Hearing Xu Zimo's words, the Blood Clan member at the door was somewhat stunned.
He stared at Xu Zimo, then let out a low, hissing roar.
Blood and saliva mingled on his teeth, making for a revolting sight.
Swaying as he moved, he charged at Xu Zimo, opening his maw wide as a basin of blood, intending to swallow Xu Zimo whole.
Xu Zimo could tell that the other party's cultivation was not particularly high. To him, such an existence was indeed no more than an ant.
With a light flick of his right hand, a stream of spiritual energy shot forth from his fingers.
With a boom, the spiritual energy erupted with immense force and pierced straight through the Blood Clan man's heart.
The figure halted, dropping to one knee where he stood, his right hand clutching his chest.
Blood poured from his chest as though it cost nothing.
The most fatal weakness of the Blood Clan was their hearts. Since they needed to circulate vast amounts of blood, their hearts were far stronger than those of other living beings.
Yet that very strength was also their fatal weakness. Once the heart was injured, they were basically crippled.
Xu Zimo got down from the bed and slowly walked over to the Blood Clan member.
"Can we talk now?" he asked, looking at the other party.
Just as his words fell, the great gate was pushed open. Ye Feiyang arrived with a group from Clear Water Village.
"Are you all right?" Ye Feiyang hurriedly asked.
Xu Zimo shook his head slightly. "Have you found any other Blood Clan members?"
"Not yet, but we can interrogate him first," Ye Feiyang replied.
The group brought the Blood Clan man out of the dark room. Though Clear Water Village was not particularly