Peerless Dragon Sovereign-Chapter 591: Ninth Hall Master, Zhao Shibang

"A sinner through the ages?" Chu Nan let out a cold laugh, his face showing indifference.

Compared to Chu Nan, Bu Qingfeng's Ancestral Bloodline was like a firefly next to a bright moon, the two weren't even on the same level.

But for now, Chu Nan couldn't reveal his own Ancestral Bloodline, as this was the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall, not the Ancestor Sect!

Lan Zhanhan said solemnly, "You're right, the Ninth Palace Master must be a Martial Artist who controls the Ancestral Bloodline, you don't qualify."

Bu Qingfeng's control over the Ancestral Bloodline was his biggest trump card, giving Lan Zhanhan full confidence.

At the same time, a sense swept over them from the sky above the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall. Chu Nan felt a chill down his spine, as if he had been targeted by a venomous snake.

He immediately understood that this was a warning from a powerful figure in the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall, possibly from the mysterious and mighty First Hall Master.

Bu Qingfeng's smile grew more smug as he snorted coldly, "Zhao Shibang, let go of me quickly, if you don't want to die~"

Chu Nan, however, looked at Bu Qingfeng with a careless gaze and said, "If I were you, I would choose to keep quiet now."

"Do you think that just because you control the Ancestral Bloodline, you can hold it over me?"

"Naive, so naive!"

Seeing Chu Nan's somewhat crazed look, Bu Qingfeng felt an inexplicable panic and trembled as he said, "Zhao Shibang, what are you... what are you going to do?"

"Nothing much, just taking back what you don't deserve." With that, Chu Nan glanced at the three Blood Corpses.

The Spirit Corpses, refined through Blood Refinement, had bodies like blood, capable of merging into their master's body to increase combat power, or entering the opponent's body to destroy it or even seize something.

Swish!

Under Bu Qingfeng's shocked gaze, the three Blood Corpses surged into his body through all his seven orifices.

Rumble!

Bu Qingfeng's Sevenfold Sky Sea of Clouds uncontrollably manifested behind him, and the Blood Dao Cloud Sea originating from the Ancestral Bloodline withered visibly like a flower.

In the air, seeing this, Lan Zhanhan exclaimed in shock and anger, "Zhao Shibang, are you mad? Do you really want to kill Bu Qingfeng?"

With that, Lan Zhanhan disregarded everything else and charged towards Chu Nan with all his cultivation.

He had to stop all this from happening before it was too late.

But the Split Soul remained unmoved, with a thoughtful expression on his face, seemingly guessing something.

On Chu Nan's side, without waiting for Lan Zhanhan to arrive, he swiftly flung Bu Qingfeng away.

Bu Qingfeng's eyes rolled back, his cultivation continuously fell, dropping to the Sixth Level Heaven, completely losing his Blood Dao Cloud Sea.

"Zhao Shibang, you destroyed Bu Qingfeng's Ancestral Bloodline, and I will kill you!" Lan Zhanhan, full of fury, caused the surrounding temperature to drop to freezing in an instant.

In his rage, not only the air, but even time seemed to freeze.

As the Fifth Hall Master, Lan Zhanhan, an Eightfold Heaven top-tier expert, Chu Nan was nothing more than an ant in front of him.

But in the face of Lan Zhanhan's threat, Chu Nan merely gave a faint smile, saying, "The Ancestral Bloodline won't disappear; it will merely exist in another form."

The three Blood Corpses stood behind Chu Nan, their bodies suddenly igniting with dark red flames, emitting the aura of the Ancestral Bloodline.

Seeing this, Lan Zhanhan froze in place.

"Bu Qingfeng's Ancestral Bloodline now belongs to me." Chu Nan smiled confidently, having used the ability of the Blood Corpses to devour Bu Qingfeng's Ancestral Bloodline and reversed the situation.

Lan Zhanhan was boiling with anger, his face as icy as a thousand-year-old glacier.

The overwhelming cold aura even formed a massive ice lotus at his feet, hiding a power that even Chu Nan feared.

Even though he had three Sevenfold Heaven Blood Corpses for protection, Chu Nan was still not a match for Lan Zhanhan.

But even if he wasn't a match, Chu Nan was neither afraid.

"Zhao Shibang, return the Ancestral Bloodline to Bu Qingfeng." Lan Zhanhan gritted his teeth, forcing Chu Nan.

But Chu Nan's face remained calm as he said, "What's in my hands now, don't think you can take it back."

"You..." Lan Zhanhan approached Chu Nan, his blue eyes filled with immense killing intent. He intended to take Chu Nan's three Undying Bones and extract the Ancestral Bloodline inside to return it to Bu Qingfeng.

Yet at that moment, a wave emanated once again from the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall, and a mysterious, threatening voice flowed into all their ears.

"Blood Corpse Hall Master Zhao Shibang shall be the Ninth Hall Master!"

Lan Zhanhan's body stiffened, and even hearing the voice, he couldn't help but become reverent.

Because this was the voice of the First Hall Master, a transcendent expert at the Celestial Crossing Realm, standing at the pinnacle.

"Fifth Hall Master, it seems even the First Hall Master acknowledges me." Chu Nan chuckled lightly, having absorbed Zhao Shibang's memories, he naturally knew who the person before him was.

Lan Zhanhan regained his senses, his eyes filled with anger and reluctance, but in the end, he could only let out a cold snort and said, "Zhao Shibang, I'll remember this grudge, and we'll settle it later!"

With that, Lan Zhanhan took Bu Qingfeng and left, flying back into the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall.

The plaza fell into brief silence, but soon after, everyone stood up simultaneously, offering congratulations, "We pay our respects to the Ninth Hall Master!"

"Greetings, Ninth Hall Master!"

...

The waves of voices reached up to the heavens, scattering the sparse clouds above the Desolate Ancient City.

The Hall Master held supreme authority, even as the lowest-ranked Ninth Hall Master, his position was unparalleled by elders or other hall masters.

The nine Hall Masters of the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall were the true controllers, their words and actions determined the life and death of countless people in the Southern Desolate.

Suddenly, the Split Soul landed gently from the sky and said, "Zhao Shibang, as I suspected, you are indeed the new Ninth Hall Master!"

The old man had a broad smile, his tone filled with kindness.

"Eighth Hall Master, you're too kind." Chu Nan feigned a smile, lamenting internally that this guy was truly a cunning old fox.

He had clearly supported Zhuge Yun, yet turned and changed his stance immediately.

But Chu Nan had no intention of tearing his face with this old man, as the depth of Split Soul's strength was unfathomable, and the Soul Dao was incredibly deceitful.

Even with three Sevenfold Heaven Blood Corpses, Chu Nan wasn't confident of dealing with this old man.

After all, with just a Split Soul, this old man had reached an extraordinary level, which was truly terrifying.

"You're less than a thousand years old yet became a Hall Master, a feat unprecedented in the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall." The Split Soul chuckled before continuing, "Shall we proceed with me escorting you into the Ninth Sub-Hall and informing you of what to be mindful of as a Hall Master?"

Having absorbed Hai Wujie's memories, Chu Nan already had full knowledge of what it entailed to become a Hall Master.

However, he didn't refuse but instead showed a grateful expression, saying, "Thank you, Eighth Hall Master."