The Asura Clan had a very interesting characteristic.
The nobler the bloodline of this race, the better-looking they were, and the higher their status. This was the case for both men and women.
If you saw a member of the Asura Clan with an ugly appearance, needless to say, his strength and talent would probably be average.
This was a race that looked at appearances. With one look, one could tell the status and strength of the Asura Race member.
The young Asura Race cultivator who appeared before Xiao Chen was rather handsome. He had a single horn on his head, snow-white hair, and a pair of eyes that looked like blood jades.
"What's the matter?"
Xiao Chen asked indifferently as he turned around.
That Asura Race cultivator calmed himself and said, "I am Luohou Yun, from the Luohou Clan, one of the four royal clans of the Asura Race. I took the liberty of disturbing you because I want to get to know you. This underworld boat was forged by my Luohou Clan. "
Under the cloak, Xiao Chen raised his eyebrows. Based on this person's appearance and the many cultivators behind him, it seemed like he was telling the truth.
"My family name is Xiao. Young Master Luohou is too polite."
Seeing that Xiao Chen did not get angry, Luohou Yun rejoiced. "Senior, please come with me. This is not a good place to speak."
Xiao Chen followed the other party to the top of the underworld boat. Luohou Yun received Xiao Chen warmly.
Luohou Yun took out some rare and precious fruits that contained a demonic nature and pure demonic Spiritual Energy.
Xiao Chen glanced at them and thought to himself, I do not like these demonic nature fruits.
However, if I don't eat them, I will easily expose myself. Left with no choice, I can only feed these Abyssal Underworld Spirit Fruits to the Demon Blood Vulture on my shoulder.
When Luohou Yun saw this scene, he felt shocked. "Senior, do you normally use these thousand-year-old Demonic Spirit Fruits to feed the Demon Blood Vulture?"
This was not wrong. After entering the Heavenly Alliance, the Demon Blood Vulture only ate thousand-year-old Demonic Spirit Fruits under Senior Liu's nurturing.
Xiao Chen did not deny it. He replied indifferently, "It's alright."
Luohou Yun felt somewhat flustered. To think that he took out the spirit fruits for feeding demonic pets to receive Senior Xiao. He quickly apologized, "I was rude earlier. However, this underworld boat is very simple. I simply cannot take out any decent spirit fruits to receive Senior Xiao."
"I'm fine."
Xiao Chen responded casually. For the time being, he would take it as learning about the Asura Race. Among the many races in the Netherworld, the Asura Race seemed to have the highest status.
Rakshasa, Yaksha, and the other layers of the Netherworld were all servants of the Shura for a very long time. Later on, they slowly grew stronger.
However, from the looks of it, even though there were some differences between the Nether Kings and none of them were willing to submit to each other, the Nether Kings were not willing to submit to each other. However, it was undeniable that the Asura Race was still the strongest, and they controlled the Underworld God Hall.
As they chatted idly, Xiao Chen brought the topic to the Final Blood Battlefield to see if he could obtain any useful information.
"Final Blood Battlefield? That place had not been peaceful recently. It was normally a forbidden area, and those who dared to go there were all experts. However, it seems like some incredible treasure appeared this time, attracting the experts of the nine layers of the Abyssal Underworld over. There are also many Demonic Dao experts from the Xuewu Dynasty.
When Luohou Yun mentioned the Final Blood Battlefield, excitement flashed in his eyes. However, he quickly extinguished it.
Normally, Xiao Chen could not go to the Final Blood Battlefield. Now that it was so chaotic, he could not go.
The genes of the Asura Race flowed in their blood. They had an innate desire for battle and worshiped the strong.
While the Final Blood Battlefield was not peaceful, the more it was so, the more the Asura Race cultivators would be curious and hot-blooded.
However, Luohou Yun was merely a Cloud Sea Star Venerate. Even if he went to the Final Blood Battlefield, he could only wander around the periphery. If he dared to enter, there would be only one result: death.
Xiao Chen could not remain calm in his heart. Something appeared in the Final Blood Battlefield. Could it be a dart head made of Seven Color Stone?
"Do you know what it is?"
Luohou Yun shook his head and said, "I'm not sure about that. However, the Final Blood Battlefield was the decisive battlefield between the Abyssal Underworld and the Great Thousand Realms more than four thousand years ago. Both sides suffered countless casualties. The only things that can be excavated are the remains of Faux Gods, Soul Tools, Demonic Weapons, and powerful treasures. Normally, most of them are incomplete fragments. I believe that a relatively complete Soul Tool or strange treasure was discovered this time. Perhaps, it is some holy relic of our ancestors. That is all that can be excavated from the battlefield. It should not be natural treasures or rare fruits, right? "
This little fellow understood rather well. Indeed, that was all that could be excavated from the battlefield.
However, Xiao Chen had some misgivings in his heart. If the dart head was really exposed, his and Lin Feng's mission would be somewhat uncertain.
After the underworld boat docked, Luohou Yun invited Xiao Chen to return to his clan with him, wanting to introduce him to his father.
There were four Asura Kings in the ninth layer of the Abyssal Underworld. The position of the ninth Underworld Monarch had always been passed between the four royal clans.
Xiao Chen guessed right. This Luohou Yun's father might be Luohou Wang, one of the four Asura Kings.
After the boat docked, Xiao Chen discovered that Luohou Yun had a Sovereign Emperor expert by his side, protecting him in secret.
However, Luohou Yun himself did not know this.
For Luohou Yun to be able to send out a Sovereign Emperor guard, it showed Luohou Yun's position in the Luohou Clan.
If Xiao Chen went to meet this Luohou Wang and exposed his identity, only death awaited him.
However, the other party was a Luohou Wang. He would definitely know what happened in the Final Blood Battlefield. That would be of great help to completing the mission.
After thinking about it, Xiao Chen chose the former. He could take his time to find out information about the Final Blood Battlefield.
Xiao Chen only had one life. If he lost it, it would be gone. Furthermore, Xiao Chen was not very enthusiastic about the mission to retrieve the holy relic in the first place.
"I have matters to attend to. Never mind. Let's meet again if we are fated," Xiao Chen said indifferently.
After saying that indifferently, Xiao Chen slowly vanished from Luohou Yun's gaze of worship.
"Big Brother Hong, how high do you think Senior Xiao's cultivation is? Peak Holy Venerate, Sovereign Personage, or false Emperor? "
Luohou Yun asked one of the guards beside him.
"I can't tell. However, I always feel on edge when standing beside him. I keep feeling like I will be swallowed up at any moment."
"I hope we can meet again. To think that I was fortunate enough to meet such an expert today. This is truly incredible. "
When Luohou Yun thought about it, he felt some admiration for himself. To think that he dared to step forward and greet Xiao Chen.
The meeting with Luohou Yun was just a small interlude in Xiao Chen's journey to the Abyssal Underworld. His plan had not changed.
After arriving at the nearest city and obtaining a map, Xiao Chen rushed to the Final Blood Battlefield.
Along the way, Xiao Chen kept an eye out for information about the Final Blood Battlefield. However, there were many rumors about it; there was no definitive answer.
Recently, Xiao Chen even heard that Righteous Dao cultivators had joined in, startling even the Underworld God Guards.
This gave Xiao Chen a headache. Since he was not familiar with the Abyssal Underworld, he could not find any reliable information.
Three days ago, Xiao Chen had already arrived at the Final Blood Battlefield.
Xiao Chen wandered around the battlefield's periphery a few times, killing some Abyssal Underworld ferocious beasts that did not know better. At the same time, he familiarized himself with the battlefield's environment.
According to rumor, this Final Blood Battlefield was not the only place where the great battle four thousand years ago took place. Since ancient times, many great battles had taken place here.
Back then, the Black Dragon King fought the nine Underworld Monarchs here as well. The decisive battle with the Demonic Dao cultivators had also taken place here.
This was an ancient battlefield with a long history. Just by wandering around the periphery, one could feel the corpse Qi that had accumulated for many years.
Without reaching the Cloud Sea Realm, one would not even be qualified to enter. Even Sovereign Personages had to be extremely cautious in this ancient battlefield.
As for Divine Vein Realm Sovereign Emperors, as long as they were careful, they would not run into too much danger in this ancient battlefield.
Even if they ran into someone they could not afford to offend, they should not have any problems fleeing in advance.
The truly terrifying ones were the other Sovereign Emperors who entered this place. These people were far more dangerous than the forbidden land itself.
"Is Lin Feng not coming?"
It looked like the appointed time with Lin Feng was approaching, but the other party had not appeared yet.
The Heavenly Alliance medallion could sense each other's presence. The medallion did not react at all. This meant that the other party was still far from the Final Blood Battlefield.
As the blood moon rose, the appointed time passed. Then, Xiao Chen shook his head and entered the Final Blood Battlefield alone.
Since the other party had not arrived yet, there was no need to wait.
However, Xiao Chen did not notice a spot behind him that his Spiritual Sense could not detect. A figure slowly put away the bow in his hand on the summit. The arrow flickered with a cold light, looking startling under the illumination of the blood moon.
No one knew what would happen if this arrow was fired. However, in the end, the owner of the bow chose not to attack.
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