Anlan's blow not only caused the other party considerable pain, but also inflicted a massive insult.
The opponent was, after all, the son of a prince of the Heaven-Defying Magic Dragon Clan!
He was far from being comparable to the son of the Moon Demon Count they had dealt with previously.
Therefore, after Mills let out a miserable scream, an overwhelming fury followed right behind!
"Damn bitch! I want you to die!"
As soon as the roar left his mouth, a violent black aura suddenly erupted from Mills's entire body, completely enveloping him, and under the shroud of this black mist, his aura began to climb steadily.
Tier 4? No, it was the Fifth Tier!
In just a few short breaths, his aura crossed a major grade, shooting straight into the realm of the Fifth Tier.
As it turned out, Mills had used a secret art to forcefully break through to the Fifth Tier!
So what if he had? Not to mention that he had only reached the Fifth Tier through a secret art, even if it were the real deal, she wouldn't be afraid!
"Is this your trump card? What a pity, if you want my life, a mere Fifth Tier just doesn't cut it!"
"Hmph, what arrogant nonsense! I'll kill you!"
Roaring in anger, Mills formed one hand into a claw and viciously swiped at Anlan.
Seeing this, Abao's heart tightened, a flash of bloody light crossed his eyes, and he rushed forward.
"Little Sister Anlan, I—I'll help you!"
"Don't move!"
Before he could even run, Anlan barked him right back.
Looking closer, Mills's seemingly fierce and lightning-fast claw strike had already been swiftly dodged by Anlan, not even grazing a single hair.
Such incredible speed!
Mills and Abao gasped in astonishment at the exact same moment.
Little did they know, Anlan still thought he was way too slow!
After sending Abao back with a stern word, Anlan spoke up.
"A mere Fifth Tier, Brother Bao doesn't need to help me with this. This is my prey, after all, and I still want to have some fun! Be a good boy and wait for me over there, I'll catch you a dragon to play with!"
With those words finished, Anlan charged forward.
She wasn't joking around; ever since the Divine Favored Bloodline inside her body had reacted slightly a few days ago when stimulated by the testing array, no matter how Anlan tried to stimulate it over the past few days, it had just hung motionless in her dantian.
It was as if it were dead.
This had been driving her out of her mind with anxiety. Absorbing the Divine Favored Bloodline aside, she couldn't even scrape a shred of blood-energy from that single drop for cultivation—so how on earth was she supposed to rapidly cultivate into a god?!
Relying solely on Yue Anlan's trash talent, it would be impossible even if she were given a few hundred years of cultivation.
That was why Anlan was so anxious!
Moreover, over the past few days, she had vaguely discovered some untold secrets.
Her cheap father seemed to have misunderstood something; the look in his eyes was somewhat fervent, and every day he asked her about her cultivation progress. He was also the only person besides Anlan herself who knew that she had advanced to Tier 4, and after finding out, he had become even more fervent.
Anlan always felt he had misunderstood something, but regardless of what it was, judging by Agares's eagerness, she couldn't let her cultivation stagnate forever.
Thus, under all these circumstances, this hard-delivered source of experience points had to be seized!
"Arrogant!"
Mills was infuriated to the core, pressing his attack step by step once more, his twin claws launching a continuous barrage against Anlan.
The airtight claw strikes shrouded Anlan's entire body, accompanied by occasional other attacks, forcing Anlan onto the defensive for a time as she could only dodge.
On a few occasions when her dodge was just a fraction too slow, the attacks actually landed on Anlan.
At this, Anlan frowned slightly.
Seeing this, Abao clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, his gaze falling upon those bloody gashes that ran deep to the bone, while a black storm gathered within his eyes.
"I'm done playing! I really overestimated you based on this little bit of strength. You—are completely useless!"
"Bang!"
With that, Anlan stopped pretending. Formulating hand seals with both hands, a black sphere of light condensed in her palm, which she then hurled out fiercely.
Following that, the thrown black sphere gradually grew larger, absorbing every single one of the frantic attacks from Mills—who had gone berserk once more upon hearing Anlan's words—and then—
Anlan coolly snapped her fingers.
"Explode!"
"What? Ah!"
Screaming miserably, Mills was sent flying, before crashing heavily to the ground, covered in scorched black and with his life or death unknown.
"Sigh, so weak, he couldn't even block an attack like that. It seems his original cultivation must have been entirely watered down, right?"
Anlan shook her head speechlessly, then broke into a smile and started to run back toward Abao. But just as she had run halfway, a tremendously powerful and terrifying force suddenly struck.
"Boom—"
"Huh? Th-this is?"
Caught completely off guard, Anlan was pressed straight down to the ground, unable to move an inch.
"Little Sister Anlan!"
Abao, standing nearby, was completely unaffected. Seeing Anlan in this state, he even tried to step forward, but the voice that followed immediately rooted him to the spot.
"Hmph~"
A pleasant yet chilling sneer rang in their ears. To their utter exaggeration, the moment this sneer sounded, Anlan noticed that the several members of the Demon Race who had humiliated Abao earlier—whom she had just knocked down—were reduced to flying ash right within this sneer.
"Such—such terrifying strength! To turn several Tier-4 demons into flying ash using just a voice—there are only a few demons capable of doing this. Could it be?"
Feeling the demonic pressure weighing down her entire body, Anlan formed a guess in her heart.
Struggling to raise her head, she looked in the direction from which the sensation originated, and sure enough, she spotted the newcomer.
Dressed in a black royal robe, with a head of deep purple hair, strikingly handsome facial features, and a terrifying aura—surrounded by an absolute dark presence that made one breathless just by looking at it—there was no mistake, this person was the absolute leader of the Demon Race: the Demon God Emperor, Fengxiu!
He was also Abao's father; viewed in that light, it made complete sense for him to step in and wipe those people out.
And the man walking half a step behind him—wasn't that her cheap royal father, Agares?
"Ugh—"
Just as she thought of this, Anlan was suddenly hit by an intensified wave of pressure, forcing a muffled groan from her lips.
Seeing this, Abao panicked.
"Father Emperor, please show mercy!"
Faced with his son's plea, Fengxiu didn't even spare him a single glance, his eyes falling directly on Anlan instead.
"You are Agares's eldest daughter, the legendary Divine Favored Bloodline?"
"Di-Divine Favored Bloodline?"
What on earth was that?
"Interesting. This Emperor would like to see just what is so special about a Divine Favored Bloodline that has never once appeared in the Demon Race."
With those words finished, Anlan felt the terrifying pressure around her body increase by yet another notch.
If Anlan had been able to barely endure the previous pressure, at this moment, she felt as though her body was about to be torn apart. What terrifying strength!
Fengxiu's current strength was definitely no less than her own in her past life. Could it be that Fengxiu had also reached that realm above all living beings and below the gods?
If that were the case, then that would simply be wonderful!
Covered in a cold sweat, with even a trace of fresh blood trickling down, Anlan smiled.
"Big Brother, please show mercy!"
Aguan thought his daughter had been tortured out of her wits and felt a pang of heartache as he pleaded.
Meanwhile, Fengxiu, who had suppressed her for a long time without discovering anything out of the ordinary, was left disappointed.
Nothing special after all.
Little did they know—
"Hum—"
The Divine Favored Bloodline, having been provoked, was once again angered and awakened.
"Good timing! Take this chance to circulate the Xiaoyao Formula and absorb the wisps of blood-energy leaking out right now!"
No sooner said than done; with no regard for the fact that there were people present on the scene, she immediately began circulating her technique. In an instant, Anlan's entire body was enveloped in a faint blood-colored aura, and the spiritual energy drifting through the surrounding air rushed toward her like it had gone mad.