"What's your name!" Yang Buqu looked at the young man in front of him with a little surprise, is his father's pressure so terrifying?

"Fu Fu Sijie!" Fu Sijie tried his best to control the fear in his heart, Orientals?These two blood clans with noble and powerful bloodlines are actually Orientals, it is incredible.

"Are you a human or a blood clan?" Yang Buqu simply found a chair and sat in front of Fu Sijie to the left.

"Bloodline!" Jester's gaze couldn't help but flicker as his mind was clear and his speech was already more flexible

"Poof!" Yang's unyielding fist slammed into Jester's spine, the sudden pain almost made Jester unable to breathe, and he really couldn't understand why he was beaten as he bent like a shrimp ball on the ground.

"Boy, Chinese is very good, don't play tricks in front of me, do you know what I do? I don't know what to live and die, if your answer can satisfy me, maybe, you can still escape, join our family, and even let you have our bloodline, if you dare to brush the tricks, I will make you regret coming to this world" Squatting Yang Unyielding grabbed Jester's flowing blonde hair and said with a little hideousness

"Ahem!Ahem, I understand, I'm a blood clan, I'm a blood clan belonging to the Foster family!" Fu Sijie was really more obedient, and replied honestly, being intimidated by Yang Buqu, he really didn't dare to use his brain anymore.

"Foster family, how many people are in your family, how is your strength divided, and what is the realm of the strongest person?" Yang Buqu glanced at Yang Shaodi, and saw Yang Shaodi's thoughtful look, so he continued to ask

"Our family is not counting blood slaves, there are a total of 690 direct members, including five hundred viscounts, two hundred and eighty barons, nine earls, a family master who has just been promoted to a duke, there are hundreds of thousands of blood slaves distributed all over the world, and there are tens of thousands of blood slaves in this city!" Fu Sijie thought for a moment and said quickly.

"Nine earls and one duke? Yang Buqu's heart was already shaken, his strength was so strong, the low-end and high-end strength was three times that of his own family, and now there were less than three hundred blood clans who came out of the forest of death alive, two hundred and ninety viscounts, eight barons, and only himself and Yang Zhi reached the earl, if it weren't for his father killing and accumulating a lot of S-level Yuan Beasts, and the blood of an SS-level Yuan Beast, how could he and Yang Zhi evolve to the Earl realm, however, the strength and loyalty left behind are impeccable, if you give your family time to develop, Yang Buqu believes that her family can definitely stand on the top of the world quickly。

"I'm a baron, London doesn't know one of our families, there are eleven other families, we migrated from South Africa, and now London has become the stronghold of the blood clan!" Foster said with a complicated face

"What? Eleven more like your family, why did you migrate from South Africa?" Yang Bu suppressed the shock in the center, and his face was gloomy. The only consolation is that the strength of the blonde young baron in front of him is equivalent to that of a clansman in the realm of his own family's viscount.

"Well, the other seven families are all stronger than ours, but each of them only has one elder of the Duke realm. As for why we moved from South Africa to London, it was because of those hateful Saint Seiyas, if it weren't for them, how could our blood clan have all migrated to London from all over the world under the call of the Speaker. Foster said with an excited face.

"It's not just one of you who has migrated to London, but all the families? Isn't it that the blood clans of the whole world are concentrated in London? Isn't the Saint Seiya very powerful? Who is the Council Leader?" Yang Buqu's face became even more gloomy, and even Yang Shaodi frowned.

"The chairman is the most powerful man in our blood clan, his nickname is Chen, no one knows what he looks like, and I don't know why he is called a name similar to the East, but the chairman is definitely the most just and powerful man in our blood clan, and I don't know what kind of state his strength has reached, as for the Saint Seiya, they not only have many powerful disciples, but what is even more terrifying is that they have an innate restraint against our blood clan, especially the silver saint who has been promoted to the level of the red-clothed master, the so-called holy light can easily melt the pride of our blood clan**。 Foster's adoring look immediately turned resentful when he spoke of the Saint Seiya.

The atmosphere in the living room was silent for a while, Yang Buqu, who was known as a wise man, felt that his thoughts were floating for a while, when he thought he knew the world very well, the world seemed to be joking with him, Huaxia and foreign countries seemed to be in two different spaces and eras, although Huaxia has been at odds with the superpower since ancient times, and even hateful, but it is not completely unaware that the blood clan has grown to such a climate, is it with the mentality of fighting with the snipe and the clam ?

"Father, what else do you have no problems?" Yang Bu turned around, put one hand on his chest, and bowed to Yang Shaodi.

"Among the twelve families, which one is the weakest?" Yang Shaodi looked at Fu Sijie with a contemplative face

"It's our Foster family, if it weren't for our family being slaughtered by the Saint Seiya on the way to thousands of elites, our family would definitely be in the top three. Fu Sijie's angry face swallowed at Yang Shaodi's frown.

"Thousands of elites, who are you referring to?" Yang Shaodi's index finger beat rhythmically on the seat.

"There are five hundred viscounts, three hundred barons, and two hundred earls, the most heart-wrenching thing is that the last patriarch of our family, who has the strength of a duke, was also surrounded and killed by the Golden Twelve Saints and a God Fighter" Fu Sijie's face was full of sadness.

"Golden Saint Seiya, God Fighter, how powerful are they, the blood clan with the strength of the Duke, his pseudo-wings should be able to fly for a short time, don't they even have a chance to escape?" Yang Shaodi's eyes suddenly stared at Fu Sijie extremely indifferently, Fu Sijie's writhing body instantly stiffened, and his expression was even more frightened.

"Your Excellency, I don't have a word of lie, everything I said is true, although that battle was the elite of the family, I was not present, but this is a real fact, you can prove that I am not lying if you inquire a little in London" Fu Sijie's whole body fell to the ground, and after that frightened expression, there was a hint of admiration.

"My lord, don't you know the power of the Golden Saint Seiya, they can instantly burst out of their own dozens of times their potential when they develop their sixth sense, that is a comprehensive improvement, not a single increase in strength or speed, as for the God Fighter, it is already out of the scope of human limits, they have developed a mysterious seventh sense, their one look, can make thousands of our blood clans turn into ashes, the number of people in front of them is just a number. Fusjie said with palpitations

"Compared to the blood clan of the Duke realm and the god fighter, who is stronger and who is weak?" Yang Shaodi's indifferent eyes flashed with a hint of shock, had he already developed a seventh sense?

"It must be a god fighter! Because their Holy Light innate surname restrains the body of our blood clan, maybe it takes three to four dukes to be on par with a god fighter, but if you want to kill them, you have to pay the lives of at least three dukes, among our blood clan, only the council leader can fight with the god fighter, and the wings of our blood clan can only be used at night, if they are used during the day, it will be turned into ashes by the flames, and it will be difficult for all the patriarchs to escape. Fu Sijie's expression was extremely rich, there was nervousness, strangeness, helplessness, the adult in front of him was undoubtedly a blood clan, but why could he have such terrifying strength at such a young age, why didn't he even know the most basic knowledge of the blood clan?