Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Chapter 2100 Try Again

Ryu stood high in the skies with his hands clasped behind his back and his aura surging. His Cosmos Fog billowed around him, for from time to time, it would grow so thick that nothing more than a pair of hovering silver eyes could be seen, shining so brightly that it cut even through this Primordial Fog.

The Domain Board encapsulated the world and Ryu could feel the laws of reality bending, being forced to adhere to a new set of rules set by Old Wan himself.

The Dao surged and fused with this Dao Method, combining into one to a heart-shuddering momentum...

That immediately shattered.

Old Wan's pupils shook as his Dao tried to influence jurisdiction over Ryu and the area around him. They had only slightly come into contact with the Cosmos Fog before they collapsed, shredding themselves to pieces.

Old Wan stumbled back, coughing up a mouthful of blood. The blood came out foul and black, and his body seemed to have lost tens of pounds in the blink of an eye.

"This?" Ryu looked around him, feeling partly amused.

Trying to set new rules of reality while his Cosmos Fog was active was like smashing an egg onto a rock.

What Old Wan had built his entire Dao on was just a small branch of Ryu's own. Maybe if his Dao had been more powerful in this focused niche, it would have had a great effect.

But right now?

There was only really one outcome to be seen from all of this.

Ryu reached out a palm again before slowly condensing a fist. His Cosmos Fog tinged blue and concentrated into a point, forming a lance so large it looked like it was

meant to drill through a city rather than a single man.

The drill of Cosmos Fog rotated once and space shook before was forcefully condensed by Ryu's might.

BANG!

The lance shot forward, appearing before Old Wan in the blink of an eye. Everywhere it passed, the remnants of Old Wan's Dao Method were shredded to pieces.

The tip of the lance cut into Old Wan's body, the weight of a world falling down on him from above in a suffocating momentum.

Sparks flew as Old Wan seemed to put up some token resistance.

For the first time, there seemed to be some true panic in Old Wan's eyes. But all of this was relative. At most, his pupils were trembling, but the expression he carried still seemed to be one of silence and stoicism.

However, even after the third attempt he made at dealing with the drill failed, he seemed to realize something...

Ryu could have killed him already.

"Did you only just now realize?" Ryu asked calmly.

CHI! CHI! CHI!

The drill rotated again and Old Wan's hands shattered into a bloody mist. And yet, somehow, the region around his chest was hardly touched other than a single line of blood coming from the shallow, skin-deep wound.

It was a shocking amount of Control, one that Old Wan had no way of explaining at all. It was just what Ryu had said....

He had reached a level that Old Wan couldn't even begin to fathom.

The lance shuddered and then rose up. Old Wan found himself forcefully attached to

it, unable to extricate himself. His body hung dangling, armless and listless.

A Heavenly Warrior "suddenly" made it through and pierced their weapon through Old Wan's body before they shattered.

Then came another, stabbing once again before the pressure in the region crushed them.

As the lance shrunk down from its enormous size, Old Wan's body was stabbed through again and again, blackened blood rolling down his body.

Soon, the lance was no different from the size of a normal one and Ryu carelessly held onto its handle as though it didn't carry a shocking amount of density to it.

"I see. You're like that one..." Ryu said slowly.

He still hadn't forgotten about the man who stole Nemesis away. There would certainly be hell to pay for that as well. What pains he had suffered was just the beginning.

But Ryu didn't expect that Old Wan would be hiding away Corpse Poison in his body as well. It seemed that even when he overestimated what sort of vile existence Old Wan was, he had still undershot it.

The sort of things someone would have to do to unlock Corpse Poison was akin to making it certain that you could no longer be counted among humans.

You were nothing more than a vile creature, a spawn of hatred forged from your own sick, twisted desire for power and control.

You were a cancer, a blight on the wall.

"Oh... so you know what this is..." Old Wan said slowly.

It was the first time he had spoken in this battle, and it was immediately obvious why the moment he did. There was a gravelly texture to his voice that was no longer

normal.

A power energy erupted from Old Wan...

Only to be ruthlessly suppressed in the next instant.

Old Wan coughed out a mouthful of blood, a terrible backlash rattling his brain.

"So this is what you wanted to rely on?" Ryu asked. "Truthfully, it might actually be a little bit interesting to try and refine a corpse with so much Corpse Poison in it. I can't. be bothered to form Corpse Poison myself, but this might be a little interesting, no?"

"You... how..."

"How? Well, you don't really need to know more than I've already told you. Usually, I really don't like repeating myself, but I'm also a hypocrite who loves that look on your

face.

"Like I said already..." Ryu's gaze sharpened. "I'm on a level right now that the likes of

you cannot

fathom."

The lance rotated once again and blood flew out from the many wounds on Old Wan's

body.

"You... have... no idea... what... you're doing..." Old Wan wheezed out.

"I don't? I'm pretty sure I'm in the process of torturing you. Isn't that obvious enough?"

A flash of rage sparked in Old Wan's eyes. He knew that Ryu understood exactly what he meant, but he was being purposely obtuse because he didn't care about Old Wan's thoughts and emotions on the matter. He just wanted to watch the man suffer.

The fact that Ryu had run into more than one Corpse Poison wielder in his lifetime was enough to point out that there was certainly an issue here.

Though two was only enough for a coincidence, Ryu was also someone who could see through Fate and Karma...

So he could feel the link between Silent Quibus and Old Wan quite clearly.

Well, he had only been able to feel it after he fused with the Spark of Life Flame, but

the when no longer mattered.

Whatever connected Old Wan and Silent Quibus was definitely not normal. There was surely something nefarious playing behind the scenes. It was just that...

Ryu didn't give a damn.

How large was Existence? There were probably dozens of hidden organizations like

this one. What was he supposed to do? Care about each one of them? He didn't care enough about the common people to step out of his way to do that.

Unless they ended up being affiliated with enemies he had already sworn to wipe out, or they touched his bottom line, he would be fine to leave them to their own devices...

After he ruthlessly tortured Silent Quibus, that is.

Of course, as with all things in the world, matters would rarely be so simple. Even if he didn't care enough to go after them, that didn't mean that they wouldn't deem to do

the exact opposite.

But whether that mattered to him or not was another matter entirely.

Ryu held up Old Wan whose body was covered in black veins by now. "If things continue like this, you're going to die before I finish having my fun." Ryu

shook his head. "Can't you hold up for a little while longer? How am I going to refine

you into a living Corpse Puppet if you die now?"

Old Wan grit his teeth, trying to struggle free, but it was entirely to no avail. His

struggles only seemed to make Ryu feel more amused.

"You have no idea what you've done!" Old Wan roared.

"You already said that." Ryu replied.

"I swear I'll rip you to pieces!"

"And... hear me out for a second because I have a feeling that you're a little slow in the

head... but how are you going to do that?"

Old Wan roared in fury to the skies, billowing black fog coming out of him as

numerous summoning gates formed...

Only to be ruthlessly suppressed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Ryu said with a shake of his head. "Here, how about you try

again. I won't stop you this time. Promise."

Tears of blood ran down Old Wan's face. He had never felt so aggrieved in his lifetime.

CRACK.

His soul suddenly shattered.