Chapter 99
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Only one word came out of his mouth.
"Scram."
That voice was hoarse and soft, revealing the weakness of being heavily injured.
But Chen Weiyuan's heart was beating rapidly, and a shiver ran down his spine.
He took a step back almost pathetically, but when he reacted, a trace of disbelief flashed through his eyes.
How could this be?
He actually felt the suppression of his bloodline from the other party.
An Immemorial Bloodline could only be suppressed by an equally ancient bloodline.
He was already the purest and most outstanding inheritor of the Chen Clan's bloodline in hundreds of years. Even Ye Xuanguang couldn't completely suppress him, so how could Ye Yunlan?
He looked at Ye Yunlan's golden eyes.
… They were very similar to the sign of the Ye Clan's bloodline atavism.
And Ye Yunlan also had the surname Ye, and when he thought of Ye Xuanguang's special attitude towards Ye Yunlan, a guess formed in his mind.
But he still found it inconceivable.
— The Ye Clan had existed for tens of thousands of years, and only Ye Xuanguang's bloodline was pure enough to atavism. If there really was another with such a pure bloodline, why would they let him wander outside?
The person on the bed slowly straightened up, his long black hair draped over his snow-white inner clothes and thin shoulders.
Outside the flying boat was a sea of clouds, but that person's long and narrow golden eyes were even brighter than the sun. The vermilion mole at the end of his eye was like a spark on his pale face.
Unlike his usual pale and weak appearance, Ye Yunlan's body now had a dense and oppressive beauty, and an indescribable dignity.
A trace of surprise flashed through Chen Weiyuan's eyes, but he quickly collected himself, forced out a drop of blood essence from his fingertip, and quickly drew in the air.
— He wanted to know if Ye Yunlan was a member of the Ye Clan. "You dare to pry into my fate?"
That person's hoarse voice suddenly rang in his ears.
The blood thread that was prying into his fate abruptly broke.
Suffering the backlash of the spell, Chen Weiyuan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked up in shock, and saw the person on the bed looking at him expressionlessly.
That pale and slender hand raised towards him. It looked so soft, but it seemed to have the power to shake the world.
Chen Weiyuan's cultivation had already reached Tribulation Transcendence, just half a step away from Transcendence, but at this time, he had the illusion that he would be crushed to death.
Thunder suddenly rumbled outside the window.
The person on the bed lowered his head and coughed violently.
Blood seeped through his fingers and dyed his snow-white sleeves red.
The golden light in his eyes slowly faded, and so did the thick bloodline power on his body. In the end, he only raised his eyes and looked at Qin Lie emotionlessly.
The muffled thunder subsided.
The person on the bed closed her eyes again.
The oppressive feeling in the room gradually faded away. Chen Weiyuan slowly exhaled a breath of air. His face was cloudy and uncertain.
He slowly walked over and looked at the person on the bed. He wanted to get closer to test the other party, but when he thought of the warning look in the other party's eyes, he didn't move in the end.
His mind raced as he tried to figure out what had caused the sudden change.
He thought of one possibility.
It was the Essence of Holy Wood that Ye Xuanguang had fed him earlier.
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