When the figure removed their black robe, revealing their face, their appearance was truly terrifying.
Their skin was a dark blue, but across this dark blue skin were blood-red patterns.
Upon closer inspection, these weren’t patterns but wounds—bloody wounds, systematically covering their entire body, both eerie and horrifying.
Strangest of all, though the wounds appeared fresh, no blood flowed from them, as if sealed. Yet, one could see the blood moving within the wounds, creating a deeply unsettling sight.
The person’s eyes were white, and their gaze was profoundly eerie.
At a glance, they didn’t resemble a human at all—more like a monster.
“Blood-devouring Demon Clan.”
“You’re from the Blood-devouring Demon Clan?!”
Panicked voices erupted from the crowd.
At the same time, the entire crowd descended into chaos, an atmosphere of fear enveloping the vast sea of people.
At this moment, the crowd was both shocked and terrified, especially the older generation of experts, particularly the eldest among them. The fear on their faces was even more pronounced.
The Blood-devouring Demon Clan was infamous throughout the entire Ancestral Martial Starfield.
The Blood-devouring Demon Clan didn’t possess their own Upper Realm, nor even an Ordinary Realm or Lower Realm.
Yet, during their peak, the Blood-devouring Demon Clan had spread across the entire Ancestral Martial Starfield, nearly omnipresent. Their numbers and reach were so vast that they could be considered the most populous force in the Ancestral Martial Starfield.
Moreover, the Blood-devouring Demon Clan was exceptionally united, with almost no instances of internal conflict.
Most importantly, the clan boasted numerous experts, making them extraordinarily powerful.
Because of their overwhelming strength, the Blood-devouring Demon Clan was seen as a thorn in the side by the Starfield Master Realm.
As the saying goes, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers—especially not a hegemon like the Starfield Master Realm, which would never tolerate a threat to its dominance.
Finally, over nine thousand years ago, a great war broke out.
Initially, it was a conflict between the Starfield Master Realm and the Blood-devouring Demon Clan.
But as the war progressed, the Blood-devouring Demon Clan, in a bid to bolster their strength, began secretly slaughtering martial cultivators from various realms.
When this was eventually exposed, it sparked widespread outrage, prompting various forces across the Ancestral Martial Starfield to join the war.
That war ravaged the entire Ancestral Martial Starfield and ended with the Blood-devouring Demon Clan’s crushing defeat.
At the time of that great war, the top experts now dominating the Starfield Master Realm were still young, children, or even unborn.
Yet they all knew of the war’s brutality and the Blood-devouring Demon Clan’s might.
Over nine thousand years had passed without a trace of the Blood-devouring Demon Clan. Their story had become a mere legend, passed down among the younger generations.
Everyone believed the Blood-devouring Demon Clan had been utterly eradicated, their once-mighty existence relegated to history.
But now, this person’s appearance—wasn’t it exactly the distinctive look of the Blood-devouring Demon Clan?
The scarred patterns on their body were a hallmark of the Blood-devouring Cultivation Technique.
Only those who practised this technique would bear such wounds.
But why, after disappearing for over nine thousand years, would a member of the Blood-devouring Demon Clan suddenly appear?
Could the fearsome Blood-devouring Demon Clan have been revived?
The mere thought of the war, when the Blood-devouring Demon Clan captured people from various forces to refine them and boost their own strength, sent chills down the spines of the older generation.
“Hahaha, to think that after so many years, the reputation of my Blood-devouring Demon Clan still resonates so strongly.”
“Let me be clear: I am indeed a member of the Blood-devouring Demon Clan, named Mo Song,” the figure declared.
“Mo Song? I’ve never heard that name,” said the Chu Heavenly Clan Leader.
“During the great war, I was still just a child. It’s normal that you haven’t heard of me,” Mo Song replied.
“So, the mysterious figure who entered the Void Sacred Tree before us was also from your Blood-devouring Demon Clan?” asked the Chu Heavenly Clan Leader.
“Indeed,” Mo Song nodded.
“You remnants have been hiding for so many years. Why reveal yourselves now, and what is your purpose?” the Chu Heavenly Clan Leader pressed.
“Who said we’re only revealing ourselves now? For all these years, my Blood-devouring Demon Clan has always existed. It’s just that…”
At this point, Mo Song’s gaze swept over the crowd, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes.
“Anyone who has seen our clan members has been silenced.”
“This…”
Hearing these words, the already fearful crowd became utterly terrified. They were now facing not just a Blood-devouring Demon Clan member at the Exalted Pinnacle but also the threat of being silenced.
“You still haven’t answered what your purpose is here,” the Chu Heavenly Clan Leader asked again.
“You’re quite talkative, aren’t you? Even if you’re all going to die, there are some things you don’t deserve to know,” Mo Song said, looking at the Chu Heavenly Clan Leader with mockery.
“I see. In that case, I’ll have to resort to interrogation,” the Chu Heavenly Clan Leader replied.
“What did you say?” Mo Song’s expression froze, shocked and somewhat disbelieving of what he had just heard.
Swish—
At that moment, the Chu Heavenly Clan Leader’s figure flickered and vanished.
The next moment, he reappeared directly in front of Mo Song.
When he appeared, a lightning mark in the shape of the character for “Heaven” emerged on his forehead, and his aura surged to that of a Ninth Rank Exalted. His right hand, sharp as a blade, thrust straight toward Mo Song’s body.
Pfft—
It all happened too quickly. By the time the crowd reacted, blood was spraying everywhere. The Chu Heavenly Clan Leader’s arm had pierced through Mo Song’s body, destroying his dantian.
“I said, I’ll have to resort to interrogation,” the Chu Heavenly Clan Leader said, withdrawing his arm from Mo Song’s body, a faint smirk curving his lips.
Gravely wounded, Mo Song stumbled back several steps before collapsing to the ground.
At this moment, Mo Song’s face was ashen. Despite his terrifying appearance, it was clear he was in immense pain.
And in his gaze toward the Chu Heavenly Clan Leader, there was both shock and unease.
“This aura… You… You’re also a Ninth Rank Exalted?”
Mo Song asked in a frail voice.
