Fighting: I, the Holy Son of Yunlan, only want to become the Emperor of Fighting

Chapter 173: The Soul Clan’s Two God-Level Bloodlines, Competing for Fame
"The ceremony begins, soul weeps!"

The Soul Clan bloodline awakening ceremony officially began.

On the square.

The three Soul Clan elders read out the first name.

Ji Changqing didn't know this name, as it had never appeared in the original plot. He thought it was a relatively marginal minor character.

But he was still quite interested in the process of the Soul Clan awakening the Dou Emperor bloodline.

At the shouts of the three elders, a young man with a pale face and gloomy temperament flew out from the mysterious area shrouded in black fog.

He first performed a coming-of-age ceremony.

Then, under the gazes of everyone, he walked towards the dark platform step by step.

With every step he took, a soul wailed and was annihilated.

Finally, he finally reached the top of the platform, facing the huge black star disk that was several meters in size.

Hunqi took a breath and slowly placed his right hand on the star disk.

All of a sudden.

A scarlet light suddenly burst out from the star disk, and six blood-stained ghosts floated out.

Seeing the five bloody ghosts, the three Soul Clan elders nodded, and then their shouts spread throughout the square, and through some mysterious power, quickly resounded throughout the Soul Realm.

"Hunqi, one-star Dou Zun, sixth-grade bloodline level, after discussion and resolution by the Council of Elders, he is given a red clan emblem!"

Ji Changqing already knew it by now.

The bloodline level and clan pattern level of the Soul Clan are almost the same as those of the Ancient Clan.

Bloodlines are also divided into grades one to nine.

The levels of clan emblems are also divided into four categories: red, purple, gray, and black.

This Soul Cry is just the lowest grade red clan emblem.

Ji Changqing's expression didn't change.

Because he didn't know what it meant to be given the lowest level red clan emblem for a fifth-grade bloodline.

However, the younger generations of the Medicine Clan, Thunder Clan, and Flame Clan had already clenched their hands tightly as they hid on the table.

terrible!
terrible!

They knew that the Soul Clan’s bloodline had not yet dried up!
But he never expected that the Soul Clan's bloodline power would be so prosperous!

The sixth-grade bloodline only grants the lowest-level clan emblem?
If it were their family, the sixth-grade bloodline would be enough to reach the second-grade family pattern!
Lingwa and the Shi brothers' faces suddenly turned pale.

They have always been steadfast and have a long-cherished wish.

Faced with this cruel reality, I was shattered.

The sixth-grade bloodline is only the lowest in the Soul Palace...

Then what does it mean that they, with their seventh-grade bloodline, are already the most outstanding young generation in their family?
A joke?
"Ah……"

The Shi brothers showed a trace of miserable smile on their faces; they were already in despair.

Facing such a treacherous and powerful opponent, the family has completely lost hope of regaining its glory.

Lingwa pursed her lips, and her clear eyes lost their liveliness.

The goal that had always been pursued has become a pipe dream.

This kind of blow is not something that ordinary people can understand.

Ji Changqing felt the changes in the younger generations of these families and sighed secretly in his heart.

Next, the awakening ceremony will begin step by step.

The younger generation of the Soul Clan is full of geniuses.

Soul Cry is just the weakest one.

Next, all the bloodlines were of grade six or above, and there was even an eighth-grade bloodline at the end.

The faces of the Yan Clan, the Thunder Clan, and the Medicine Clan all turned dejected.

They are both ancient families.

They are no longer on the same level as the Soul Clan.

But even this genius of the Soul Clan with the eighth-grade bloodline, Ji Changqing still didn't recognize him.

He seemed to be watching intently, but in fact, he had already divided his mind and was deducing the "Emperor Demon Blood Blade".

And next.

The Soul Clan elder shouted out his name in a high-pitched voice, which made Ji Changqing slightly excited.

"Finally, an 'acquaintance'."

——"Soul Jade!"

Ji Changqing looked towards the mysterious area shrouded in black fog.

I saw a young man in black clothes walking slowly out of the black fog.

His long hair was loose, making him look quite unrestrained and uninhibited, and his jade-like face gave people an extremely gentle feeling. Just from this appearance, there was no trace of the soul clan at all.

Under the gazes of everyone.

The Soul Clan walked towards the stairs step by step.

He placed his palm on the astrolabe.

Ghosts floated out one after another.

One, two, three... seven, eight, nine...

The younger generations of the Medicine Clan, Thunder Clan, Fire Clan, Stone Clan, and Spirit Clan couldn't help but stand up.

Ji Changqing glanced at them and had to stand up as well.

Nine ghosts lingered around the Soul Jade, finally revealing a glimpse of his true appearance, and his gloomy temperament was revealed.

At this moment, a very thin stream of mysterious blood seemed to flow into the star disk from the palm of the Soul Clan.

The astrolabe began to tremble slightly.

Then, under the shocked gazes of everyone, a slightly illusory ghost separated from the star disk.

“Ten…ten…this is…”

Yao Tian breathed heavily and opened his eyes wide.

The genius of the Thunder Clan spoke with difficulty.

"God-level bloodline..."

Yan Xuan and Yan Zhi looked at each other and saw a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes.

The blood power of the Soul Clan is truly too strong.

So powerful that it makes their peers despair.

I’m afraid they are even inferior to the ancient clan.

"Divine bloodline! Soul jade!"

The Soul Clan elder said excitedly:

"Give it dark color pattern!"

Hun Yu withdrew his hand, walked down the steps and bowed to the elder.

Then, his eyes swept across the viewing stand, paused slightly at one point, and then slowly retreated to another area.

Ji Changqing frowned slightly.

Why did he feel like this little bitch was looking at him just now?

"Young clan leader, Hun Feng."

At this time, the Soul Clan elder's voice, which was faintly excited, brought Ji Changqing back to his senses.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Look at the young man who suddenly appeared under the platform.

The young man even looked a little sunny, with a smile on his handsome face.

But Ji Changqing knew that this man nicknamed "Madman" was extremely ruthless and had the ability to fight against opponents above his level. Whenever he attacked, there would be casualties.

Tread-

Tread-

Slow footsteps were heard.

Hunfeng walked towards the platform.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he placed his palm on the astrolabe.

He ran out like a ghost.

One, two, three…eight, nine, ten.

Almost one appeared every breath, and the last ghost was not as lucky as the previous soul jade, so its appearance was rather reluctant.

Divine bloodline!
Another divine bloodline!
And it must be even more refined!
The younger generation of the Yan clan and others have become numb.

"Young Patriarch Hun Feng! God-level bloodline!"

The Soul Clan elder's voice trembled slightly as he shouted:
"Give it the dark color clan pattern."

A dim colored line was outlined on Hunfeng's forehead, adding a touch of mystery to him.

After he finished the test, he did not leave immediately.

Instead, he looked towards the viewing stand, and his smiling voice rang in everyone's ears.

"We welcome the geniuses of all races to come to our Soul Clan to watch the ceremony."

"It's a rare day for the young generation of the ancient family to gather together. How about... a friendly exchange of ideas?"

(End of this chapter)