CHAPTER 810: CHAPTER 421:

"That mask, along with his cruel and brutal style of stripping naked and fighting others, is exactly the same as last night’s White Owl!"

"Ha..."

Xiao Linye suddenly chuckled softly, and the suffocating pressure dissipated as if it had never appeared.

The resentment piled up within him due to the destruction of the Golden Benba Bottle now intertwined with the new hatred of the Deep Red Eye being taken, making him exceptionally calm.

It’s that bastard again!

Who exactly is he?

Two consecutive times ruining my plans, is he purposely opposing the Xiao Family?

No, that’s not right.

Xiao Linye immediately dismissed this thought.

The plan for the Golden Benba Bottle was extremely secretive, and seizing the Deep Red Eye was a spur-of-the-moment decision.

These two events were merely coincidences.

Unless the opponent possessed the ability to foresee, there was no logical explanation for the timing.

These two events must be just coincidences.

Xiao Chenghuan’s expression was somewhat grim:

"At the time in the laboratory, Luo Lie called out our identities, and that White Owl heard it clearly. Since he knows we’re from the Xiao Family, what if he comes looking for us?"

"The enemy is in the shadows, while we are exposed, which indeed poses a problem."

Xiao Yuanwang also frowned.

"Come looking for us?"

Xiao Linye’s eyes flashed fiercely, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips:

"That would be the best scenario. If he dares to come, the West Mountain Ancestral Temple will become his burial ground!"

This confident demeanor immediately dispelled the worries in Xiao Yuanwang and Xiao Chenghuan’s hearts.

They had no doubts about the strength of the Family Head.

Moreover, in the sacred grounds of the Xiao Family Ancestral Temple, there was an unrivaled genius in seclusion.

The most talented Qilin Zi since the founding of the Xiao Family, a peerless blade born for slaughter.

At only twenty years old, he had already touched the threshold of S-Class, waiting for the day when he would emerge and shake the entire Xia Country.

Of course, Xiao Linye’s greatest confidence still came from the "Master" standing behind him, a being as powerful as a god.

A mere White Owl, however strong, was still only a mortal.

"All of you may leave."

After discussing for a moment, he sat solemnly on the mat and waved his hand.

The three of them left the shrine quietly, grateful and respectful.

The temple returned to silence, and Xiao Linye closed his eyes, his breath sinking once again into the calm Meditation State like an ancient well.

Time flowed slowly, and the sunset sank behind the mountains.

The last rays of twilight faded through the lattice windows, and the shrine’s lighting quickly dimmed.

The flames of the candles grew increasingly bright in the deepening dusk, casting long shadows on the name plaques.

The mountain wind turned cooler, and all was silent.

Only a wisp of blue smoke from the incense burner continued to rise towards the dark beams.

As he wandered in contemplation, a subtle tremor, entirely unannounced, emerged from the depths of his consciousness.

That sensation was ethereal, like a greeting transmitted across countless mountains and waters, or like a fishing line in the deep sea lightly touched.

That aura...

Xiao Linye’s spirit suddenly shook.

He recognized this feeling!

It’s exactly that guy who absorbed the massive blood energy and malicious restriction of the Golden Benba Bottle and completely refined it!

A flash of insight appeared in Xiao Linye’s mind.

He immediately focused all his thoughts on that faintly elusive connection.

He then bit his tongue sharply, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence, which transformed into a mist before him.

Meanwhile, his hands moved rapidly in the mist like dancing butterflies, while he chanted:

"Blood leads to soul tracing, pursue across thousands of miles, decree!"

With the final syllable, the blood mist churned violently, eventually condensing into an imperceptible blood thread.

Immediately, it pierced into the void, tracing along that mysterious sense towards the distant target.

Meanwhile, far away in Guilan District, in the new house at Sea Sky Garden.

Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the living room floor, his eyes slightly closed, immersed in meditation, engaging in a special battle.