Primordial Ancient Serpent-Chapter 452: The Hunted Baili Remnants, The Treasure of the Baili Tribe

However, this Cultivation Technique is not without its flaws—it is as bloodthirsty as a living being and unleashes attacks from time to time.

This trait turned the soldiers of the Blood God Kingdom into ruthless murderers who slaughtered people indiscriminately. The Blood Essence they harvested devoured countless lives. No one knows how many tribes and races have perished at their hands.

Such unrestrained brutality has made them a thorn in the side of countless forces. The Blood God Kingdom has become a notorious demon kingdom—reviled by all, a menace that everyone wants to destroy.

There were many occasions when multiple kingdoms allied to encircle and suppress the Blood God Kingdom, hoping to eliminate this scourge once and for all.

Yet, under the protection of the Lord of the Blood God Kingdom, they withstood the assaults of those allied forces. To this day, the Blood God Kingdom still stands firm, striking fear into the hearts of countless beings.

"Not bad," General Xue Shiba nodded. "If one can survive 80% of a Primordial Chaos Saint's self-destruction power, that shows true grit."

He sneered. "I didn't expect the patriarch of the Baili Race to be so desperate—to actually choose self-destruction and try to drag us down with him."

"You must understand, once you explode your body, you die—there's no resurrection, no second chance. I won't let this happen again next time."

He clenched his fists, the bitter lesson still fresh in his mind.

"However, General," a lieutenant said grimly, "although we have wiped out most of the elite warriors of the Baili Race, a few managed to slip through the net. The young patriarch, Baili Ying, and a few of her followers, including an old steward, took the opportunity to escape."

"They also stole most of the Baili Tribe's treasures—including the legendary treasure of their clan."

"What?!" Xue Shiba roared. "Chase them down immediately! These treasures must fall into the hands of our Blood God Kingdom. Though these indigenous tribes are not powerful, they were born and raised on the Continent of Origin, blessed with great fortune. There may be powerful relics among those treasures—perhaps even Universe Secret Treasures!"

"Rest assured, General," the lieutenant replied. "I've already sent out numerous blood slaves to hunt them down. We've marked their auras. Even if they flee to the ends of the earth, they won't escape."

"Good. First, escort all this blood food back to the Blood Food Nation. The Lord is currently in seclusion, at a critical stage of cultivation, and needs massive amounts of blood food as energy."

"Once the Lord breaks through, his power will reach an even higher level. At that time, the neighboring kingdoms will become slaves of our Blood God Kingdom. We will rise as one of the most powerful kingdoms in the region!"

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A gleam of ambition shone in Xue Shiba's eyes.

"Yes, General!" the soldiers shouted. They understood the importance of the mission—there could be no mistakes. If the Kingdom Lord's strength advanced further, endless benefits awaited them all.

"But the remnants of the Baili Tribe must be captured, and every last treasure retrieved. I will offer them to the Lord. He will be most pleased."

A savage glint flickered in Xue Shiba's gaze.

Meanwhile, in the distance—inside the Golden King Forest—a dozen figures lay hidden. They looked like refugees, their bodies covered in wounds, clothes in tatters.

Leading them was a woman—Baili Ying, the young mistress of the Baili Tribe. Her cultivation level was only at the World-Creation Saint realm, yet she had already comprehended over a hundred Dao Laws.

The strongest among them was a gray-robed elder—Elder Baili Kuan, a retired master of the Baili Tribe. His cultivation had reached the realm of Primordial Chaos Saint, and he had mastered over two thousand Grand Dao Laws.

The group owed their escape to Elder Baili Kuan, while the rest were genius disciples of the tribe who had yet to fully mature. At most, they had just stepped into the realm of Saint.

Such strength was barely cannon fodder on the Continent of Origin.

"Grand Elder... my father...?" Baili Ying suddenly turned pale. Her bloodline connection told her something terrible had happened—her father's life had vanished.

"I'm afraid... he self-destructed." Elder Baili Kuan sighed deeply. "I knew from the beginning that the patriarch had made his decision—to sacrifice himself so we could escape."

"Even if he couldn't wipe them all out, he hoped to severely injure the forces of the Blood God Kingdom."

"T-this..." Baili Ying trembled, nearly collapsing from grief.

"You must stay strong! Don't waste the chance your father gave us! We're all that's left of the Baili Tribe. If we fall, who will avenge our people?!"

Elder Baili Kuan's voice rang like thunder.

"Yes, Elder. I understand." Baili Ying wiped her tears, clenching her fists as she forced down the fury and sorrow.

"Elder, what should we do now?" one of the young disciples asked, his voice filled with despair.

"It's fine," Elder Baili Kuan said solemnly. "There's a powerful kingdom nearby—Jin Kingdom. Even the Blood God Kingdom doesn't dare provoke them lightly. If we can make it there, we'll be safe."

"Jin Kingdom?!" The disciples felt a glimmer of hope. They had heard of its strength—often traveling there to purchase rare goods. But this time, they sought refuge, not trade.

"Too late! The blood slaves are closing in!" Elder Baili Kuan's expression darkened. Blood-colored shadows sped toward them from the horizon, hidden in the void—relentless pursuers from the Blood God Kingdom.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

"Run!" the group scattered in panic. Even Baili Ying fled without hesitation.

"Wait... someone's ahead!" Baili Ying suddenly sensed something strange. In the clearing before them, near a small stream, a massive wooden rack stood over an open flame.

A Thunder Ox Origin Beast was roasting on the fire, its sizzling fat filling the air with a mouth-watering aroma.

There were three figures by the fire—one man and two women. The man calmly tended to the beast, while the two women stared at it hungrily, as if ready to pounce.

The man was grilling the Origin Beast calmly, while the two women were salivating at the oily Origin Beast as if they wanted to pounce on it immediately