Make Hun Miesheng serve me as Lord!
Not to mention Central Continent—even within the Soul Clan itself, this would be an utterly shocking matter.
At the peak of the four-star Dou Saint realm, Hall Master of the Soul Hall, and one of the Soul Clan's clan elders—every one of Hun Miesheng's identities was enough to make countless people go weak at the knees or even kneel. He was a true killing god whose name could stop children from crying.
Yet now, he was going to kneel before someone else and even offer up his loyalty!
Was that really... possible?
Inside the hall, overwhelming pressure surged incessantly. Each wave carried enough force to make an ordinary Dou Zun faint on the spot, and each was steeped in such dense, bloody killing intent that it made one nauseous.
Yet the girl standing at the heart of that pressure merely gazed calmly at the man before her.
A nine-colored radiance seemed to rise in her eyes, like the Heavenly Dao hanging high above—cold and merciless, allowing the Blood Sea's onslaught to strike without harming her in the slightest.
"You think these methods are enough to test me?" A contemptuous curve touched Hun Ruoruo's lips.
The next moment, she raised a finger and lightly tapped the empty air.
"Buzz—"
A bead of blood seeped from her fingertip. In an instant, it pierced through the frozen space and shot straight toward the man.
Divine Bloodline!
With her blood and qi restored to their peak and her bloodline fully awakened, Hun Ruoruo no longer needed to restrain herself as she had in the past. The moment she attacked, she had already drawn upon the Bloodline Power within her body.
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