BTTH : Emperor Yang

Chapter 697: Xiao Clan Bloodline Mark

BTTH : Emperor Yang

Chapter 697: Xiao Clan Bloodline Mark

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Chapter 697: Chapter 697: Xiao Clan Bloodline Mark

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Swish! Swish! Swish!

Countless claw marks carved through the void, leaving behind slender, jagged, arc-shaped black wounds that crisscrossed in a dense, chaotic web — as if the sky itself could no longer heal.

Those endless claw marks radiated a razor-sharp aura; just looking at them made one’s scalp tingle and eyes sting, as if even vision itself might be sliced apart. One after another, bursts of crimson blossomed in the air, painting the void with splashes of vivid red.

By now, Tian He Zi and Di He Zi were covered in blood; not a patch of intact flesh could be seen on either of them. Their appearance was utterly miserable — as if they were enduring the torture of a thousand cuts.

"Argh! Second brother, hold on!" Tian He Zi roared in pain, blood splattering from his wounds.

"Ah!" Di He Zi’s voice carried faint traces of despair.

"Hehe, the two of you really are courageous! To fight me, and still dare to split your strength? Seeking death? Very well — I’ll grant your wish! Still, I hope you can last a little longer. If it ends too soon, that would be boring."

Wei Yang’s figure flickered like a ghost — impossible to track, only his playful, mocking voice echoed faintly through the air.

If the Three He Demon Ghosts had fought together, perhaps they could have barely held out for a short while against Wei Yang — and that was assuming Wei Yang didn’t go all out. If he unleashed his full power, the fight would end instantly.

But now, they had even dared to split their forces and send one to trouble Xiao Yan. That was pure suicide. Of course, even if they hadn’t, the result would be the same — whether they lasted a bit longer or a bit shorter made little difference.

Wei Yang had simply chosen a crueler method: using his Claw Rending Void Dou Technique to toy with them like a cat tormenting mice, slowly grinding them down while testing the technique he was developing.

As for Xiao Yan’s side, he wasn’t particularly worried. Although Ren He Zi was a peak Six-Change Dou Zun powerhouse, not only was Yao Lao watching, but even Xiao Yan himself was no easy prey.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Tian He Zi and Di He Zi threw punch after punch, sending shockwaves across the space around them.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

More black claw marks appeared, each strike accompanied by explosions of energy that spread like fireworks across the sky.

Crackle!

Occasionally, arcs of black lightning flashed and danced within the torn space. While the two demon ghosts were being torn apart, Ren He Zi had already appeared before Xiao Yan in a flash.

"Boy, surrender quietly and save yourself the pain. As long as you cooperate and let us leave safely, I’ll spare your life!"

"Heh." Xiao Yan sneered coldly, Dou Qi surging and condensing in his palm like lightning.

"Stubborn brat. Since you won’t listen, don’t blame this old man for bullying the weak!"

Time was short — Ren He Zi didn’t dare delay. He licked his lips and threw a thunderous punch across the air toward Xiao Yan.

Boom!

A deafening sonic boom erupted from his fist, shattering the sky with explosive force.

Bang!

Xiao Yan’s eyes sharpened, and his foot stomped fiercely on the ground below. In an instant, the earth cracked apart, and a massive pillar of molten magma — over a hundred zhang wide — shot upward toward the heavens.

The magma pillar collided with the incoming fist wind, and with a low, muffled explosion, magma burst apart and poured down like fiery rain, igniting the mountains and earth below into blazing infernos.

"Hm?"

Ren He Zi frowned slightly, surprise flickering in his eyes.

This kid... only at the One-Change Dou Zun, yet this troublesome?

He glanced toward the battlefield behind him — by now, Tian He Zi and Di He Zi were both in miserable shape, barely holding on. It wouldn’t be long before they fell. His gaze then flicked toward Yao Chen, still standing calmly in the distance with his hands behind his back.

At that moment, Ren He Zi stopped holding back entirely.

"Boy, die!"

Whoosh!

Facing the full-force assault, Xiao Yan exhaled softly.

While retreating rapidly, his hands blurred through a series of complex seals. At the same time, a bloodline mark surfaced clearly at the center of his brow — glowing faintly, like a deep crimson flame burning brightly.

As the mark ignited, Xiao Yan’s aura erupted — surging madly as his strength skyrocketed from the One-Change level to the Peak of Four-Change in an instant!

Ren He Zi was a peak Six-Change Dou Zun powerhouse — far above him — so Xiao Yan didn’t dare hold anything back. From the very start, he went all in, directly activating his clan bloodline mark to boost his strength.

After all, this was the strongest opponent he had ever faced. The bloodline mark was indeed terrifying — once activated, it instantly elevated Xiao Yan’s strength from the One-Change to the Peak of Four-Change, nearly reaching the Five-Change threshold!

Even Yao Lao, watching quietly from afar, and Wei Yang, who was still toying with his enemies, both looked over with surprise in their eyes.

Such an explosive surge... was truly exaggerated.

As expected of one of the Eight Ancient Clans — the Xiao Clan. None of those ancient imperial lineages were simple; each possessed their own hidden means.

No wonder that in his prime, Xiao Xuan’s strength was so overwhelming, suppressing all others even an existence like Hun Miesheng had to avoid direct confrontation.

"A secret technique?! What kind of secret technique could instantly raise one’s power so much?!"

"The kid’s got some tricks, I’ll give him that — but he’s still far from my level. After reaching Dou Zun, the gap between each turn is immense!"

Sensing Xiao Yan’s suddenly surging aura, Ren He Zi was momentarily shocked — his heart sank, yet his lips curled into a cold smile. Then, he threw a full-force punch.

"Such an overwhelming power!"

Xiao Yan clenched his fists, feeling the surging might of his bloodline boiling within. Taking a deep breath, he too unleashed a fierce punch.

Boom!

The void shattered, and waves of violent energy rippled outward in all directions.

"Hmph."

Xiao Yan grunted, his feet skidding backward several steps as cracks split through the very air beneath him before he finally managed to stabilize himself. By contrast, Ren He Zi merely wavered slightly, though his brows furrowed deeply.

Troublesome. This brat’s combat strength... isn’t normal.

"Again!" Xiao Yan grinned broadly.

"Hmph! I don’t believe that kind of explosive power of yours can last forever." Ren He Zi snorted coldly and charged forward once more.

"Heh, why don’t you try and find out?" Xiao Yan’s fists ignited with violet-brown flames as his figure shot out like lightning to meet him head-on.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was no finesse, no tricks — only pure, unrestrained collisions of power.

Each time, Xiao Yan was blasted backward. He was indeed at a disadvantage, being suppressed by Ren He Zi’s raw might — yet he was holding his ground.

"Hahaha! Exhilarating! Come again!" Xiao Yan laughed heartily, his voice full of excitement.

The longer the battle dragged on, the more invigorated he felt. This was the first time in his life that he had fought head-on with an old monster of such a level — and managed to withstand it. Though he was on the losing side, in another sense, he had already won.

After all, how old was Xiao Yan? How long had he cultivated? And Ren He Zi? He was an ancient freak who had lived for centuries.

Yet now, despite the massive gap in realm and experience, he was being forced into a near-equal exchange with a mere junior.

This was a reversal — a true defiance of heaven!

"Arghhh! Die, die, die! I’ll kill you!" Ren He Zi grew more and more furious, his eyes bloodshot as he threw a barrage of wild, frenzied punches.

"Hahahaha! Come on, kill me if you can!" Xiao Yan’s laughter was bright and unrestrained, brimming with exhilaration.

The two fought with completely opposite mindsets.

As the seconds ticked by, Ren He Zi’s anxiety grew more frantic, while Xiao Yan’s mood became ever lighter — savoring the thrill of battle. Gradually, a wave of powerlessness welled up in Ren He Zi’s chest.

Not only could he not capture the boy, he couldn’t even suppress him fully. The kid’s explosive strength seemed endless, showing no signs of fading even after such a prolonged clash. Then—

"Ahhh!"

"Nooo!"

Two simultaneous screams rang out from far behind, causing Ren He Zi’s heart to jolt. His focus wavered — and Xiao Yan seized the opening, slamming a devastating punch into his chest.

Pfft!

A mouthful of blood sprayed from Ren He Zi’s lips as his body was blasted backward over a hundred meters before he managed to halt his momentum. But he couldn’t care about his own wounds — his gaze whipped toward the rear battlefield.

Xiao Yan too turned to look.

There, within a void crisscrossed with countless pitch-black claw marks, Wei Yang stood aloft.A dark sun sigil burned upon his forehead, and his eyes blazed like twin black suns.

Hovering in the sky, both of his arms — covered in dense, black scales — were extended outward, each hand gripping the neck of a bloodied, unrecognizable corpse.

Those two corpses, judging from their fading auras, were naturally none other than Tian He Zi and Di He Zi. Their necks had been completely crushed, and their skulls hung limply downward, barely attached.

The echo of their final screams still lingered faintly in the air — while the last traces of their life force slowly dissipated into nothingness.

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