Beautiful things always made living beings happy.
That was the case with Xie Tian's aura of hope.
It was the same for Little Bell, who was even more powerful than Xie Tian had expected in Xie Tian's eyes.
Xie Tian was rarely proud, especially when Shenshao had passed away and he could no longer receive praise from His Majesty.
But at this moment, his pride came from the bottom of his heart, as if he had won a prize.
Naturally, he had to say something when he won a prize.
Thank you, Luo Shang.
Thank you, Luo Duo.
Thank you, Luo Zheng.
Thank you, Rakshasa.
Of course, what he should be most grateful for was the blood that maintained the strict hierarchy of Rakshasa Prison.
Little Bell had changed, but she had not changed.
Among the Rakshasa Race, Little Bell was undoubtedly the most powerful one. According to Xie Tian's inexplicable feeling, she might be as intimidating as Luo Zheng.
But after leaving the circle of Rakshasa, Little Bell was still extremely weak. Any Demon Slayer in the foreign battleground could easily kill Little Bell.
"She's just a seed after all..."
After his pride slowly faded, Xie Tian patted Little Bell's back to comfort her and sighed to himself.
The blood of the Thirteen Clans.
The blood pool formation of the Thirteen Clans.
The first blood of Rakshasa in his body.
The twelve trump cards of the Thirty-Six Blood Worlds - the ancestral hall.
An ancestral hall that he had created out of nothing with the aura of hope.
Plus, the ancient blood pool deep in the Council of Elders.
Every item on the table was enough to make the Thirty-Six Blood Worlds tremble.
As for Xie Tian, he used his unfathomable comprehension and intellect, along with his bold and unconstrained thoughts, to elevate all these things to another level, another level, and another level …
In the end, he had done something that only the true Blood Ancestor of Rakshasa could do.
Of course, this was a little far-fetched.
To be precise, what Xie Tian had done was to use the most unpredictable aura of hope to merge the blood of the Thirteen Clans of Rakshasa together.
However, the blood flowing in Little Bell's body was definitely not comparable to the blood of the Blood Ancestor who created the Rakshasa Clan.
Therefore, what Xie Tian did was to give Little Bell a certain possibility.
But it was precisely this possibility that caused the aura emanating from Little Bell to become the aura of a king, the aura of a hegemon, the aura of a ruler …
The thirteen prideful elders used all sorts of methods, such as prostrating themselves on the ground, trembling in fear, or crying in despair … in order to make themselves look as lowly as possible.
It was as if in front of such a sovereign, only by being humble could one survive.
However, Xie Tian had never thought of himself or the people around him as noble.
So he looked at the thirteen old men.
"Have you chosen how you want to die?"
The most important thing in acting cool was to be able to coordinate one's actions.
I'm not afraid of you boasting to the heavens. Even your ancestors won't believe you. As long as the final result is similar to what you said, you will have achieved great success.
That was the current situation.
Because of this great success in acting cool, the elders, who were also acting extremely lowly, gradually came back to their senses.
His Excellency put on an act.
An adult was not an adult.
His Excellency had succeeded in acting cool.
What seemed like an ordinary journey of acting cool, only by looking back and savoring it, would one know how shocking it was.
"His, His Excellency, he, he is not Ro, Rakshasa …"
This, was the most fatal point in the storm that had disturbed the thirty-six blood worlds for half a year.
It was only with this as the foundation that the little bell's transformation from a half-human, half-Rakshasa half-Rakshasa hybrid to stepping on the heads of all Rakshasas. Only then did it possess true weight and weight.
But it was also because of this …
Even if Xie Tian was no longer the His Excellency under the effect of Rakshasa's first blood, his words, were still full of power.
"Yes!" Little Bell, who was comforted by Xie Tian until her whole body felt warm, did not know her own transformation, and still opened her mouth innocently, "Father asked you how you want to die!"
As soon as her voice fell, it was as if a nameless aura rushed towards the thirteen elders along with her voice …
Hua …
The aura of the thirteen elders disappeared.
But the ancestors, who did not dare to raise their heads, did not see this weathered scene.
Little Bell's mouth turned into an 'oh' shape, and looked at Xie Tian in a daze.
Xie Tian was also a little stunned.
"Father, you are so powerful!" After being stunned, Little Bell's eyes were immediately filled with worship, and became twinkling little stars, "So father had already chosen a way for them to die!"
Xie Tian touched his nose a little awkwardly, and just as he was about to speak, Little Bell's body went limp, and fell into his arms.
Little Bell's fainting was equivalent to liberation for the ancestors, including Luo Mei.
"Ma, Master, Miss, she …"
"Nothing."
Xie Tian sighed secretly.
The reason why he was stunned before, was because of this.
He was very clear about what he had done, and to what extent, he was very sure that even if Little Bell had the power to make Rakshasa submit, it did not have the power to match it.
And killing, no matter what method was used to kill, required power.
Little Bell, who just so happened to lack power, could kill thirteen ancestors, who were much more terrifying than Zhou Ding, with a naive sentence. Where did the power come from?
From the foundation.
"Fortunately, it did not damage the foundation, but it is not stable …"
After a moment of silence, Xie Tian looked at the Grand Deacon of the Council of Elders, Luo Fen.
"Lead the way to the Council."
"Yes, yes, yes …"
Without the elders, the parliament would no longer be a parliament, but an ancient and memorable place.
Xie Tian, naturally, saw Luo Shang again.
Even if he did not look at him, he could see that the glimmer of hope that Luo Shang dared not show in the depths of his eyes, had dimmed because of his arrival.
"Now, even if you want to find a helper, you won't be able to find one, my lord."
When passing by Luo Shang, Luo Mei said with a faint smile.
Luo Shang smiled inexplicably, looking very silly and dazed.
Luo Mei thought for a moment, then smiled and blew at Luo Shang.
"Just like that, huu … Little Bell … Oh no, to be more precise, your granddaughter killed thirteen grand elders with just a breath of air. If Lady Bell knew about this, she would definitely be very happy, wouldn't she?"
As soon as she finished, Luo Shang's smile turned into a cry.
His life aura gradually left his body amidst the cries of extreme fear, despair, and loss.
When Luo Shang completely lost his life aura, Xie Tian, who was hugging Little Bell, came to the Ancient Blood Pool.
The nine ancestral halls were no longer there.
This Ancient Blood Pool, the most precious of the thirty-six blood worlds, was less mysterious and mysterious.
Seeing that there was not much blood essence left in the pool, Xie Tian slightly frowned, then gently put Little Bell into the Ancient Blood Pool.
Then, he turned his head and looked at the ancestors who had followed him into the Ancient Blood Pool in a daze.
"Don't look like that, I've always said that I'm the successor of the Evil Emperor."
Xie Tian smiled, then said words that were extremely inconsistent with his identity as the successor of the Evil Emperor.
"Go to the Burial Sea and find out what's going on in the foreign battlefield. Also, don't come here again." Xie Tian pointed at Little Bell in the Ancient Blood Pool and smiled proudly. "Even if the elders are gone, there's still my daughter, right?"
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