Chapter 30

After the grand ceremony for the New Year's ancestral worship, the Yin family held a martial arts demonstration, a unique tradition passed down through generations. In the Western world, other blood demon families did not have such a ritual. After all, the Yins originated from Eastern cultivation families, and this was a special custom of the Eastern cultivation world.

More than a hundred thousand Yin family members surrounded the arena, and the entire area was silent, with no one daring to make the slightest noise.

Over the centuries, the Yin family's martial arts demonstration had developed its own unique rules and procedures. Without a word from Yin Tianmie, who was presiding over the ceremony, two elders of the Tian generation, dressed in dark golden red robes and wearing tall hats, exuding a chilling aura, leaped onto the arena.

Three hundred and sixty Yin family members, all with the strength of barons or higher, sat cross-legged below the arena. They placed their hands on the ground, channeling their blood demon power into the demonic runes carved into the ground. The ground around the arena flickered with light, and a thin, transparent, blood-colored barrier rose from the edge of the arena, completely enclosing it.

The two Yin family elders smiled at each other, exchanged a bow, and then their clothes burst open, revealing a pair of massive bat wings that unfurled with a rustling sound. Instantly, a cold wind swept across the arena, and blood mist and blood flames rose, twisting like distorted dragons around the two elders, making them appear as evil and imposing as deities from hell.

"Brother Eighteen, please guide me!" one of the elders placed his hands together in front of his chest and smiled.

"Mutual respect!" the other elder smiled lightly, treating the demonstration as nothing serious.

For elders of their status, the demonstration was truly a performance. Their strength was not significantly different, and they could fight for half a month without deciding a winner. They were merely showing off their power to the younger generation, letting them know what true strength was, and dispelling their arrogance and arrogance. This was the true purpose of their demonstration.

Without further ado, they recited incantations and thrust their hands forward. Immediately, countless blood-colored fireballs, each as large as a water vat, appeared out of nowhere, streaking forward with long trails of fire. In an instant, thousands of fireballs were born and then collided with each other.

The fireballs collided, producing a dull explosion. Although the arena was enclosed by the barrier, the explosive force was contained within it, the dull roar still made the organs of the Yin family members on the square tremble. The adults were fine, but thousands of children turned pale, and many covered their mouths, almost vomiting.

Among them, the children like Yin Xuejiao and Yin Xueao, who had broken through to the Star Warrior level three months ago, were the most affected. They had been extremely proud of their achievements and talents, thinking they were already very impressive. But when they saw thousands of fireballs appearing and exploding, they realized that in the hands of true powerhouses, they were mere ants.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of powerful fireballs disappeared without a trace, and the two elders smiled and waved their hands.

In the next moment, their bodies moved, and the bat wings behind them, each over ten meters wide, flapped lightly, creating hundreds of afterimages. They floated lightly on the arena, chasing each other, and in an instant, they circled the arena hundreds of times.

The air was filled with the sharp sound of wind, as the two elders moved so fast that the air was torn apart, creating white shockwaves. Their speed was astonishing, and soon, very few could see their figures, only seeing a sky full of moving shadows on the arena.

Suddenly, a loud noise echoed, and the countless afterimages of the two elders disappeared. They hovered in mid-air, their four hands clapping together, and waves of glaring blood light spurted from their palms.

One elder's palm spurted blood flames several meters high, while the other's palm continuously spurted blood ice. The forces of blood flames and blood ice rubbed and collided, producing thunderous explosions. The energy within the two elders gradually depleted, and a blood-colored steam, several dozen meters high, rose from their heads, forming a crown-like structure above them.

Yin Tianjie suddenly appeared, shaking and breaking through the barrier around the arena. He pulled out a metal ball, about a meter in diameter, made of special alloy, and threw it at the blood-colored steam above the two elders' heads.

With a hissing sound, the metal ball was silently corroded, turning into countless rust marks that fluttered down.

The two elders looked at each other, then burst into laughter, and withdrew their power. They landed on the ground, slightly out of breath, and bowed to Yin Tianjie. Yin Tianjie returned the bow and said with a smile, "Brothers, you've worked hard. Please go and rest."

As the two elders left the arena, the square erupted in thunderous applause.

In the past twenty years, the martial arts demonstrations of the Yin family elders were like magic shows, just using some visually stunning techniques to impress the younger generation. But this time, the two elders used real power. The exhaust they expelled could corrode a solid metal ball into ruins, showing how terrifying their strength was.

"The power of the family elders, you have seen it!" Yin Tianjie crossed his arms and looked coldly at the countless family members below.

"The power you possess is insignificant! Power determines everything, power determines the benefits and rights you enjoy within the family! Therefore, we hope all family members strive to cultivate, to gain greater power, and in return, gain more power and enjoyment!" Yin Tianjie's words were stark and filled with the allure of profit. But this was the way of the blood demons, their nature.

After a brief two sentences, Yin Tianjie left the arena.

Eight elders of the Di generation simultaneously stepped onto the arena, dividing into two camps and engaging in fierce combat. Various blood techniques and blood arts were used in rapid succession. These eight elders of the Di generation all had the strength of dukes, and each of them had mastered dozens of powerful blood techniques and blood arts.

The elders of the Tian generation demonstrated overwhelming power, while these elders showcased versatile tactics and dazzling skills.

After a fifteen-minute battle, the eight elders ended the fight with a hard clash of their palms. When they stopped and left the arena, the residual light from their blood arts still lingered on the arena. The square erupted in thunderous applause, especially from the young Yin family members and children, who were excited and cheering.

Yin Xuege watched the elders' demonstration with rapt attention. The grand and unfathomable power of the elders, the profound and exquisite blood techniques and blood arts, were all his pursuits!

Clapping vigorously with the children, Yin Xuege's heart beat strongly, pushing the thick blood in his body to flow slowly. He had absorbed all twenty drops of "Duke's Essence Blood" from Fane Castle, and all the blood in his body had turned into a deep blue, with a faint, eye-catching silver glow emerging from the deep blue, like the night sky.

In the blood demon race, the blood of senior viscounts would turn deep blue, and contain that faint, peculiar silver light!

By absorbing twenty drops of Duke's Essence Blood, Yin Xuege's strength had clearly reached the level of a formal viscount, and his life essence was hundreds of times more robust than when he was a child. His physical functions and recovery abilities were far superior to those of ordinary viscounts.

A deep blue light with a hint of silver flashed in his eyes as Yin Xuege recalled the various blood techniques and blood arts used by the elders, comparing them with the ones he had comprehended over the past month. He was calculating the most appropriate and suitable skills to use in different situations.

Suddenly, a malicious and even murderous gaze fell upon Yin Xuege. With his senses heightened a hundredfold, Yin Xuege suddenly looked up and followed the gaze.

Yin Xuejiao stood beside Yin Jiwu, glaring fiercely at Yin Xuege. Seeing Yin Xuege looking at him, Yin Xuejiao raised his right hand and made a threatening gesture, mimicking the act of cutting his throat. His eyes turned completely blood red, and a faint blue light flashed in his pupils.

Yin Xuege was shocked to see Yin Xuejiao. This guy had actually broken through to the high-level Night Warrior level? That meant he had already condensed thousands of drops of blood demon essence, and was not far from a complete blood change and reaching the rank of a baron?

How did he do it? Yin Xuege thoughtfully touched his chin and then looked at Yin Jiwu, who was standing beside Yin Xuejiao, his face slightly pale and tinged with an unhealthy gray.

If Yin Jiwu had sacrificed part of his own life essence, he could indeed have temporarily increased Yin Xuejiao's strength. However, the blood demons valued their essence blood immensely, and for Yin Jiwu to make such a decision was truly unexpected by Yin Xuege.

Next, it was the turn of the Wu generation's family experts to demonstrate their skills. This round had a competitive edge, as the Wu generation members usually secluded themselves for cultivation. The annual family martial arts demonstration was their best moment to showcase their strength. The growth of their strength over the past year would directly affect the benefits they enjoyed within the family.

After more than a hundred Wu generation experts, who had made significant progress, demonstrated their achievements, their rankings within the family changed significantly. According to their demonstrated strength, the benefits and treatments they enjoyed within the family were also greatly improved.

Several experts who had made significant breakthroughs and reached the rank of marquises received rewards equivalent to those given to Yin Xuege—luxurious castles, dedicated family stewards, hundreds of family warriors as guards, and a varying number of exclusive blood servants, with a minimum of two thousand.

As for other cultivation resources, the Yin family also generously rewarded them.

After a busy session, the sky outside had turned dark, and the blood mist barrier slowly dissipated. The night sky was filled with countless stars, their brilliant light illuminating the earth, making everything appear clean and transparent.

A long wolf howl echoed from a distant tower. Yin Xuege turned around and saw Wumu, transformed into a silver wolf, standing on the top of the tower, shouting at the sky, "Yin Xuege, kid, don't lose to those brats! I am your follower, and if you lose, Lord Wumu will have no face to show!"

Wumu waved his hands vigorously and howled hysterically, "Crush those brats' balls, beat them to death, don't give Lord Wumu any face, beat them to death, and I'll eat them!"

Dozens of Yin family experts spread their bat wings, creating a strong wind, and rushed towards the tower where Wumu was, forcibly driving him down. The Yin family's martial arts demonstration was a solemn ceremony, and it could not tolerate a large wolf howling and shouting, especially when his words were so offensive—eating the Yin family children as if they were snacks?

Yin Tianmie, who was presiding over the martial arts demonstration, looked in the direction of Yin Xuege with a blank expression, then lightly clapped his hands. From a distance, Wumu's curses could be heard, but soon his voice became muffled, as if someone had stuffed something in his mouth, preventing him from making any sound.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Yin Tianmie