Blood Madman raised his hand and seized the spearhead. It stopped less than a millimeter from his eyes. "A Domain Heir with no bloodline aura. You're from either the Martial Ancestor Domain or the Secret Ancestor Domain." As he spoke, dozens of corpse dragons appeared behind him and charged at the man in white armor. The armored man spun his spear, shaving Blood Madman's hand down to bone, then effortlessly blasted the corpse dragons apart before smashing the weapon toward him. Blood Madman laughed wildly as flesh grew over the bones of his hand, quickly restoring it. At the same time, purple patterns appeared around him: Eight-pattern Battle Qi.
Bang!
The violent collision sent shock waves sweeping through the cauldron. Everyone was caught in the blast and felt the terrifying force.
Lu Yin was aghast. So this was the power of someone at the Ten Arbiters' level. He couldn't get involved in a fight like this—not yet.
"We're lucky. A Domain Heir actually showed up," the Fatty said with relief.
Young Master Bai looked puzzled. "Which domain is this Domain Heir from? There are Three Ancestors and Nine Domains, so we ought to recognize him. But this man is a stranger."
Miss Qing's gaze sharpened. "What if he isn't a Domain Heir?"
Young Master Bai looked at her, and their eyes met. "If that's the case, we still won't be able to avoid a fight to the death."
"What are you two talking about?" The Fatty was bewildered.
Lu Yin said calmly, "They mean that if that person isn't a Domain Heir, then he's one of the Ten Arbiters from the Fifth Continent."
Young Master Bai and the others weren't the only ones who were confused. Everyone else was, too. There were only nine Domain Heirs among the Three Ancestors