Chapter 253 · Frontal Technique, Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng

Qian Renfeng's voice carried an emotion that was hard to describe.

After all, among the four great clans back then, the ones that caused the most damage to Spirit Hall were the Strength Clan and the Breaking Clan.

The Breaking Clan had extremely strong attack power. When they had no way out, one person could often at least trade their life for one enemy.

As for the Strength Clan, they were tough, powerful, and fiercely loyal to the Clear Sky Sect. They fought without fear of death, so relying on their numbers, they caused quite a bit of damage to Spirit Hall's teams.

As for the Speed Clan back then…

The Needle-Tailed Swift, which put everything into speed, was only a little faster than ordinary angels of the same level. And because the Needle-Tailed Swift had almost no attack power, the damage the Speed Clan dealt to Spirit Hall's teams back then couldn't be called zero, but at most, they only killed or injured a few people.

Among them, not a single Spirit Master above the rank of Spirit Emperor had died.

After all, even a Spirit Saint-level Needle-Tailed Swift might not have been able to break through a Spirit King's defenses, let alone fight a Spirit Emperor.

To put it bluntly, more people died during ordinary Spirit Ring hunts than at the hands of the Speed Clan.

The reason they were counted among the four great clans was simply because the Speed Clan was related to the Clear Sky Sect. Otherwise, they would never have been placed alongside the Vigorous Orangutan, Armored Rhinoceros, and Soul Breaking Spear clans.

Those three clans had high-grade Martial Souls, and by focusing on one extreme path, they could surpass top-grade Martial Souls in certain areas. But the Speed Clan was, at most, one of the worst among high-grade Martial Souls.

After all, for flying-type high-grade Martial Souls, either they had high base power, or they had some special ability. Otherwise, generally speaking, being able to naturally fly without relying on Spirit Abilities was enough to count as a high-grade Martial Soul.

The Needle-Tailed Swift had nothing. It only barely stood at the level of high-grade Martial Souls by relying on flight. But in reality, there were still gaps between high-grade Martial Souls.

For example, Flender. Although he was an unaffiliated Spirit Master with no backing, his Four-Eyed Owl was actually a fairly good agility-attack Martial Soul. It might not have been top-tier, but it was still a high-grade Martial Soul. If Flender had focused entirely on speed back then, he might not have been any slower than a Needle-Tailed Swift.

At present, both the Breaking Clan and the Defense Clan already had Spirit Douluo, while Bai He, the chief of the Speed Clan, was still only a high-level Spirit Saint. In the original timeline, he wouldn't break through to Level 81 until several years later.

"A hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beast is something I will naturally deal with. But you recklessly led a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beast into a human gathering area. That is truly a serious crime. I will deal with you afterward."

"This old man truly had no choice. I only did this out of desperation. This old man deserves ten thousand deaths…"

Bai He apologized again and again, without even the slightest thought of resisting.

Calling himself the fastest in the world was fine as a boast, but in reality, he had to know how much weight he really carried.

Compared with Titled Douluo who could not fly, he was definitely faster. But compared with Titled Douluo who could fly, his speed was only about that much.

Especially when this was an Angel Martial Soul, known as the king of the sky. Even if this person did not seem to be the peerless Great Worship of Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu, who was invincible in the sky, as long as he was a Titled Douluo-level angel, he would be faster than Bai He.

"Spirit Hall's main hall is near the Star Dou Forest. If you really wanted to do something, couldn't you have gone straight to Spirit City? Would that hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beast really dare chase you all the way there? Since you came out from another direction, you must have had other motives. You're either treacherous or evil."

Chen Ming looked at Bai He, who was kneeling on the ground, and spoke in a calm voice.

Hearing this much younger voice, Bai He fell silent for a few seconds. Then he realized he really had been a little stupid.

That was right. Since he was not afraid of death, why had he not simply led this Spirit Beast toward Spirit Hall?

Why had he dragged this Spirit Beast around the human world instead?

If he delivered a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beast to Spirit Hall, maybe Spirit Hall might even spare him. His Speed Clan might also have an easier time on the continent in the future.

But what was he doing now?

Had water gotten into his brain? How had he done something this stupid?

Why had he led this Spirit Beast into the human world? So this Spirit Beast could eat freely in the human world, then rely on its cruel nature to kill tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of humans, causing massive panic?

Just thinking about it made cold sweat pour down Bai He's back.

If this really happened, once people found out it was related to the Speed Clan, forget just him and his granddaughter. The entire Speed Clan, along with their ancestral graves, would be vaporized by furious Spirit Masters.

The Speed Clan's reputation would probably become even worse than the Strength Clan's.

Although the four great clans were supposed to stand together, Tai Tan's actions were truly hard for the other three clans to judge.

As the clan chief of the Strength Clan, he was already considered an enemy of Spirit Hall, yet he still went to Spirit Hall.

Fine, going to Spirit Hall to attend the ceremony was one thing. If he had kept his mouth shut, he might have been able to get through it.

But he just had to jump out at the critical moment…

That was just…

From a Spirit Master's point of view, the Strength Clan being wiped out really was not unfair.

If Tai Tan could act that wildly and the Strength Clan still was not destroyed, then everyone would have to start wondering whether something was wrong with Spirit Hall. Otherwise, how could Spirit Hall not even deal with a mere Strength Clan?

"This old man's mind was muddled…"

Bai He hurriedly kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"Please save my granddaughter. My granddaughter, Bai Chenxiang, suffered a violent backlash because her Spirit Ring absorption was interrupted halfway. If there is no expert to help calm the rampaging Spirit Power inside her body, I fear she won't have much time left."

"Please, for the sake of the merciful Angel God, help my granddaughter. This old man is willing to work like an ox or a horse. I only beg you to save her."

Chen Ming looked at Bai He, who was begging bitterly on the ground, and showed some pity. At the same time, Chen Ming was even more certain that this matter was most likely tied to Shura God.

He could help, yes.

But he had to act in his own way, and he had to firmly control Bai He and Bai Chenxiang.

"Your Speed Clan has a Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, right? That will be the price for saving your lives this time."

Bai He did not know why this young man knew his clan had such a treasure, one they had only obtained not long ago. But he had no intention of resisting at all.

After all, he had no ability to resist.

Resisting would only make things worse.

Bai He silently took out a box from his storage spirit tool and presented it with both hands.

Chen Ming took it, opened it, and found that inside was indeed a blood-colored ginseng shaped like a soaring dragon.