Everyone had gathered here without entering the ruins because they were waiting for other experts of their caliber to join forces with them.
The Treasure Artifacts inside the ruins were sentient, almost alive, and immensely powerful. They never stayed hidden in one place, constantly changing locations and appearing anywhere. They were terrifying, too. Many young geniuses from the various races had ventured inside earlier, only to be almost completely wiped out. Those sentient Treasure Artifacts had slaughtered them until blood flowed in rivers and corpses littered the ground.
In truth, those so-called ancient Pure-Blooded Fierce Beast Descendants merely had bloodline purities above sixty percent. Their parents were simply gilding their own children's faces.
That was also why Bi Fang, whose bloodline purity reached eighty-five percent, could look down on everyone when he appeared and deserved to be called a Pure-Blooded Fierce Beast cub. After all, a Little White Tiger with only sixty percent bloodline purity had already become so full of himself that he could no longer find north.
That was one reason Bi Fang disdained these fellows. Even with his eighty-five percent bloodline purity, he did not dare openly call himself an ancient pure-blooded cub.
This Golden-Winged Great Peng was only fifty-four percent pure-blooded.
The Chi Dragon was eighty percent pure-blooded.
Pixiu and Suanni were remnants of True Dragons, both seventy-five percent pure-blooded. How did they dare call themselves Pure-Blooded Fierce Beast Descendants?
Still, that human was far too terrifying. He felt like the real Pure-Blooded Fierce Beast Descendant.
The Seven Deer-Chasing Sons and Four Butian Sons had not been put away this time. They were already qualified to break through to eight heavenly grottos and needed proper tempering. Only by facing the stimulus of death and awakening more of their potential would they have a future.
These ruins