Bang! Bang! Bang!
Tulan finally experienced the consequences of offending Zhou Heng, and he also learned that welshing on a debt was a terrible habit—especially when the debt was owed to Zhou Heng!
He lay sprawled on the ground, bruised black and blue. At least half the dragon scales across his body had been torn off, leaving him in a miserable state, like a young girl who had just been ravaged hundreds of times by thugs.
Before the Tyrant Dragon Fist, the defense he had been so proud of completely lost its effect. Zhou Heng toyed with him as though he were a plaything.
Yet even in utter defeat, he had not used his transformation!
Only under Zhou Heng's interrogation did the reason for it all come to light.
After the Ancestral Pool cleansing, there would be a martial competition. The winners could continue advancing step by step, competing against winners from other places, until the strongest cleansed participant on the entire planet was determined.
Even taking first place would not bring much actual benefit, but Tulan valued the honor!
Many, many others thought the same way. That was why many people had not undergone the Ancestral Pool cleansing as children, instead saving it until after they reached adulthood—though of course, that was not their own decision, but that of their parents and elders.
Besides the honor, the longer the cleansing was delayed, the more one could accumulate before making a breakthrough, and the greater the benefits obtained!
To put it bluntly, the Ancestral Pool cleansing was about drawing benefits from the Ancestral Pool. The deeper one's bloodline and the stronger one's strength, the more benefits one would naturally absorb. Thus, any family with even a little power would delay their descendants' Ancestral Pool cleansing as long as possible, maximizing