A group of Blood Race powerhouses from different realms had gathered together, their expressions grim. From time to time, they glanced in Yang Qing's direction.
Had the nine-star treasure Yang Qing brought out earlier not been so shocking, these Blood Race powerhouses would likely have already gone over to probe his background.
The Blood Race was also a major race in the starry sky. How could they tolerate being targeted so blatantly by a Human Race cultivator?
Most crucially, he truly had some method specifically aimed at them, yet even these Blood Race powerhouses had no idea what sort of method it was.
If such a method became widespread, where in this vast starry sky would there be any place left for the Blood Race? They would likely be targeted wherever they went, after all, they had no shortage of enemies.
"We need to find a way to capture that brat after the Divine Sea Conflict ends. No matter what, we must find out exactly what tricks he used!" a Blood Race powerhouse suggested.
Another Blood Race powerhouse slowly shook his head. "If this were the starry sky, we might still have a chance. But this is where the Cycle Tree stands. How are we supposed to capture him? The moment we make a move, the Cycle Tree will probably expel us."
"So we just watch helplessly?"
"Other than watching, we have no other choice!"
"We have to try something."
The Blood Race powerhouses argued fiercely, each with a pounding headache. In their current situation, they truly had no good solution. Only after quite a while did one of them look toward the oldest and quietest among them. "Old Qin, what do you think?"
The aged Blood Race man gave a soft snort. "Why are you all panicking here? We