Before everyone's eyes, Qin Jiuge held a Suiren Blade in his right hand, constantly streaking through the air under the control of his Bloodline Power.
Beyond his formidable physical body, there was also his exceptionally exquisite combat style.
Though his strength had not even broken through the Life and Death Realm, every movement he made seemed filled with the primal, savage fury of Bloodline Power. His exquisitely honed techniques slaughtered in every direction without pause.
Wherever the Bloodline Power swept through, streams of bloody blades burst forth with tremendous destructive force.
One Blue-faced Wolf after another fell to the ground, all becoming corpses.
The other younger members of the Three-Eyed Royal Clan, who had followed the sounds from behind, had still harbored doubts just moments ago. Now, however, they all fell silent, staring wide-eyed at the trash they had once disdained, who had somehow gained such astonishing fortune.
For the vast majority of them, this was not necessarily a good thing.
"This brat actually pulled it off. The Fortune of our Three-Eyed Royal Clan's generation is truly this powerful—we've produced another peerless genius. If this succeeds, our entire Three-Eyed Royal Clan will surely achieve even greater things."
Voices rang out once more. Unlike before, most people in the group now looked at Yao Wuchang with faces full of admiration.
This was the wholehearted submission of the weak to the strong, something rooted deep in the bones of the Demon Race.
As long as you were strong enough, you were the truth.
"Brat, study these combat techniques well. One day, when your master no longer controls you, you too will become a strong expert in your own right, rather than merely your master's puppet doll."
Qin Jiuge's grandfatherly voice slowly rang out, as though he truly meant Yao Wuchang well.
"Yes,