Rite of Succession as Holy Son (Second Update! Please Subscribe!)

Boom, boom, boom...

After one battle after another, several hours later, Pei Ling successfully climbed onto the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eighth level of the Ten Thousand Races Blood Ladder. One more level, and he would reach the Holy Son's Blood Seat!

At that moment, Pei Ling was more cautious than ever.

The more critical the moment, the less he could afford to let down his guard!

The foreign race on this level of the Blood Ladder slowly materialized. Its features were handsome, its sex impossible to discern, and its hair and eyes were gold. Golden-red feathers grew behind its ears. It was unmistakably the foreign race that had ranked first among the Ten Races bearing trays when Pei Ling won the Outer Sect Grand Competition.

Its aura was at the peak of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, just one step away from the Nascent Soul Late Stage!

Boom, boom, boom...

After a fierce battle, Pei Ling unleashed every means at his disposal and successfully dispatched it.

He quickly glanced around. Seeing that no one had challenged him, he let out a quiet sigh of relief and placed one foot on the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-ninth level of the Blood Ladder. The Holy Son's Blood Seat was right before him.

But just then, Sect Master Su Lijing's voice suddenly sounded in his ear. "Kill the Eight Sects' true disciples."

Hearing this, Pei Ling immediately stopped. He had no desire to let anything go wrong at this final moment, but he did not dare lightly disobey the Sect Master's orders.

He immediately replied via voice transmission, "Sect Master, the Ten Thousand Races Blood Ladder allows only ascent, not retreat. The Eight Sects' true disciples refuse to come up and challenge me. There's nothing I can do."

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