"You are the Huaxia person who planted the blood seed on Princess Ele Bella?"
Suddenly, a handsome young man in a red suit pushed through the crowd and walked gracefully to Zhang Fan's side. His blood-red eyes fixed on Zhang Fan, and he spoke indifferently.
"Blood seed? Princess Ele Bella was planted with a blood seed?"
The handsome youth's words caused a stir of surprise and disbelief among the other youngsters.
After all, the Blood Seed technique was a unique secret art of their blood race. Ele Bella, a rare genius of their race in a century, had mastered this art to perfection.
Yet today, someone had stepped forward claiming Ele Bella had been planted with a blood seed, and that person was from Huaxia. How could the younger generation, who idolized Ele Bella, accept this?
The older generation of the blood race were aware of this information and appeared much calmer. When they had first learned of it, their reactions were similar to the youngsters, filled with disbelief.
They had then wanted to dispatch elders to Huaxia to force this Huaxia boy to remove the blood seed.
However, to their astonishment, this matter was actually blocked by Ele Bella.
It wasn't until later, when Ele Bella's strength rapidly improved, reaching the peak of the Saint realm in less than two years, that they understood why she had stopped them.
At the same time, they learned of Zhang Fan's promise to Ele Bella: to grant her freedom after ten years. This was something their blood race could ultimately accept.
Therefore, after that, the higher echelons of the blood race had not brought up the matter again.
But today, Zhang Fan dared to appear in their Ancestral Castle, leaving the blood race's higher-ups uncertain of his intentions, and naturally adopting a wary and hostile stance.
"So what if I did? What business is it of yours?" Zhang Fan glanced indifferently at the handsome youth and chuckled.
Ele Bella did not intervene in this sudden turn of events. She knew that such a confrontation was inevitable after she brought Zhang Fan to the Ancestral Castle.
At the same time, she trusted that her master could handle the situation well.
After all, even the five Earth Immortals from the Holy See could not deal with Zhang Fan. How could these juniors of their blood race pose any threat to him?
Zhang Fan's unreserved admission only intensified the coldness in the youth's eyes. The gaze of the younger generation of the blood race towards Zhang Fan also shifted.
Instantly, the atmosphere in the grand hall became tense. Over a dozen Saints stood in the hall, emanating a bloody and murderous aura. A heavy sense of pressure spread, causing some of the weaker young members of the blood race to feel a tightness in their chests.
Above the hall, on a dark throne, sat a middle-aged man clad in an ancient robe.
He possessed an elegant demeanor, like a medieval nobleman, as he sat on the throne, calmly observing everything that unfolded below without intervention.
"Remove the blood seed from Princess Ele Bella immediately, and this matter will be resolved. Otherwise, regardless of your origin, you will not leave this hall today."
The handsome youth's eyes held undisguised killing intent, and he spoke with a chilling expression.
"Heh heh."
Zhang Fan shook his head and flicked a finger at the handsome youth. A sharp surge of finger force shot out from his fingertip.
The youth had not expected Zhang Fan to make the first move within their Ancestral Castle, nor had he anticipated the speed of the attack. Before he could react and defend himself, it struck him.
*Bang!*
The youth was sent flying by Zhang Fan's finger, crashing into a massive iron pillar behind him with a deafening roar.
The handsome youth's strength had reached the mid-Saint realm, making him an undoubtedly talented figure within the blood race. But he was facing Zhang Fan, who had defeated the Pope of the Holy See and possessed combat power comparable to an Earth Immortal.
Even with less than half of his power, this single finger strike sent the youth spitting blood and severely injured, rendering him incapable of fighting.
The blood race youths who had been itching to challenge Zhang Fan fell silent, looking at him with disbelief and a hint of fear in their eyes.
With a casual flick of his finger, he had gravely injured and incapacitated Oakland, a mid-Saint realm cultivator. What kind of strength did this require?
*Clap, clap!*
"Master Zhang is indeed Master Zhang. With such strength, being hailed as the supreme martial artist of Huaxia is not an exaggeration." The middle-aged man on the throne stood up, applauding gently with a knowing smile.
"However, in our Ancestral Castle, you have dealt such a heavy blow to one of our kin. Master Zhang, isn't that a bit excessive?"
"Excessive?"
Zhang Fan disdained to explain. Instead, with a playful smile, he looked towards the upper part of the hall and said, "You simply wanted to test my strength and my purpose for coming here, didn't you? Unfortunately, you are all too weak to even attempt such a test."
"Madman!"
"This Huaxia boy is too arrogant."
Zhang Fan's words utterly enraged the blood race members. More than a dozen Saints slowly closed in on Zhang Fan, seemingly ready to attack at any moment.
"Master Zhang, aren't your words a bit too boastful?"
The middle-aged man standing before the throne frowned. Based on the intelligence he had gathered, he knew Zhang Fan to be an extremely arrogant and conceited person, but facing him directly, he realized that the reports had been understated.
"I won't beat around the bush. Since you wish to witness my strength, then come forth."
"The three of you will suffice. Your strength is passable and worth my effort," Zhang Fan said, pointing towards the middle-aged man and the two men beside him.
These three men – one at the peak of the Divine realm, and the other two at the late Divine realm – formed a formidable force.
However, in Zhang Fan's eyes, they were merely ordinary, capable of withstanding a few of his moves at best.
He knew that upon arriving at the blood race, due to Ele Bella, there would inevitably be some friction. The best way to resolve such conflicts was through brute force.
Only by displaying overwhelming power and intimidating the blood race could he feel secure in cultivating here.
"Father, you are no match for Master. Please give up."
At this moment, Ele Bella could no longer stand by idly.
Although she knew Zhang Fan usually acted with restraint, her father was different from Oakland, who had stepped forward earlier.
She could watch Oakland be beaten and injured without intervention, but she did not wish to see her father suffer. Thus, she had to step forward.
"Bella, you doubt my strength?" the middle-aged man asked incredulously.
He had reached the peak of the Divine realm long ago, only slightly inferior to the Pope of the Holy See. Although Zhang Fan dominated the martial world in Huaxia, he did not believe Zhang Fan would be his opponent.
"Actually, Master's primary purpose for coming to Europe this time was to travel to the Holy See and kill the Pope."
"Although the Pope had entered the Earth Immortal realm, he was still no match for Master. Just as Master was about to kill him, four Arbiters appeared from the Holy See and rescued the Pope. Facing the combined assault of five Earth Immortals, Master was forced to retreat."
"However, even so, before retreating, Master shattered the Holy See's protective formation and seized the Heart of the Holy Light."
"Father, do you still believe you are Master's opponent now?"