Qin Xiang Tian

Rumble—!!

Great Qin's secret hall collapsed in an instant.

All because of a single sentence from the middle-aged man.

Yang Chen's figure shot backward, leaving his original position.

Scarlet light burst from the middle-aged man's body—or rather than scarlet light, it was better described as blood!

The blood was thick to the extreme.

It enveloped the old man along with him.

The falling rubble that struck the red glow instantly shattered apart.

The old man gazed at the middle-aged man with burning eyes, his voice filled with delight.

"Ancestor!"

The middle-aged man glanced over indifferently, his brows furrowing.

"You are?"

The old man said excitedly, "Ancestor, I am the ninety-third-generation descendant of the Great Qin royal family!"

"Ninety-three generations..." The middle-aged man fell silent for a moment. "Has that much time already passed?"

Reminiscence flickered in the middle-aged man's eyes.

The middle-aged man looked at the old man and sensed the power of his bloodline within him, yet his brows still knitted slightly.

"Just now, I seemed to sense someone using the power of their bloodline. Where is that person?"

To the middle-aged man, descendants capable of using the power of their bloodline were the most important—especially after so much time had passed.

After all, not every descendant of an Immortal Realm expert could use the power of their bloodline. Even his own son might not necessarily be able to use it.

And any descendant capable of using bloodline power naturally possessed extraordinary talent. Thus, this remained the middle-aged man's primary concern.

The old man paused, a look of grief and indignation appearing on his face.

"Ancestor, it was him! The man before you! He completely destroyed our Great Qin!"

The old man spoke to the middle-aged man with deep emotion and fervor.

The middle-aged man's brows furrowed slightly, as