Blood Nether Race!
Above a plaza before the Blood Nether Grand Hall floated more than a dozen figures.
They were all elderly men, exuding the aura of calamity. Before them stood a woman.
She wore blood-red armor, her exquisite face cold and beautiful, blood-red hair streaming behind her. A Blood-colored Longsword rested in her hand.
Before the woman stood another dozen or so elders. The leading elder had a red face, fangs, and two horns growing from his head. Clad in demonic armor, he stood a full two zhang tall, like an unparalleled Demon King.
All around the plaza, countless members of the Blood Nether Race had gathered, their expressions tense.
"Xue Feiyan, only this old man is fit to hold the position of clan chief. Are you still refusing to hand over the Blood Nether Token?"
The red-faced elder spoke coldly.
Xue Feiyan said furiously, "Ming Ze, I found the clan chief's cave abode. The clan chief personally gave me the Blood Nether Token and passed the position of clan chief to me. Yet you colluded with the elders of the clan to seize the chief's position!"
With his hands behind his back, Ming Ze said disdainfully, "You say the clan chief passed it to you, and that makes it true? With only your word, who would be convinced?"
"That's right, Xue Feiyan. You are merely a woman—what gives you the right to be clan chief? I refuse to believe the clan chief truly passed the position to you!"
"You think that holding the token and gaining the support of some elders makes you clan chief? You are simply unworthy of being clan chief!"
Several elders shouted coldly.
Elder Blood Crocodile, standing behind Xue Feiyan, said angrily, "Do not forget the clan rules. Whoever gains the recognition of the