After this battle, the human race annihilated the main resisting force of the Bone Demon tribe. Lin Zhan, riding Xiao Hei, finally stopped after half an hour of running back and forth. Xiao Hei stood on its hind legs, one foreleg holding its shoulder and the other holding a huge cigar, taking an enjoyable puff. Lin Zhan sat on Xiao Hei's other shoulder, holding a wine jar and slowly, sip by sip, drinking.
Man and beast gazed deeply at the battlefield ravaged by the armies of the two races. Lin Zhan spoke faintly, his voice weathered and hoarse, "In the end, we bore it all."
Xiao Hei, in coordination, took a hearty puff of the cigar and exhaled a smoke ring, saying with a mournful expression, "Boss, we've rested enough. We should head to the next battlefield."
"Click, click, click." Two men carrying cameras ran out from Lin Zhan's side, saying excitedly, "Young Master Lin, the effect is fantastic. Your and Master Hei's expressions are spot on. After editing, please review it personally."
Xiao Jin and Xiao Bao also ran over from behind, shouting, "Director, Director, where are you? Hurry up and arrange the script. Your Master Jin (Master Bao) hasn't filmed yet."
A plump figure heard the commotion and hurried over, bowing and scraping, "My young lords, I am Wang Sanjing, theιε director of the Zhenlei Legion. Please wait a moment, my young lords, and I will immediately arrange for a screenwriter to create the best script for you two."
Emperor Guangwu of Han, Liu Xiu, looked at Di Xin with confusion and said, "Old Ancestor, what kind of flamboyant maneuver is this? It looks like these scoundrels are also planning to venture into the entertainment industry."
Di Xin saw that the kings beside him were all looking bewildered and couldn't help but put on a constipated expression, saying, "Why don't we go and see what this kid is up to?"
Emperor Wu of Han and the other kings nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, absolutely."
Baxia looked at Xiao Hei, who was wearing a stylish armor, a pair of black crystal trendy sunglasses, and a very imposing cigar in its mouth. Thinking of its own naked self when in its original form, it was instantly enraged and kicked Xiao Hei over ten meters away.
Then, it lectured, "What kind of turtle hatchling are you? Who are your parents? Look at yourself. What kind of proper turtle is this?"
Seeing Xiao Hei being kicked, Lin Zhan, along with Xiao Jin and Xiao Bao, became furious. Damn it, as the ultimate second-generation rich kid, he was the one who bullied others. But today, some blind old coffin lid dared to beat his brother. This could not be let go.
The man and three beasts immediately sprang into action, looking at Baxia with murderous intent. Xiao Bao stood on its hind legs and roared, "Who the hell are you, you coffin lid? What kind of arrogant punk are you? You're trying to throw your weight around in front of Master Bao?"
Xiao Hei shook its head and got up, directly cursing, "You old turtle, who are you following? Is it any of your business whether I'm proper or not? You're asking who my family is? Are you trying to compare backgrounds?"
Xiao Jin's body crackled with lightning, and it looked at Baxia coldly, saying, "Just right. We brothers haven't killed a king yet. Let's just burst our bloodlines and have our ancestor descend to kill this bastard."
After speaking, a ten-thousand-meter-long nine-clawed golden dragon phantom appeared behind it. A towering Black Tortoise figure appeared behind Xiao Hei. Behind Xiao Bao appeared a ferocious Iron-Eating Beast Emperor, its feet trampling the primordial wilderness.
It turned out that spirit beasts like the three little ones, who had awakened their ancient ancestral bloodlines, not only received their ancestors' inheritances and awakened their sealed memories but also received a drop of ancestral blood hidden within their bloodlines. Once in danger, igniting this drop of ancestral blood could summon the phantom of their ancestors to protect their descendants. However, this inheritance could only be used once.
The kings present were startled by the phantoms gradually appearing behind the three little ones. These three brats had too formidable backgrounds: the Black Tortoise Emperor, the Golden Dragon Emperor, and the ancient Iron-Eating Beast Emperor, the battle companion of Ancestor Chi You.
Baxia was so frightened that its four limbs went weak, realizing it had provoked a formidable opponent, a very, very formidable one. It immediately sought help from Di Xin, "Ancestor Di Xin, please speak a good word for me quickly, or the nine sons of the Dragon Emperor will become eight."
Di Xin cast a questioning glance at Lin Zhan. Seeing Lin Zhan subtly nod, he said, "Baxia, you must not be so reckless next time. Let's just settle this with compensation this time."
Baxia, hearing that it still had a chance, excitedly said, "I'll pay! I'll pay!"
Lin Zhan looked at the three little ones and said, "What are you doing? We're all family, understand? By seniority, they are all of the ancestor's generation. Hurry up and retract your divine abilities."
He then turned to Baxia and said, "Old Ancestor, for the sake of familiarity, I won't ask for too much. Let's make it an eighty percent discount. Four King-level crystal cores will suffice. If it were anyone else, they would have to dig out the crystal core from their head and make up for it if they were even five short."
Baxia reluctantly borrowed a King-level crystal core from Suanni, finally gathering four crystal cores and paying them to Lin Zhan.
As soon as Lin Zhan received the crystal cores, the three little ones immediately retracted their phantoms. Di Xin and the others were dumbfounded: so these kids were just bluffing and never intended to ignite their ancestral blood.
The three little ones looked at Baxia with resentful expressions. Xiao Jin went to Baxia's side and began to cajole him, "Actually, you don't need to feel wronged. We're all relatives. Look, let's calculate our generations. Xiao Hei is the 12th generation descendant of the Black Tortoise Emperor. By rights, he should be of the same generation as your mother, so you should call him Uncle Hei. I am the 10th generation descendant of the Golden Dragon Emperor, the same generation as your father. So, you should call me Uncle Jin. Xiao Bao's generation is even higher, so we won't even count him.
"You know, we divine beasts are the most principled of all races, a race that values bloodline and seniority. If you kick your uncle and curse your uncle, wouldn't you be punished when word gets back to the Dragon and Tortoise tribes? Who would dare to do business with you in the future?
"So, my great nephew, your Uncle Jin is doing this for your own good. It's better to lose money than to avoid disaster. Besides, your Uncle Jin and your Old Uncle are of lower ranks. As a King-level great nephew, providing cultivation resources for your elders would earn you a reputation for filial piety in the tribe. Then, when there are any good things in the tribe, those old guys won't forget about their filial nephew, will they? My great nephew, do you think what Uncle Jin is saying is right?"
Baxia rubbed its large bald head and thought carefully, "Oh my, it really is like that. Isn't this like the Dragon King's temple flooding and a family not recognizing a family? Uncle Jin, Uncle Hei, I have nothing more to say. It's all my fault. You two magnanimous adults are looking out for me, and your great nephew will remember it. If you ever need my help, just say the word."
Then Baxia said to Liu Xiu, Emperor Guangwu of Han, "Come here, Xiu. This is your Uncle Jin, and that is your Uncle Hei."