This time, perhaps because his cultivation had risen, the Ancestor Bloodline erupted far more fiercely.
Lin Xuan estimated that Long Ze had seemingly reached the level of a pseudo-Emperor just now. Unfortunately, beneath the pressure of a bloodline at the very pinnacle, he had been utterly stripped of all splendor.
Before he could even bloom with his own radiance, all his power had collapsed in an instant. Even his origin seemed to have been damaged, and his aura had plummeted drastically.
"Is this thing still of any use?"
Lin Xuan asked Lan An within his Spiritual Sea.
Lan An came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "He shouldn't be dead yet, Master. Let me try controlling him first."
Lin Xuan nodded, and Lan An surged out of the Pure Yang Core, materializing beside Lin Xuan.
Long Ze, lying there like a dead dog, suddenly had his pupils constrict as he stared at Lan An in disbelief.
"Y-you... Aah!"
He trembled out a single word, but before he could finish speaking, he screamed miserably.
Lin Xuan clearly saw Lan An's hands thrust sharply into Long Ze's skull.
They did not damage Long Ze's flesh, yet they had simply pierced inside in such an eerie manner.
An instant later, Lan An forcibly pulled out a Pure Yang Core. Strangely, this Pure Yang Core was battered and broken, as though it might shatter at any moment.
"Master, it can still be used. I just don't know whether it can still give off its last flicker of heat."
Lan An looked at Lin Xuan.
"B-bastard... Lan..."
Long Ze howled in terror, his words broken and disjointed, unable to form even a complete sentence.
Neither Lin Xuan nor Lan An paid him any heed. Lin Xuan said directly, "Control him first. We'll discuss everything