Yao Xing Ji died just like that.
From his grandiose speech to his death and annihilation, the entire process lasted only a few breaths. He did not even have the chance to beg for mercy before becoming a twisted corpse, his soul ground to dust along with him.
"Squeak, squeak!"
A strange, rodent-like cry rang out. Yao Xing Ji's body convulsed, then his chest suddenly exploded. A pitch-black object shot out. Upon closer inspection, it was a heart, pounding furiously!
This bizarre scene made the white-robed young man's hair stand on end. He collapsed onto the ground, gasping sharply as though suffocating.
As a Heavenly Prodigy of the Yao Clan, he had lived a pampered life since birth. Aside from the few servants he had beaten to death after failed alchemy attempts, he had almost never seen blood.
Yao Xing Ji's grotesque death was undoubtedly the bloodiest and most despairing scene he had ever witnessed.
"Tut, tut."
Raising a hand to pick up the still-beating heart, Hun Ruoruo curled her lips into a faint, teasing smile. "I truly did not expect that even a cripple who burned his bloodline, like Yao Xing Ji, could still yield such considerable bloodline power and divine abilities."
"I just wonder what changes would occur if I, a member of the Soul Clan, devoured an Ancestor of your Yao Clan?"
Her languid voice, still carrying a trace of unfinished interest, instantly made the white-robed man's expression change drastically.
"Y-you can devour the divine abilities of my Yao Clan?"
He trembled as he shouted harshly, "What exactly is your relationship with the Tunling Clan?!"
"Hm?"
Hearing this, Hun Ruoruo was unusually surprised. A moment later, she showed a look of understanding and smiled seductively. "I never expected the Ancient Clan not to have told you even