For a moment, everyone feared for themselves, afraid that Ling Haonan would take them away next and make them the next sacrifice. No one here dared claim that their standing in the Great Elder's heart was definitely higher than Ling Zhuo's. If Ling Zhuo could be sacrificed, who could not?
As Ling Haonan watched this scene, a measure of satisfaction appeared in his eyes. These clansmen who had lived in comfort in the Spirit Realm for far too long had finally cast aside many thoughts they should never have harbored.
But it is still not enough! Ling Haonan judged inwardly.
After Ling Zhuo swallowed the Blood-Devouring Soul-Burial Pill, the crowd had indeed been intimidated, yet traces of luck and hesitation still flickered in their eyes. These bloodlines that had soaked in the Spirit Realm's sheltered cradle for too long had long forgotten their ancestors' iron-blooded resolve.
So, he took out another pill of the same kind as before. The difference was that this one contained far more intense blood energy. Its blood energy was so full that Ling Haonan even had to suppress it with Dou Qi.
"This one is at the peak of the eighth tier. Even a Dou Sheng can make use of it!" A hoarse murmur rolled from his throat.
Ling He's legs went weak, cold sweat soaking her entire body. Faced with such an immense threat to her life, she wanted to beg Ling Haonan for mercy, yet she could not force out a single word.
Yet, far beyond Ling He's expectations—or rather, beyond the expectations of almost everyone in the hall—Ling Haonan showed not the slightest hesitation. He picked up the blood-red pill and swallowed it!
"Great Elder!" Numerous voices rang out at once. The leader of the Spirit Guards even rushed forward of his