A Grandmaster said, "Eleven Giant Grandmasters are hunting the Blood of Tyranny, at least three of them are Giant Great Grandmasters."

"Ah?" Everyone was shocked, not expecting the Giants to mobilize such strong forces, nor the ferocity of the Blood of Tyranny.

"Don't forget, he is the Blood of Tyranny. When he was young, he was bullied by Giants during a trial and was nearly beaten to death. After advancing to Grandmaster, he attacked the Giant tribe at night and slaughtered eight hundred Giants overnight, leaving none alive."

"He has done many things like this; otherwise, why would the Ten Realms fear him? Because of this, unless absolutely necessary, all realms rarely provoke him excessively."

"This group of Giant Grandmasters, many of them are probably his enemies, so they have joined forces. Giants have moved out, and Dragons won't idle either. Dragons are even more vengeful than Giants. To advance, Blood of Tyranny has killed many Dragons to drink their blood and eat their flesh."

"Now he's being beaten like a fallen… tiger."

"Is the Blood of Tyranny injured?"

"Too far to perceive clearly, but it seems he is injured. After all, the power of the Ancient Heart of Life is so vast that it requires a secluded place to slowly absorb it. But, all sides won't give him time to absorb it, leading to having the Ancient Heart of Life but being unable to heal."

Zhao He said, "It seems like a grand siege of the nine races—Dragons, Giants, Sea Sirens, Demons, Dwarves, Beastmen, Tree-men, Giant Insects, and Demon Spirit Masters—is forming. What about us human Martial Artists?"

"Some are observing secretly, but haven't taken action. Those who dared to act before were scared by him. Moreover, there is news that he has gained the complete inheritance of the Ancient River Sect, advancing his strength further. As Martial Artists, we know best the terror of the Stellar Inheritance."

Zhao He sighed, "Who on earth is the senior disciple of the Ancient River Sect? I really want to join the Ancient River Sect to study."

"Just wait a little longer. After a few rounds of mass recruiting, we can all get in."

"I hope I won't have to wait too long."

"With the many Ancient Tree Fossils you obtained this time, your Healing Technique will undoubtedly advance to the extreme. Even if you enter the Great Battlefield, you'll be able to compete with the geniuses of various realms. When you advance to Grandmaster by then, demand to join, and the Ancient River Sect will take you in."

"What do you think, Fei Qiong? You are the only Ancient River Sect disciple among us," Zhao He said.

Lou Fei Qiong smiled, "Although I don't know the senior disciple either, chatting with those senior and junior brothers I learned that the Ancient River Sect is still experimenting, and within at most a year, they will recruit disciples on a large scale. For you, a year earlier or later makes little difference."

Suddenly, a flying Dragon in the sky issued a warning.

A Demon Spirit Master accompanying the team came over, whispering, "A Demon army has been spotted heading this way. Their formation is extremely chaotic, and among them, there should be the Mad Prince Aiden."

"Damn…" Zhao He suddenly burst out in foul language.

People familiar with Zhao He nearby laughed.

Lou Fei Qiong asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?"

"That bastard Aiden every time he sees me, he has to fight me, and I can't possibly beat him. That bastard loves to bully the weak and fear the strong. Last time he met Chen Shouhu, he was obedient. When he sees me, he insists on competing with me."

"The Mad Prince's reputation is well-deserved," Lou Fei Qiong said.

Zhao He cursed, "He's mad as hell, but he knows exactly whom to provoke and whom not to. I couldn't beat him back then, and since then, he hasn't feared me at all. A few months ago, he was stopped with a gaze by Li Shenkong, whose eyes were full of clear wisdom. Let's go, stay away from him, or he'll use me for practice again."

Just then, the Mad Prince's trademark manic laughter rang out.

"Hahahahaha… my dear Zhao, we meet again! Let's have some fun!"

Ahead, the ground cracked, dust flew, and trees toppled everywhere.

Before long, Aiden with his dry yellow curly hair charged over, directly attacking Zhao He.

"Madman!" Zhao He cursed, defending without attacking, retreating step by step.

Aiden also practiced the No Return Battle Technique, resembling a mad demon. When he struck, he used the Wild Bear Fist Technique created by the Martial Saint of Xiong Country.

He was like a Polar Bear, each punch causing air explosions, sounding for kilometers.

Although Zhao He retreated, his defensive skills were truly formidable. Aside from occasionally suffering minor injuries, he had hardly any flaws.

His basic skills were extremely solid, though sometimes appearing sloppy, it didn't affect the overall situation.

People around Zhao He knew the two were sparring and did not intervene.

Before long, Aiden's Demon Alliance Army arrived.

In Zhao He's team, aside from a few who were on alert, most were completely indifferent.

Even though the opposing team had a large number of Demons and Demon Worshipers.

Jax, Rao Mingxian, Shen Jun, Gong Futian, Tu Rong and others gathered together, craning their necks to watch the battle of the two Great Innates.

The peak of Innate is Great Innate.

Just one step away from advancing to Grandmaster.

Rao Mingxian had seen Zhao Tong, but not Zhao He.

He stared at the two and asked in a low voice, "Why is Zhao He being pressed by Aiden?"

Gong Futian smiled, "Aiden is a combat madman, having participated in many real battles, many times nearly losing his life. The reason he is called the Mad Prince is because he is the only anomaly of the Trup Family. Not only does he have mastery in the art of ancestral deals, but he also dares to risk his life in real battle. Jax, wouldn't you agree?"

"Indeed. Although many in our family fear Aiden, they truly admire his strength."

Rao Mingxian frowned, "The Zhao Family's resources are abundant, Zhao He shouldn't be this weak."

"I find it strange too," Gong Futian said.

Jax said quietly, "Take a closer look, if Zhao He were really as weak as he appears, why hasn't he been seriously injured so far? After fighting for so long, he's only suffered minor injuries. Doesn't that strike you as strange?"

Nearby, people took a close look and suddenly realized.

"Indeed, he's holding back."

"This Zhao He, concealing his strength."

"No wonder he is a Martial Saint descendant, much stronger than Zhao Tong."

"See through it, but don't speak of it."

The two fought fiercely for over ten minutes. Zhao He said in a defeated manner, "Aiden, that's enough. If you keep humiliating me, I'll ask the Grandmaster's elders to step in."

Aiden laughed wildly a few times, retracting his fists, and said, "Your defense is getting stronger. How about joining us to fight the Wild Elves?"

Zhao He snorted coldly and said, "Our Dragon Country never colludes with demons."

"Then forget it," Aiden scoffed with a laugh and turned to leave.

Aiden returned to his team, leading the others to continue towards Silver Lake Town.

He suddenly turned back and said, "Forgot to tell you, the next Ancient Heart of Life might appear in Silver Lake Town."

After speaking, Aiden continued forward with a wild laugh.

Jax said, "Brother, why tell him such important information?"

"Of course, I hope he joins the battle, then find a chance to kill him! That fool has been hiding his strength all these years. I must find an opportunity to force him to go all out, then kill him!"

"I've heard the Martial Clans of the Dragon Country are strictly managed by their descendants, unlike our Eagle Alliance," an accompanying Innate said.

Jax said, "Don't be fooled by online information. In the first twenty years of the Martial Arts Era, it was true. But in the last twenty years, it's no different from us. They're human too, and they want their family legacy. There are many things you just don't know. If you don't believe, ask Aiden."

Everyone looked at Aiden.

Aiden sneered, "I don't care about these things, I just want to kill Zhao He. That fool really thinks I don't know his true nature?"

Some people vaguely discerned something from his words.

If Zhao He really was such a martial arts expert, the successor of Martial Saint Zhao Dongjun, even if Aiden had the nerve, he wouldn't dare to provoke him.

Aiden must know something. Even if Zhao He hides his strength, he is confident of victory.

Rao Mingxian couldn't help but ask, "Lord Aiden, why are you confident of defeating Zhao He?"

Aiden glanced coldly at Rao Mingxian and said, "It's because of the martial heart. The first time I saw him, Saint Zhao was still alive. He was young, spirited, and possessed a pure martial heart."

"I envied him at the time and was willing to be friends with him. But later, after I learned some things and met him again, his martial heart was gone."

"He has tarnished the respect I had for him!"

"I may not have a martial heart either, but I will have it one day!"

He paused in silence, his momentum waning.

"In essence, there's no difference between financial oligarchs and Martial Clans, we are all a bunch of failures."

"Only losers submit to animal instincts when they clearly have vast resources, unable to see the martial heart, unable to see the great way, like beasts, having eyes only for the basest breeding and feeding."

"I behave before the Blood of Tyranny, and I'm quiet before Chen Shouhu. Do you think I fear their status?"

"I revere their martial heart!"

"One day, I will also gain the martial heart and then crush them!"

"I will become the first Martial Saint of the Trup Family and tell those old clowns, I am the right one!"

Everyone looked at Mad Prince Aiden, feeling emotional.

Someone said, "The future of the Eagle Alliance rests on you."

Aiden sneered, "What Eagle Alliance? There's only the Demon Worship Sect headquarters left now."

The words sent a chill down the hearts of Eagle Alliance martial artists.

Although everyone was aware deep down, it was quite hurtful to hear from the primary heir of the oligarch.

City Lord of Broken Candle City, Radiance of the Bright Candle, said, "I originally thought your cooperation with us demons was purely for profit. Only now do I understand that your real purpose is to convert the traded resources into martial strength. This is the art of the trade."

Aiden smiled lightly and did not respond.

Gradually, some recalled Aiden's words, uncovering a few hidden meanings.

What did he mean by "Saint Zhao was still alive"? Have all major powers of Blue Star known, but the Zhao Family keeps it secret?

In mid-air, Jade Wings flew and cursed.

"No wonder I felt something was off the first time I saw that bastard."

"Turns out, he's an Extreme Martial Artist, he's bound to go crazy one day."

"No way, I need to switch teammates, hmm, better find Mrs. Xiyang."

"She's unlike these madmen striving to become Demigods. She doesn't act recklessly, seldom engages in fights herself, and exudes a strong sense of security."

"Though she also enjoys executing her subordinates, I hold dual status as the Queen of Red Eyes and with the Ice Snow Divine Sect, she must respect that."

"I'll speak with Frosty Hand later, definitely not cooperating with these lunatics."

"Every single one of them together can't compare to one Zhou Leng. Not even the slightest danger, just money to be made. Once the one-year term ends, I'll reclaim the Martial Shadow Wall; he's trustworthy and wouldn't break his promises."

Jade Wings observed his surroundings as he pondered how to find a way to leave Aiden.

The constant talk and murmurs about the Blood of Tyranny throughout the journey were truly unsettling.

Blood Hunting Ground, Temple Hall.

Zhou Leng slowly opened his eyes.

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