248 One peck, One Drink (1/2)

At the centre of the Concealed Dragon River.

The Elders of the Twelve Clans had all surrendered; bitterness and helplessness covered their faces.

Hovering in the air was a youth. He held a metal fan and had sharp and icy eyes. The weirdest part about him was the layer of metal that had overlapped his skin, even his clothes and hair seemed to be metallic.

The cold and metallic aura infiltrated the space nearby, seemingly freezing it - not a single breeze of wind was present.

“Tiexiao True Lord, the Twelve Clans have surrendered and are willing to serve the Iron Dragon strong country. Are you going to kill all of us?”

The Grand Elder of the Cloud Sword Clan suppressed his anger as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

As a sword cultivator of the True Mystic Rank, he had slashed towards Tiexiao True Lord’s body and had caused sparks to fly, but the opponent was uninjured. Instead, he had been hit by a terrifying rebounding force.

The other elders of the Twelve Clans were furious, however, they didn’t retaliate nor did they have any thoughts of resistance.

The realm of True Lord was too far away from them.

First Elder of the Broken Moon Clan sighed, “In the past, the Iron Dragon Country and the Sky Rich Country only had one expert of True Lord Rank, hence they were balanced. Now however, the Iron Dragon Country had another True Lord Rank expert, hence they were able to instantly change the situation.”

The birth of a True Lord Rank expert had affected the situation across the entire area.

They stood at the peak, and every thought or action could influence the lives of hundreds of millions of people.

Tiexiao True Lord hovered in mid-air but remained quiet.

The mysterious black figure from the Iron Dragon Country took out a blank scroll several yards long.

“This is a Blood Pact Scroll. All the cultivators at the True Spirit Realm present here are to sign it.”

The mysterious black figure said.

Massacring the Twelve Clans held no benefits for the Iron Dragon Country. Moreover, to exterminate the roots of the Twelve Clans wouldn't be easy.

The best solution was to make these forces serve them.

The elders of the Twelve Clans gazed at each other - helplessness filled their eyes.

The Blood Pact Scroll was similar to a letter of surrender but had a stronger effect. Once they signed this scroll, they would be restrained.

After half the time it took for tea to be made.

The higher echelons of the Twelve Clans signed the Blood Pact Scroll one by one.

As for the Ancient Shrine, they were originally a Sub-Division of the Scarlet Moon Demonic Religion and were on the Iron Dragon Country’s side. They didn’t need to participate.

Qiu-----

Tiexiao True Lord who was hovering in mid-air expressionlessly turned into a flashing blur that merged into the sky.

The True Lord didn’t even appear for an hour and had not even made any moves but had turned the situation around.

The news of the Twelves Clans’ surrender soon spread across the Thirteen Countries.

The experts of the Iron Dragon Country soon entered the Twelve Clans and the high echelons of each Clan started to change.

Amongst them was the Broken Moon Clan.

Hai Yun Master became the Broken Moon Clan Master and was the representative of the Iron Dragon strong country.

Due to the fact that First Elder had lost an arm during the battle and had burned his source of True Spirit which resulted in his cultivation decreasing, he became low-key.

Hai Yun Master, who had gained the trust of the Iron Dragon strong country and had the support of the Regulations Elder, soon became the person with the most authority.

After becoming the Clan Master, Hai Yun Master soon gave out an order: Kill the traitor Zhao Feng.

“Zhao Feng broke the rules of the Clan, disrespected his Elders, and ran away. If captured alive, take him back to the Clan. If he resists, kill him.”

Hai Yun Master’s emotionless voice echoed across the hall.

This order was soon known by everyone.

The clan had also listed high rewards to kill or capture Zhao Feng.

Just giving traces of Zhao Feng rewarded the person with ten thousand low-grade Primal Crystal Stones. This was not a small sum even for experts at True Human Rank.

As for capturing or killing Zhao Feng, the bounty was ten times higher.

First Elder and Granny Liuyue became low-key and silent towards everything that happened in the Clan. Because Hai Yun Master couldn’t find any faults and wasn’t complete confident that he could take them down, he didn’t do anything.

At this time, the hearts of everyone from the Broken Moon Clan trembled but Hai Yun Master was very skilled. He gave rewards and punished others fairly, winning the hearts of some people.

Sky Cloud Forest, Misty Area.

Zhao Feng had been comprehending mental energy techniques and trying to dissolve the Ghost Mark on him.

“As long as the Ghost Mark stays on me, I’ll be in danger. If that mysterious skeleton recovers back to it’s peak strength….”

Zhao Feng read through all the mental energy techniques in his mind but there was no solution.

An entire month had passed since his cultivation had been consolidated.

Zhao Feng’s mastery of mental energy had increased and started to understand the Ghost Mark a bit.

“The Ghost Mark is similar to the mysterious power of the Cures of a Hundred Graves but the Ghost Mark does not have offensive attributes. It only leaves a mark on me, therefore the God’s Spiritual Eye didn’t resist on instinct.”

Zhao Feng finally understood something

He had another plan and that was to use the power of the Curse of a Hundred Graves to break the Ghost Mark.

However the Curse of a Hundred Graves was too dangerous and Zhao Feng needed to be very careful.

Half a day later.

Zhao Feng entered the Curse of a Hundred Graves once again and the invisible cold power tried to enter his body. However, this power was forced back by the aura from the God’s Spiritual Eye.

Miao miao!

Zhao Feng retrieved the little thieving cat and let it calculate their fortune.