Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Chapter 1113 Roar

1113 Roar

''Who are you?'' Zed asked with clear animosity laced in his voice.

The young man smiled. ''You can call me starlight.''

Zed's Gazed narrowed. ''What is your weapon of choice?''

Starlight laughed. ''My weapon of choice?''

Rather than replying, Starlight pointed straight up. Zed found his eyes subconsciously following his finger, and yet saw nothing but the endless expanse of the Dao Lor'ds glass orb.

Almost immediatly, Zed's temper flared once again. Was Starlight trying to say that the Dao Lord's Inheritance would be his?

Zed sneered. ''You sure are cocky.''

Starlight smiled, the handsome radiance of his face causing some female geniuses in the vicinity to take a second and even third look. He didn't quite seem human, he felt far more like a demi god descended to grace them with his presence.

As for whether Starlight truly meant it or not, he clearly didn't have any itentions of explaining. His white robes continued to flutter in the wind, Zed's fury not bothering him in the slighest.

''I've never seen a staff wielder with such a fiery temper, leave him alone,'' a woman's voice suddenly echoed out.

Zed sent a glare over toward a petite young woman who seemed to be barely five feet tall. If not for the maturity of her face she truly would have looked like a little girl of barely 12 years old. Her dress seemed to be formed of small silver blade tied together, causing them to chime with every sway.

Despite his glare, the petite young woman stared back as though daring him to do something. It was clear that she was protecting Starlight for ''unknown'' reasons. Obviously, she just liked the shape of his face.

''Ranna, mind your own business.''

Ranna sneered. ''It sounds to me like you suffered a loss and now want to pout like a little babgy. Maybe if you were half as handsome as him I might care to listen to you. You want to taste my blade? Just because you're overcompensating with that long rod you carry around everywhere, doesn't mean everyone's fooled.''

Ranna held up her pinky without the slightest hint of respect. It almost made no sense for a girl who looked so adorable to have such a deplorable mouth, and yet here they were.

Zed's expression darkened, however before he could say anything, he was interrupted once more.

''Don't you think you all are talking a bit too much?'' Mae interrupted. ''If you're scared to battle, then just say so. As for me, I'm done wasting time here.''

The group had clearly wanted to scout ahead to see what kind of improvements their counterparts had made. Without fail, all of them were from the Fifth Heaven at the least, some even being from the Sixth. If not for this, why would they be standing around instead of rushing after the treasure that laid before them all.

Altough Mae was pissed about Ryu not being around here, that didn't mean that she wouldn't fight for the Dao Lord's Inheritance herself, she wanted it just as much as everyone else. She wouldn't let them stand in her way.

Vie chuckled when he heard Mae, his golden hair fluttering.

''Princess Mae is indeed correct, instead of all this probing, I'll let my blade taste your improvement.

A valiant aura towered out from vie as he took a strong step forward.

The geniuses only gave each other one more look before they all shot forward at once, their aura blazing. They had been the pinnacle of their respective Clans a decade ago. It was time to find out which of them had lived up to their ptotential and which of them had fallen by the wayside.

...

Ryu's wrists flickered. Everywhere his radiant blue lightning whips passed by, another body part would explode into a rain of ash.

He was absolutely relentless, his killing speed touching inconceivable levels.

''How dare you?!''

''Do you understand the power of the Demonic Flame sect!?''

''Who do you think you are?!''

Ryu's gaze reflected with an almost reptilian light, his irises flickering between a deep silver and a sapphire blue. It felt as though with every step forward his Lightning Inheritance took, his Qilin Bloodline boiled more savagely.

He didn't seem to hear the words of these Demonic Flame Sect disciples at all. His forearms flexed and his steps were firm. His arms crossed his body, leaving arcs of blue lightning in the air. It felt like every time he slahed down, the skies themselves would boil.

The tip of his whip appeared before the forehead of one disciple, shattering it to pieces and leaving what remained of their neck as nothing more than a charred mess.

With a pivot of his hips he lashed out with a second whip, forming a cyclone around the body of an oncoming warrior and pulling tight. The cyclone closed in and shredded the disciple's clothing to pieces before it even touched them, and when it finally did, there was nothing more than a single scream of horror before they were left as nothing more than a pile of ash.

The flashes of Ryu's whips were so blinding and loud that they echoed across hundreds of miles. Even those barely withing eyeshot couldn't help but look over, their hearts palpitating.

ROAR!

Ryu roared into the skies, a pent up bestial aura echoing from him.

At that moment, the geniuses already placed near the center of the Dao Lor'ds Inheritance all looked back at once, their eyes narrowing. Was it even possible for someone with a roar like that to be placed so far back? Was it a beast?

Mae and a certain blue robed woman looked back toward the same location, their eyes flickering with emotions that were the exact opposite of one another. One softened, and the other exuded a frighteningly cold air.

This blue robed woman was none other than Jenneless who found hersefl near the geniuses of the Fifth Heaven. And much like Mae, she recognized that roar all too well.

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