Iron Shell's expression darkened.
He had not expected this Human Race cultivator to be so overbearing, too lazy to even speak with them. The moment he opened his mouth, he was driving them away. Even with Iron Shell's good temper, this man had stirred up some anger in him.
"Fellow cultivator, aren't you being too overbearing? We discovered this remnant soul of the Immortal Realm first—"
Screech!
A flash of bloody saber light streaked past.
Iron Shell only felt his mind grow hazy, and the surroundings turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Countless withered corpses crawled around him. The blood sea beneath his feet churned endlessly, pale claws clutching at his ankles, their icy touch unbearably real.
When he looked up, specks of crimson descended from above.
So beautiful.
Iron Shell subconsciously spread his arms as though he wished to embrace that falling veil of blood. His soul warned him without cease, and his body trembled. The Tribulation Power left inside his body from his attempt to break through to the Tribulation Crossing Realm circulated continuously, slowing his movements by half a beat.
Thud!
The sound of something heavy hitting the ground came from behind him, jolting Iron Shell awake. He instinctively turned around and discovered that more than half of the dozen or so experts he had brought were dead. Distinct blood marks had appeared on their necks. The sound he had just heard was the head of one of his clansmen beside him falling from his neck.
"When?!"
Alarmed and enraged, Iron Shell no longer dared conceal his strength. The Golden Bloodline within him surged toward his heart. Waves of heat spread outward with him at their center. The Great Elder of the Winged Human Race, Yi Linghui, who stood beside him, also