel that Xuan Che also fell in love with Su Muyao, but he knew that the one Su Muyao loved and needed should be him, so he willingly sacrificed himself and returned him.