There were blood bubbles bubbling in the blood pool. It was unknown how long they had been there for, but there was even a hint of decaying aura coming from it, bringing with it a faint putrid smell.
In the middle of the blood pool, the old man did not care about Ao Kui's arrival. He was still soaking in the blood pool, constantly absorbing the blood essence in the pool. When the blood essence in the blood pool seeped into the old man's body like silk, the blood pool became as clear as a mirror.
Whoosh!
Finally, the zombie-like old man moved. Two beams of crimson light shot out from his eyes, and in the next moment, his skinny body began to strangely fill up. His sparse white hair turned jet-black, each strand translucent, and the aura of decay that pervaded his body was swept away.
A benevolent-looking old man stood upright in the blood pool. He rose step by step and walked up to Ao Kui. His vast blood aura was mixed with some evil aura, causing Ao Kui's breathing to stagnate.
This was what the Ao Shan Battalion relied on, the strongest foundation of the entire Ao Shan Battalion, the Heavy Floor great martial artist, Ao Hong!
"Grandchild greets the Old Ancestor. Congratulations to the Old Ancestor for breaking through the shackles of the Martial Path!"
Seeing the old man walk out of the blood pool, Ao Kui hurriedly knelt on the ground and said respectfully. At this moment, he no longer had the arrogant, domineering attitude of bullying the tens of thousands of troops in his territory. Instead, he became very cautious.
"Get up. Why did you come to find the old ancestor this time? When will the next batch of blood slaves be delivered!"
The old man did not respond to Ao Kui's compliments. The two of them did not seem to have the feeling of being related by blood.
"Old ancestor, the next batch of blood slaves can't be delivered on time!"
What!
Boom!
Even if Ao Kui was the leader of the Ao Shan War Division and held the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people in his hands, he was extremely embarrassed and trembling in front of the old man, even if he was Ao Hong's bloodline descendant.
For the old man, Ao Shan was not the only direct descendant in the entire Ao Shan Battalion. After hundreds of years, there were more than a dozen direct descendants, not to mention the descendants of other branches. It was only a matter of a word from him to decide who would be the clan leader of the Ao Shan Battalion.
What he cared about the most was that he could send him enough blood slaves every other year. Ao Shan had been able to sit on the position of clan leader for the past few decades because he had prepared enough blood slaves for him every year.
"What's going on? You'd better give me a satisfactory reason. Otherwise, you know what the consequences will be. Even if you're my descendant, I won't be lenient. I'm sure there are plenty of people in the tribe who could be the Patriarch!"
"Yes!
Yes!
Yes!
Old ancestor, please don't be angry. I didn't mean to disobey your order. I really have my own difficulties! "
The violent aura made Ao Shan kneel on the ground. His face was pale and his body couldn't help but tremble. For many people in the tribe, the name of the Old Ancestor of the Ao Shan Battalion was engraved in their hearts. However, only he knew how cruel and violent this temperamental old ancestor was.
"In just half a year, the power structure of the entire Fallen Dragon Territory has changed. Our Ao Shan Battalion is no longer the sole leader. Another human battalion has risen and wants to destroy our Ao Shan Battalion and replace us as the new overlord of the entire Fallen Dragon Territory!"
Speaking of this, Ao Shan paused and slightly raised his head to look at the old ancestor. After decades of time, he had already figured out the temper of the old ancestor. This old ancestor usually stayed in closed-door training. However, if he touched the blood slaves that he used for cultivation, he would definitely become temperamental. He wouldn't even recognize his own family and friends. He would even kill the blood slaves that he used for cultivation.
"This new human battalion can only be stronger than our Ao Shan Battalion. Now, half of the human tribes that were originally under the command of our Ao Shan Battalion have switched sides. Old ancestor, I'm afraid that if I go and destroy another human tribe and capture blood slaves for you, I'm afraid that the rest of the tribes that are under the command of our Ao Shan Battalion will panic. If that happens, they will all join the enemy's side. Our Ao Shan Battalion will be in danger!"
"Everything grandson is doing is for the sake of the tribe. Ancestor, please understand. Once the tribe's crisis is over, grandson will definitely capture enough blood slaves for Ancestor, so that Ancestor can break through the shackles of the Martial Path's second level!"
As he spoke, Ao Shan banged his head on the ground, looking like he could not stop himself.
Every year, the Ao Shan Battalion would destroy a few human battalions. It could be said that all of this was because of this old ancestor.
Ever since Ao Shan inherited the position of the chief, he had to prepare thousands of human blood slaves for this old ancestor almost every year.
Not all of these human blood slaves could be used. They needed to be adult men, but they couldn't be over thirty years old. They had to have a high level of cultivation. Almost all of these men were elite soldiers of the human battalions.
In order to gather enough blood thralls every year, they would have to destroy a human low-ranked combat division to gather enough people. At first, it was still fine. The Ao Shan Combat Division could still go to the edge of the wild forest to capture blood thralls.
However, as time passed, all the blood slaves at the edge of the Wasteland had either been captured or escaped into the depths of the Wasteland. Ao Shan Army had no choice but to exterminate some human army divisions. This was also the reason why the Ao Shan Army had become more and more unpopular in the recent years. They would exterminate other army divisions at the slightest provocation. How could this not make many human army divisions in the Wasteland not panic? They were afraid that one day, such a thing would befall their own clan.
"Ancestor, in these years, the Ao Shan Battalion has destroyed countless human battalions. Originally, with the power of the Ao Shan Battalion, those native tribes were nothing to worry about. Even if they wanted to resist the power of the Ao Shan Battalion, they couldn't even withstand a single blow. However, now that the Ao Shan Battalion is in danger, even if we have to put on an act, we have to act like we are doing something for the greater good of the human race to reassure the people. Otherwise, if those tribes betray the Ao Shan Battalion, even if we are not afraid of them, it would still cause unnecessary trouble for the Ao Shan Battalion!"
"What greater good of the human race?
I've never believed in the bullsh * t righteousness of the human race. All of this is fake. Only strength is real. In the past hundred years, I've absorbed the bloodline and spirituality of countless humans. The grade of this martial path has already shown signs of loosening! "
At this moment, the old man's breath became a little crazy. His eyes were filled with bloodlust as he sneered.
"Kill!
Kill for me!
Since they dare to resist, then kill!
Kill until their blood flows like rivers, kill until they don't dare to resist anymore. A bunch of useless chickens and pottery dogs, how dare they resist the Ao Shan Battalion, I will kill them all. Let's see if they still dare to disobey the orders of the Ao Shan Battalion! "
"Ancestor, could it be that the rank of your martial path is about to break through?"
"Indeed, after a hundred years and absorbing the essence of countless human bloodlines, there is finally a sign of loosening. This is all thanks to the incomplete blood spell of the blood race that I once obtained!"
Hearing Ao Kui's words, the crazed expression on the old man's face disappeared and was replaced with excitement. After a hundred years of suffering, he was about to succeed. How could he not be excited? This step would bring him to a whole new world.
In the Chong Lou Realm, a warrior would go through the Heavenly Tribulation to forge a Chong Lou. There were nine grades of Chong Lou, but not all warriors could forge a ninth grade Chong Lou.
Martial artists with poor talent could only reach the lower level of the Martial Dao Layer. For example, Ao Hong, the Ancestor of the Ao Mountain War Tribe, had only reached the third level of the Martial Dao Layer. This meant that if he didn't have a fortuitous encounter to supplement his Martial Dao Layer, then the limit of the Martial Dao that he could reach in his lifetime would only be the third level of the Martial Dao Layer.
Compared to the Chong Lou of the Xiantian Chong Lou, there was no need to talk about the gap between the acquired Chong Lou and the Xiantian Chong Lou. Just the Natural Treasures that could make up for the Chong Lou Realm were all rare in the Great Wilderness.
Not to mention a mere Ao Shan Battalion, even some High Rank and Marquis Rank Battalions would have such Natural Treasures that were extremely precious and hard to come by. They were enough to be the foundation of a tribe, so how could Ao Hong obtain them?
However, in his early years, when Ao Hong had broken through to the Chong Lou Realm and roamed the Great Wilderness, he had obtained an incomplete Blood Art of the Blood Race. There was a secret art in it that could nurture the Chong Lou Realm, but this secret art was a little incomplete.
The Blood Race was one of the great clans of the Great Wilderness. They lived on blood and were extremely evil. They used humans as blood slaves and sucked on their flesh and blood. It could be said that the Blood Race lived on blood, and the Blood Arts created by their race also used blood as a medium.
The Blood Art in Ao Hong's hands was an incomplete Blood Art. Even though he had studied it for many years, there were still great flaws in it. Therefore, he needed a large amount of the blood and flesh essence of young human men to nurture the Chong Lou Realm. Moreover, it took him a hundred years, and who knew how many of his human brethren had been sucked dry. Only today did he show signs of a breakthrough!
"When Old Ancestor makes up for the flaws in the fourth level of the Chong Lou Realm, the quality of the Chong Lou Realm will be at the middle level. This is a qualitative change. The middle level of the Chong Lou Realm will be a whole new world!"
Seeing Ao Hong so excited, Di Ao Shan, who was kneeling on the ground, turned his eyes and said in a flattering tone, "Old Ancestor, I have an important matter to report. This is related to the grade of Old Ancestor's Chong Lou Realm."
"Oh!" Ao Hong was a little unconcerned.
"Old Ancestor, the tribe that challenged the hegemony of the Gu Yuan Tribe is called the Gu Yuan War Tribe. Not long ago, they created two Luck Race members. Their patriarch received an endless amount of luck from the human race and broke through to the Chong Lou Realm. I heard that he created an upper seventh floor."
What!
"You're talking about an upper floor, and this person just broke through!"
"That's right!
He just broke through. Even if he's an upper floor, his strength will definitely not be a match for Old Ancestor. Moreover, his flesh and blood is enough for Old Ancestor to break through the boundary of the Chong Lou Realm. It can even go one step further and make up for the fifth or sixth floor! "
"Good!
Good!
Good! "
In the next moment, Ao Hong actually laughed wildly. An upper seventh floor Chong Lou Realm, and he had just broken through. His strength was nothing to worry about!
Could this be the will of the heavens? Knowing that Old Ancestor was going to make up for the flaws in the Chong Lou Realm, it specially sent him the blood and flesh essence!