Published: January 6, 2025
Qin Chen tortured the Blood River Saint Ancestor with the purpose of extracting information about Shangguan Wan'er from him.
“Hahaha, do you really think you can get something out of me? I am the Blood River Saint Ancestor, a chaos being! How could I possibly submit before you?”
The Blood River Saint Ancestor roared angrily at the sky. Although Qin Chen was merely a rumor to him, he saw it as a profound humiliation. To comply with Qin Chen's inquiries would mean acknowledging defeat in front of him. For a being that had lived for billions of years, this was more unbearable than physical pain.
“Blood River Saint Ancestor, why must you be this way?”
At this moment, the Primordial Ancestral Dragon stepped forward and spoke in a rumbling voice.
“Hahaha, Primordial Ancestral Dragon, how can you, as a chaos being, submit to a mere human brat? This is simply disgraceful for our kind. I will never lower myself like you at the feet of this human boy,” the Blood River Saint Ancestor spat angrily, his cold blood-red eyes shimmering like a star river, with ancient desolation and destructive power roiling within.
He glared at Qin Chen, his rage and brutality completely ignited, eyes filled with an intense desire to torture Qin Chen mercilessly.
As long as he had the chance, he would tear this boy to shreds.
Qin Chen remained unfazed by the fury and killing intent emanating from the Blood River Saint Ancestor. His gaze only revealed endless indifference. “Very good, very good. You have spirit. Ancient chaos beings truly do not disappoint me.”
The Blood River Saint Ancestor's gaze turned icy as he frowned at Qin Chen. Did this brat ever have anything good to say?
Qin Chen's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes glittering with a ghostly light: “Unfortunately, no matter how much spirit you have, you cannot change the tragic fate of being trapped for billions of years. In your eyes, you might see yourself as a chaos being, but in my eyes, you are just a poor dog trapped in this endless chaos.”
“No...” Qin Chen shook his head, a strong disdain rising in his eyes: “A dog still has freedom, while you have nothing left but a remnant soul, barely hanging on, still clinging to what you think is glory.”
“Billions of years have passed, and you know nothing of what has happened in the outside world. You just arrogantly guard the identity you were born with. How pathetic.”
Qin Chen's “praise” undoubtedly intensified the anger within the Blood River Saint Ancestor. Each of Qin Chen's sarcastic words fell upon his heart like heavy blows, breeding endless resentment.
Because what Qin Chen said was indeed the truth; no matter how noble he was, being trapped here for billions of years was utterly futile.
He had attracted so many powerful beings into the depths of this Chaotic Star River, into the depths of this Dark Star, for what purpose?
Wasn’t it to regain his freedom and see the light again?
The Blood River Saint Ancestor's hands trembled, his teeth chattering, and he issued a chilling roar reminiscent of a vengeful spirit: “Brat, no matter what you say, you cannot make me submit. I, the Blood River Saint Ancestor, do not kneel to heaven, do not bow to the earth, and do not yield to anyone. I will let you know the consequences of offending me will be the most painful death, no, it should be an eternal cycle of suffering.”
Qin Chen slowly narrowed his eyes and coldly said, “I will probably not wait for that day, but you will soon know the fate of opposing me. It is a punishment for a dog resisting its master!”
“You... die!!!”
The rage and killing intent within the Blood River Saint Ancestor nearly burst out of his body. He roared and lunged at Qin Chen, his power exploding madly as his body transformed into a substantial essence. This was a sea of blood, boiling and ready to engulf Qin Chen, wishing to turn him into a bloody pulp, a source of nourishment for his physical form.
Faced with the Blood River Saint Ancestor's furious strike, Qin Chen's gaze remained calm, devoid of emotion.