chsdbacks 611. Pre-war words
611. Pre-war words
Suddenly, everyone was on edge, fearing they would be taken away by Ling Haonan and become the next victim. No one dared to claim their position in the Supreme Elder's heart was necessarily higher than Ling Zhuo's. If Ling Zhuo could be sacrificed, who couldn't?
Looking at this scene, Ling Haonan couldn't help but feel a little satisfied. These clansmen who had been living comfortably in the Spirit Realm for too long had finally cast aside many of the thoughts that shouldn't have been in their hearts.
"But it's still not enough!" Ling Haonan thought to himself.
After Ling Zhuo consumed the Blood-Swallowing Soul-Burying Pill, although the crowd was intimidated, a sense of relief and retreat still flickered in their eyes. These bloodlines, having been immersed in the warm bed of the spirit realm for too long, had long forgotten the iron-blooded nature of their ancestors.
So he took out another pill of the same type as before, but this one had a significantly stronger blood energy. In fact, the blood energy on it was so abundant that Ling Haonan had to use his battle qi to suppress it.
"This one is at the peak of the eighth grade; even a Dou Sheng could use it!" he murmured hoarsely.
For a moment, Ling He's legs went weak and she was covered in cold sweat. She wanted to beg Ling Haonan for mercy, but because of the huge threat to her life, she couldn't say anything.
To Ling He's surprise, or rather, to the surprise of almost no one in the entire hall, Ling Haonan did not hesitate for a moment before picking up the blood-red pill and swallowing it whole!
"Supreme Elder!" Many voices rang out at the same time, and the leader of the Spirit Guard even rushed to Ling Haonan's side.
However, given Ling Haonan's cultivation level, a surge of fighting spirit immediately suppressed everyone who wanted to stop him, rendering them unable to move.
The instant the elixir entered his mouth, a terrifying surge of blood energy coursed through his body. His hunched back straightened as if an ancient tree had sprouted new life, and the wrinkles on his face receded like the tide. A healthy, rosy complexion, completely contrary to common sense, appeared on his face, and his gray hair gradually turned black. However, this vitality was eerie—the blood vessels beneath his skin bulged like wriggling earthworms, and every pore was oozing a scarlet mist.
"Is this what youth feels like? It's been a long time," Ling Haonan murmured to himself.
Ling Haonan spread his arms, and the pressure of a Dou Sheng, along with a wave of blood energy, swept through the hall. The eighty-one Dou Zun of the Spirit Clan staggered backward like withered leaves in the wind.
Ling Haonan's move caught everyone in the hall off guard, even Ling Zhuo, who had lost all hope after taking the pill, was somewhat bewildered.
Ling Haonan, a late-stage five-star Dou Sheng expert of the Ling Clan, actually took the life-saving pill on his own initiative, forcibly stimulating all the power in his body. At this moment, he only had twenty-four hours left to live.
"Do you see that?" His voice was no longer hoarse, but resounded like a bell, shaking the roof beams. His fingertips traced his swollen temples, and he could clearly see bloodworm-like energy moving beneath his skin. "Twenty-four hours later, I will explode and die, leaving not a single drop of my blood and bone."
When Ling Haonan swept his gaze over his clansmen, their original state of mind was completely shaken by his actions, and everyone was now filled with fear.
"Now you believe me, right? This is a life-or-death crisis for our Spirit Race!"
"Don't underestimate the Pill Tower. They aren't descendants of Dou Di, but their strength is in no way inferior to ours. Any attempt to look down on them is utterly foolish! Don't think we're just playing dumb; those who have that mentality are the truly stupid ones!"
"The specific requirements for tonight's operation have already been given to each of you. Everyone should do their job well. Strive for swift and efficient action and do what you are supposed to do."
"All opponents above the Half-Saint level in the Pill Tower will be dealt with, and we still have an absolute advantage at the Dou Zun level. Therefore, tonight, no one in Saint Pill City can be allowed to escape!"
"Yes, sir!"
At this point, who would dare disobey orders?
Of course, it was only at this moment that everyone finally understood the warning in Ling Haonan's tone.
Ling Haonan felt the destructive energy surging within him, a twisted smile spreading across his lips. When he caught a glimpse of the bloodthirsty light rekindled in Ling Zhuo's eyes in the corner, he knew that this potent medicine had finally pierced through the last meaningless pride of his clansmen—at the cost of the fall of a five-star Dou Sheng, the ferocity within the Dou Di bloodline, dormant for a thousand years, had been awakened.
"Ling Zhuo!" Ling Haonan suddenly called out.
"Ling Zhuo is here!" Seeing that the Grand Elder had taken the life-burning pill just like him, Ling Zhuo suddenly felt the blood in his body start to burn. There was still time before his end, and he couldn't waste it!
"I'm giving you a chance for revenge. Xiao Yan stole the Pill Gathering championship that you should have won. Go and deal with him yourself!"
Because of Ling Haonan's prompting, the name Xiao Yan suddenly filled Ling Zhuo's entire mind. He realized that everything he was suffering was because of Xiao Yan's sudden emergence. An overwhelming hatred surged within him, and Ling Zhuo agreed almost without hesitation: "I will! Tonight I will kill Xiao Yan!"
"Xiao Yan has many powerful people around him, so we can't afford any accidents tonight. I'll give you seven Dou Zun level clansmen, plus five spirit guards!" Ling Haonan also arranged.
"I have only one request: eliminate Xiao Yan, this bastard who ruined my clan's grand plan, no matter what. I never want to see him again!"
Xiao Yan only had four Dou Zun-level combatants by his side, including himself. With a total of thirteen Dou Zun powerhouses mobilized together, it was already more than three times the overwhelming combat power.
Ling Zhuo's eyes were bloodshot, filled with savage hatred. He pointed a blood-red finger to the sky and swore, "Rest assured, Supreme Elder, I will absolutely ensure Xiao Yan dies a horrible death within the Pill Tower!"
"Hahaha, good! This is what a genius of my Spirit Clan should be like!" Ling Haonan rarely expressed his appreciation for Ling Zhuo.
Ling Haonan's gaze then swept over the Ling Clan members, who were now fully focused on the events of the night.
Ling Haonan said loudly, "Everyone, our lives are completely insignificant in the face of the great cause of the Spirit Clan."
"Tonight's success or failure concerns the survival and future of my race. Anyone can sacrifice themselves. I can die, the Spirit Clan's prodigies can die, every elder can die, and every one of you can die!"
"Only the Spirit Race must continue to flourish!"
"Are you willing to die for the Eldar?"
At this moment, all the Spirit Guards also knelt on one knee. Their intense fighting spirit could terrify any enemy. The thirty-odd men swore in unison, their voices ringing out powerfully: "We are willing to die for the Supreme Elder, we are willing to die for the Spirit Clan!"
This tragic atmosphere moved everyone present, and the Spirit Clan members were all deeply stirred.
"I am willing to die for the Supreme Elder, I am willing to die for the Spirit Race!"
"I will devour the Pill Tower tonight!"
"The Eldar will surely rise!"
"I implore you all," Ling Haonan bowed solemnly to the crowd, "Tonight, please shed every drop of your blood for the cause of the Spirit Clan's revival!"