Lord Guden's Excitement

Time rewound to three minutes earlier.

Several thousand kilometers from the battlefield.

Lord Luoga, Lord Guden, and Lord Lance stood side by side, gazing at the distant battlefield.

They had arrived a minute earlier, just in time to see Li Yilin comprehend the Time Law and Bertin pull him into his Internal World.

When he saw Li Yilin comprehend the Time Law and swiftly cross its threshold, Lord Guden could not help exclaiming, "The Time Law? That kid's talent seems to have been underestimated."

The Giant Axe Arena actually had an evaluation system for all "Giant Axe Warriors." The greater one's talent, the higher the evaluation.

If a highly rated genius could be recruited into the Martial Arena, they could even join the core directly as a core member and receive the Giant Axe Arena's finest training.

At first, the Giant Axe Arena had rated Li Yilin as an ordinary genius. That rating was quite low; basically, any Domain Lord who performed reasonably well could receive it.

Only after Li Yilin obtained the title of "Giant Axe Warrior" and comprehended the Thunder Law did the Giant Axe Arena raise his evaluation to "Level Three Elite."

But now, with his comprehension of the Time Law and his ability to cross its threshold, he could already be promoted to "Level Two Elite." It was even possible that he could reach the higher rank of "Level One Elite."

In such a short time, he had made the Martial Arena revise its assessment of him again and again. That alone was enough to show his ability.

"Under the pressure of World Force, he can still use a phantom body. It looks like the Spirit Reader flight secret technique, the Ten Thousand Line Flow—but isn't that kid a Fighter?" Lord Guden frowned.

"It isn't the Ten Thousand Line Flow." Lord Lance narrowed his golden eyes slightly, the three blue markings on his left cheek still flickering with faint light.

"It's a secret technique more profound than the Ten Thousand Line Flow." The Ten Thousand Line Flow could not keep a phantom body in existence for so long. Moreover, its Clone was merely a combat technique produced by extreme speed, offering limited improvement to one's strength.

Yet Li Yilin's Clone, though it appeared to be only one, had nearly replicated all of his original body's strength and could remain for a long time. How was that any different from gaining a helper with the same strength as himself?

"Isn't that kid a native?" Lord Guden raised a brow. The snake scale between his brows reflected dazzling green light as his curiosity deepened. "A native, yet he possesses a secret technique more profound than the Ten Thousand Line Flow passed down among Immortals. Could it be that he encountered some extraordinary opportunity?"

"An opportunity?" Lord Luojia's eyes lit up. "I like opportunities."

"Nonsense. Who doesn't?" Lord Guden rolled his eyes and continued watching the distant battlefield, his emerald snake eyes flashing with strange light.

Lord Lance turned to look at Lord Luojia, who had clearly become excited upon hearing the word "opportunity," and frowned slightly.

He knew exactly what kind of person his friend was. Without a second thought, he warned, "Luoga, don't get any improper ideas. We can't afford to provoke the Red Blood King."

Although Li Yilin had not joined the Giant Axe Arena, he had caught Sawatdee's eye. Sawatdee had always been protective of his own, and being under his protection meant Li Yilin had already been considered one of his people.

They might not care about Sawatdee himself, but they could not pretend not to see the Red Blood King standing behind him.

At the mention of the Red Blood King, Lord Luojia instantly calmed down.

As the three spoke, the distant battle reached its most crucial moment.

When they saw Li Yilin seemingly receive some sort of stimulus, violet light erupting from his entire body, and a deep dragon roar crossing countless spans of space to ring clearly in their ears, all three men's expressions changed. They unconsciously stepped forward half a pace.

"That was..."

Even from thousands of kilometers away, the dragon roar remained so clear that it seemed to sound beside their ears. Lance stroked his chin and sank into thought.

"It seems to be the power of a bloodline."

Wasn't the Wutuo Clan's bloodline rank only seventh grade?

Its genetic level was only onefold as well. How could it possess such extraordinary bloodline power?

And that method of activation...

Why did it resemble something only the Monster Race possessed?

He pursed his lips and did not voice that speculation, but silently remembered it.

"What was that sound?" Lord Guden cried out. His eyes suddenly brightened, more dazzling than the distant starlight, making Lord Luojia glance at him involuntarily. Why do this guy's eyes look like gemstones?

"I can feel the bloodline in my body stirring." Lord Guden's eyes gleamed as he shouted excitedly.

He carried the bloodline of the Dragon-Man Race, one branch of the strongest Dragon-Man races. Its bloodline ranked among the first grade of human bloodlines, and its members became Domain Lords upon reaching adulthood.

Though the bloodline within him was not pure, it was still the bloodline of the Dragon-Man Race.

A single roar had stirred his bloodline. Its origin was definitely far from ordinary.

"I'm going to take a look—and ask that kid what that roar just now was." As soon as he said it, he moved, preparing to flash over.

A large hand suddenly appeared and rested on his shoulder, holding him in place. Lord Guden was forced to stop. Turning his head, he saw Lord Lance looking at him helplessly.

"Don't be impulsive."

Looking at his excited friend, Lance sighed. "If it can make your bloodline react, then that kid definitely has a secret. And secrets aren't something people reveal easily."

"Then what should we do? I really want to get to the bottom of it, and..." He glanced toward the distance. "What if it can help improve my talent?"

He believed Lance would give him the best solution, so he laid out his concern.

Lance fell silent at those words.

By rights, Guden should have possessed the greatest innate talent among the three of them. Yet because of his bloodline, the talent he displayed was even inferior to Luoga, who had been born a slave.

If they could help purify his bloodline, then even if he could not surpass the Dragon-Man Race, he could at least regain the talent level of an ordinary Dragon-Man.

At that thought, Lance could not help feeling tempted as well.

After a long while, he lowered his hand and turned around.

"Wait for now. When that kid can no longer hold on, we'll go over."

Lord Guden's eyes immediately lit up. "Lance, you're really quick-witted to think of such a method."

"When he is at his most desperate, we will go over and save him.

"With the debt of saving his life, as long as he has a conscience, he won't repay kindness with hostility. Achieving what I want will be effortless." The more Guden spoke, the more excited he became.

"Have you considered that it might be related to the violet light on his body? Or perhaps it is the hidden power of his bloodline, the trump card that brought him this far..." Lord Luojia stepped closer, glanced at Lord Guden, then finally fixed his gaze on Lord Lance.

"Strip him of his bloodline?"

Lord Lance said nothing. He merely watched the distant battlefield, his expression somewhat grave.

Lord Luojia was right, but Guden had finally found something that could help his bloodline. Lance did not want to give it up either.

What if?

What if it was some treasure?

That was how he comforted himself.

He was unwilling to consider that even if it truly was a treasure, Li Yilin might not be willing to share it.

He raised his head and looked toward the distant battlefield, watching the increasingly obvious Law fluctuations around Li Yilin as countless thoughts filled his mind.

Though he had not comprehended the Time Law, he had already comprehended the Space Law.

When he had first arrived in this space, he had felt nothing toward Li Yilin. But after Li Yilin comprehended the Time Law, his sixth sense told him that Li Yilin was far from simple.

A being who had only just comprehended a Higher Law and was still a full level weaker than him had actually given him a sense of danger?

The moment he reached that conclusion, Lance decided that unless absolutely necessary, he would never become Li Yilin's enemy.

But now...

He turned to look at Lord Guden beside him. The excitement, agitation, and anticipation in his eyes...

He sighed, finding the current situation utterly troublesome.