"Greetings, Master." A majestic voice slowly echoed throughout the seventh floor of the underground palace.
However, after finishing, the man who looked like an elder did not shift his gaze, staring right at King Xuan Ling as though he were a newborn child who regarded King Xuan Ling as the person closest to him.
"This..." King Xuan Ling forcefully resisted the dazzling power surging within his body, then spoke slightly.
At that moment, the silver statue had already shattered into pieces, leaving only an elder. An aura of profound vicissitudes emanated from the elder, yet his pupils were unusually blank as he stared straight at King Xuan Ling and called out respectfully.
"Blood Demon Envoy, what are you playing at?" King Xuan Ling, startled and unnerved by this sudden turn of events, could not help shouting out.
The elder in front of him was none other than the ancestor of their Xuan Ling Imperial Family and a mighty two-star Dou Xian at that. Even if King Xuan Ling had ten thousand guts, he would never dare to claim such a relationship rashly; otherwise, he would be asking for trouble he could not handle.
"Hehe, King Xuan Ling, don't be so hasty."
"Since you decided to plant the blood curse of our Blood Demon Race within the bodies of your Xuan Ling Imperial Family, as the patriarch of the Blood Demon Race, I naturally want to give you some benefits." The Blood Demon Envoy, shrouded in blood-red Origin Power, chuckled and said.
"What is going on here?"
"Medusa's power from just now?" King Xuan Ling was a man with exceptionally sharp eyes and had already detected some clues.
"That can no longer be called Medusa."
"The pure bloodline power of the Ten-Colored Sky Swallowing Python-even the power of a single color