PS: I'm sorry, but this trip didn't go well, so I spent an extra day out of town. Life, what a mess. By the way, pay tribute to a certain persecuted playing software. (I don't know if the starting point will even block its name, so it's good for those who understand it.) ）

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"True Ancestor...... Are you serious......?"

In the brightly lit hall, there were twelve figures kneeling under the throne, all of them were men, except for the first one, who had a dark complexion, the rest were all Caucasian, and their complexions were frighteningly white.

The black man at the head asked the presence on the throne in the most careful tone.

His voice trembled, and even to the closest person behind him, the man's figure trembled slightly, which made him look particularly ridiculous in his tall, muscular appearance.

But at this time, no one can laugh.

Because, this hall is being filled with a breath.

Chaos, tyranny, and bloodlust familiar to all here.

At this moment, sitting on the throne, it seems that the existence is no longer a noble and elegant blood clan, but a prehistoric beast, showing its claws and choosing people to devour.

With the black man's question, the tyrannical aura became three points stronger again out of thin air, and the people who knelt on the ground felt that the blood and blood energy in their bodies began to be pulled, as if they were about to run out of their bodies and fly towards the source of this breath.

"What's the problem?"

The man seated at the top of the throne was holding a delicate crystal cup in his hand, and the blood-red liquid swirled in the cup, which was thrillingly beautiful.

Lin Ming's tone was very calm, which formed a stark contrast to the qi that was constantly pouring out of him from this moment.

"Big ...... My lord...... The Celestial Empire is the chassis of the cultivators...... Although they are now in decline, those powerful people who once existed have left behind extremely powerful means...... The most powerful of them is something that even the strongest of us can't contend with...... Moreover...... Our people have a fatal weakness......"

It can be seen that the strength of the black man is the strongest among the kneeling crowd, and he is the only one who can speak a complete sentence in this coercion.

"True Ancestor...... Lawrence Fried was right...... To be honest, we would rather go to the Vatican and fight with the descendants of those birdmen than dare to step into the Celestial Empire...... Otherwise, we wouldn't have rescued you this way......"

Jack Smith is second only to Lawrence in strength, and his bloodline is even more noble, and at this moment, after a long time of accumulation, he said all the points he wanted to say in one breath.

His blunt remarks drew the attention of everyone around him, most of whom had a hint of schadenfreude in their eyes.

"Good fellow, so bold, I bet he won't survive three breaths!"

An older, silver-haired old man thought.

"I'm betting he'll drain all his blood!"

"I bet he'll be cut off and nailed!"

“……”

"Humph!"

Lin Ming, who was sitting on the throne, cleared his throat and stood up.

"Jack Smith, what if I have a reason to go to the Celestial Empire?"

He narrowed his eyes, so that the glow that emanated from his eyes would not look so terrifying.

"What if I've found a way to crack those strange Dao techniques?"

"What if I already have the strength to be proud of those strong people?"

After three questions, Lin Ming took three steps down the stairs, and by the end of the third question, he had walked to the level ground and stopped in front of Jack.

“……”

Jack was completely speechless, not because the three questions were too persuasive, but because he had been overwhelmed by the momentum emanating from Lin Ming's body.

Unable to breathe, and with no gas in his lungs, he naturally couldn't get anything.

"It's so strong...... This power ......"

Being so close, Jack could feel the momentum on Lin Ming's body, and that feeling was like facing the Sky Moon as a mortal.

Moreover, you must know that this True Ancestor has only just been awakened, and most of his strength has not been recovered, but the momentum emanating from him has already reached this level.

It's hard to imagine what kind of level he would reach if he was given some more time to recover from this True Ancestor.

"What if, I tell you, the biggest flaw that can crack our race is in the Celestial Empire?"

Lin Ming leaned down and almost reached Jack's ear to say these words.

Then he stopped there, but strode out of the palace from among the kneeling in two rows.

Hunting with the hem of the garment is like facing a gale.

"Whew...... Whew......"

It wasn't until Lin Ming's figure disappeared outside the temple gate that the blood clan bosses who were kneeling on the ground were relieved, and it was only a few seconds before Lin Ming stood in front of them, but for them, these seconds were no less than centuries.

Lawrence...... What should we do?"

In the blood clan society, the bloodline rank is above all else, and in the face of the true ancestor, no one dares to disobey orders.

"This is the last true ancestor of my clan, and he has been around longer than all of us combined......

Lawrence struggled to calm the blood surging in his body, and his eyes were already blood-red.

Jack knew that this meant that Lawrence was in a state of extreme seriousness.

"Ready, let's go to the Celestial Empire, I'll go and inform a few other clans that we can still trust at the moment, and add 'that' reason in the name of 'True Ancestor', I believe that we will be able to gather an army of unprecedented size in the near future. ”

An old man among the crowd said, his tone was quite righteous and awe-inspiring, however, what he didn't expect was that after he said this, everyone cast cold eyes on him.

"Oh, this important task will be handed over to you~ The blood god is on top, we are optimistic about you~~~"

True Ancestor had already walked away, and there was no longer that oppression that seemed to come from the Demon Lord of Hell in this hall, and Jack's tone began to become frivolous.

"You're ......!"

As if he was angry with such an attitude, and as if he suddenly realized that his proposal was a stupid move, the old man stretched out a hand and pointed at Jack, who looked provocative, and couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

His eyes began to redden, and it was evident that he had decided to refresh his presence in a different way after being crushed by his IQ.

"Jack, if you have any high opinions, please say it!

Seeing that the two sides were about to clash, Lawrence acted as a peacemaker, keeping Jack away from the crowd and using himself as a barrier to separate the two.

"The soldiers and horses have not moved, the grain and grass go first!"

Jack swept the faces of everyone present with a mocking look, and then spat out a crepe sentence.