A storm suddenly rose over the Cloud Sea arena as an overbearing, razor-sharp aura of lightning swept across the venue, instantly drowning out the cheers that had erupted at the appearance of the ninth-grade bloodline.
Yao Wanhuo hovered in the air, his aged gaze darkening slightly as he casually glanced at Lei Dong, the Thunder Clan prodigy who had abruptly stepped onto the stage.
Though the young clan leader of the Thunder Clan was still young, the violet-gold lightning coiling around him was fierce and violent, while his aura was vast and heavy. From the looks of it, both his talent and combat strength ranked among the best of the younger generation of the Ancient Seven Clans.
Yao Wanhuo understood clearly that the Thunder Clan was naturally blessed with powerful bodies, and their lightning Battle Skills were peerlessly domineering. Their offensive power eclipsed all others, far beyond the disciples of the Yao Clan, who specialized in alchemy.
Although Yao Ling's foundation and talent surpassed those of her peers in the Yao Clan, she had only recently entered the Battle Venerable realm. In terms of actual combat and life-and-death fighting, her strength could never match Lei Dong's.
Yet the Yao Clan had been passed down for countless ages, and its rules had long been established. During the coming-of-age ceremony, when all clans gathered, prodigies from beyond the clan could take the stage to challenge the younger members of the Yao Clan to friendly matches.
This rule reflected the magnanimity of the ancient Emperor Clans, and it was also an unchanging rule of the Yao Clan!
All the ancient families were present today. If they refused out of fear at this moment, it would be no different from confirming the rumors outside—that the Yao Clan's bloodline had declined, that its younger generation