Chapter 253: Chapter 225: Letting Go (2)

It was Corbin Crowley’s ice ability spreading from the snake tail throughout the entire body.

Jace Blackwood only felt that all the blood in his body had frozen, the fear in his cold snake eyes growing more intense.

He couldn’t believe he would end up like this.

And at the hands of a few juniors.

The last Aethel Serpent Beastman beside him sensed danger and instinctively wanted to run.

But he was blocked by Zeke Veridian’s Moon Wheel Illusion, and the wind blade, as bright as moonlight, cut through the air, aiming directly at the critical spot of his opponent.

“Puchi—”

Blood splattered.

The Aethel Serpent Beastman’s eyes widened, and he fell heavily from the air to the ground, dying with his eyes open.

Zeke Veridian’s Moon Wheel Illusion slowly dissipated, then transformed back into human form.

He glanced indifferently at the snake corpse on the ground.

Thinking that the poison sacs and snake gallbladders of these Aethel Serpents were treasures, although not useful to himself, they were precious gifts for Rhys Blackwood.

Though they were rivals in love, they were also brothers who had been through life and death together.

Of course, as for Mael Valerius, that mad dragon could stay as far away as possible.

He swiftly extracted the snake gallbladder and poison sac.

Malachi Arcanus noticed Zeke’s movements, chuckling as he retracted the Netherworld Dark Fire and also transformed into human form.

He stepped over to the two snake beasts frozen to death by Corbin Crowley, bending down to dig out the snake gallbladder and poison sac.

Meanwhile, under the combined attack of Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood, Jace Blackwood’s scales were shattering inch by inch.

Reflected in his snake eyes was the cold face of Rhys Blackwood, who suddenly laughed hoarsely, “I should have crushed you to pulp back then—”

Before he could finish, Rhys Blackwood had already severed his critical spot.

Jace Blackwood’s massive snake body instantly went limp, twisting as it fell to the ground, twitching twice before it stopped moving.

Rhys Blackwood transformed back into human form as he landed, his black snake-skin coat stained with blood.

Silently, he used a Bone Knife to gouge out Jace Blackwood’s snake gallbladder and poison sac, his hand unexpectedly trembling.

Twenty years ago, Jace Blackwood had also gouged out the snake gallbladder and poison sac of his grandfather and father just like this.

Back then, he was just a powerless cub, forced to watch as his loved ones died tragically.

Now, he finally avenged his family, yet felt no joy in his heart, only endless desolation and emptiness.

Corbin Crowley came over, patting him on the shoulder, his voice deep, “Was Jace Blackwood the only one who hunted your family back then? Were there others?”

Rhys Blackwood finally raised his head to glance at him, his gaze somewhat vacant, “There are a few more, who are probably elders of the Aethel Serpent Clan now.”

Corbin Crowley frowned, a hint of coldness flashing in his silver eyes, “Elders or not, I think Jace Blackwood’s strength is not that great; let’s find a chance to go kill them together.”

Having broken through to the eighth tier and evolved into the Ancient Silver Moon Wolf, his strength was no worse than that of some major clan elders.

Even if his realm wasn’t on par, his combat power was undoubtedly not inferior, perhaps even stronger.

That was his confidence.

Rhys Blackwood looked at him deeply but didn’t refuse, only silently nodding.

He knew Corbin Crowley’s words were true, and having such a good brother by his side made him feel immensely secure.

Of course, that didn’t mean he would give up Luna to him.

He still had to fight for her; after all, they were two separate matters.

Corbin Crowley withdrew his hand from Rhys Blackwood’s shoulder, his silver eyes slightly narrowed, “One thing is one thing, and I won’t give you Luna’s hand.”

Rhys Blackwood sneered, “No need.”

The tension between them hadn’t lasted three seconds when Malachi Arcanus’s loud voice interrupted—

“Flirty fox!”

Malachi Arcanus threw the bloodied snake gallbladders and poison sacs to Rhys Blackwood.

He then approached Kian Sterling, reaching into his coat to pull out a Dragon Whisker Whale Beast Pill, shoving it into Kian Sterling’s hand, “Good stuff, especially left for you. We broke through by consuming this thing.”

Kian Sterling looked down at the Dragon Whisker Whale Beast Pill glowing with blue light in his palm, his fingers tightening slightly, his expression a bit surprised.

He had never expected they would save a Dragon Whisker Whale Beast Pill for him, and a trace of warmth emerged unbidden in his heart.

Zeke Veridian threw the snake gallbladders and poison sacs he had dug out to Rhys Blackwood, then found a place with running water to wash his hands.

He turned around, his emerald eyes glancing over Kian Sterling’s nine tails, saying flatly, “This is an eighth-tier Dragon Whisker Whale Beast Pill, and it should be enough for you to advance to the eighth tier. If you’re lucky, you might even evolve.”

Saying this, his teasing gaze swept over Malachi Arcanus, continuing, “Of course, if you’re as unlucky as Malachi, forget I said anything. But be prepared, the breakthrough process is a bit bloody.”

Kian Sterling rubbed the beast pill with his fingertips and suddenly chuckled softly, “Does it hurt more than losing a tail?”

Zeke Veridian flicked the water droplets from his hands, “All your blood, flesh, and bones will be shattered and reassembled; Malachi rolled in pain in the sea, boiling even the seawater.”

“Nonsense!”

Malachi Arcanus’s ears turned red, glaring at him, “Was I rolling in pain? It was from excitement! Stop spouting nonsense.”

Zeke Veridian snickered, too lazy to expose him.

Kian Sterling watched the two bicker, his beautiful fox eyes filled with even more amusement.

Mael Valerius looked complicatedly at the Dragon Whisker Whale Beast Pill in Kian Sterling’s hand, inwardly sighing.

These people were indeed rivals in love, yet they could bring each other precious beast pills; he couldn’t fathom what they were thinking.

Shouldn’t they kill each other off?

How did they develop brotherly affection?

He silently critiqued, but had to admit, the camaraderie between these few was rare.

Mael Valerius’s gaze turned to Luna Sutton, seeing her watching the scene with a face full of smiles, clearly very happy.

His heart stirred, his dark golden eyes flickering slightly.

Perhaps he could try to integrate into them, to understand the friendship among them.

After all, he truly loved Luna and hoped to earn her recognition and acceptance.

Thinking of this, he stepped forward, his voice bearing a touch of sincerity, “Kian Sterling, congratulations on recovering the Nine-Tails, and I apologize for my previous actions. I know it will take time for you to forgive me, but I am sincere. I am willing to make amends, so if you want anything, just let me know.”

Those present were all stunned, none of them expecting Mael Valerius to apologize to Kian Sterling voluntarily.

Even Kian Sterling himself was a bit bewildered, struggling to react.

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