Reinforcements

At the mention of Longcheng, Wen Ruyu had barely uttered the words "Eagle-Raising Grand General" when a cloud of blackish-red mist suddenly burst from Ying Qin's body. Scarlet as blood and hard as iron, the blackish-red mist whirled rapidly around Ying Qin, accompanied by faint waves of ghostly wails and howls, as if countless vengeful ghosts were struggling and shrieking within it.

Lin Qi's gaze flickered. This should be the Blood Qin Empire's hereditary secret art that Elder Qing had described—the Iron-Blood Emperor Art. It was an incomparably fierce and tyrannical technique, one that used slaughter as its finest means of cultivation and, as one's battle energy rose, could strengthen mental power to an unimaginable realm.

Ying Qin's cultivation was not high, merely at the peak of the Heaven Rank, with one foot half-stepped into the Saint Realm. Given his age and background, he could not be considered a cultivation genius, much less diligent and hardworking. Lin Qi keenly noticed that the aura Ying Qin emitted was somewhat muddled and impure. Clearly, much of this strength had been piled up through external means.

But the Iron-Blood Emperor Art was, after all, a secret art passed down within the Blood Qin imperial family. The aura Ying Qin released hung heavily over the Warm Jade Fragrant Pavilion like a mountain, its iron-blooded killing intent spilling in every direction. Wen Ruyu's body trembled a few times, while the girls behind her all collapsed to the floor in fright, pinned helplessly beneath that terrifying pressure.

"Longcheng!" Ying Qin slammed a palm down on the square table, shattering it to pieces. Countless bowls and plates crashed to the floor. The elderly eunuchs standing behind him hurriedly bent forward, a flash of cold, sinister sharpness gleaming from their narrowed eyes.

"You stinking bitch, aren't you just