Chapter 1416: The Best Master in the World

Chapter 1416: The Best Master in the World

An Lin flew toward the three suspended coffins.

It looked like Emperor An Mang really had received quite the psychological blow. Otherwise, he would not have fled without even taking these valuable coffins with him.

An Lin made his way over to the three black coffins and tried to take their lids off.

To his surprise, the lids felt as if they had been sealed to the rest of the coffin and refused to budge.

An Lin had no choice but to use his Divine Inspection Technique again.

A string of information appeared in his mind.

[Soul-Crushing Coffin: A coffin imbued with Emperor An Mang’s power of the divine dao, thereby giving it extremely powerful sealing property. This is an intermediate-rank immortal tool capable of sealing away all powers within a living being’s body and forcing it into a deep slumber. In order to open the coffin, the most convenient way is to use the item most sought after by the living being within the coffin to rouse them from their slumber, upon which the Soul-Crushing Coffin would open of its own accord.]

An Lin was ecstatic to see this. These coffins were used for sealing and not for burial. This indicated that Cassidy and the others weren’t dead!

As for the most sought after item for the living beings within the coffins?

An Lin released three drops of blood, which he flicked toward the coffin lids.

He wasn’t trying to boast, but there was no Blood Tribe cultivator that could resist the temptation of his blood!

Sure enough, boom boom boom!

Three explosive booms erupted in quick succession.

Cassidy, Tobias, and Merlin smashed open the coffin lids with scorching lights in their eyes.

“Blood! Super delicious blood!”

“This is the scent I smelled in my dreams…”

“This is the only thing I want in this world!”

All three of the Holy Disciples burst out from their coffins and immediately began licking the blood from their coffin lids.

An Lin: “…”

“I went to all this trouble to save you, and you’re going to lick my blood before you even greet me?” An Lin instantly wiped away the blood on the coffin lids with a scornful expression.

It was yet to be seen whether his blood would be safe for them to drink following his most recent breakthrough, so he couldn’t let them drink it yet.

Cassidy shuddered as she lay sprawled over her coffin lid before turning her head to look at An Lin with astonishment etched on her gorgeous features.

Soon, tears began to well up in her crimson eyes.

“Master!” She enveloped An Lin in a tight hug and bawled with tears as she buried her head into his chest. “I thought I would never see you again! I didn’t think you would really come to save us and succeed in the end, waah…”

“All of the Blood Tribe emperors had been deployed, but you still came to save us despite how dangerous it would be. I can imagine the hardships you must have gone through before finding us… You really are the best master in the world!” Merlin was also wiping away tears, feeling genuinely thankful that he had such a good master.

“Even the four Blood Tribe emperors and the Blood Tribe army are unable to stop the Holy Leader! It is our honor to be able to serve the mighty Holy Leader!” Tobias was a big, tough man who did not shed tears easily, but it appeared that someone was chopping onions nearby.

An Lin was getting goosebumps from this clingy trio and immediately put a stop to this. “Alright, let’s get out of this place first and talk later.”

“Yes, Holy Leader!”

“As you wish!”

“Master…”

Cassidy was still hanging off his body, grinding her warm, bouncy breasts against his body.

An Lin immediately slapped her aside. “Don’t try to sexually harass me!”

The three Holy Disciples followed along behind An Lin with obedient expressions as they traveled toward the exit of the Blood Tribe holy land.

“Holy Leader, Holy Leader, what happened to Emperor An Mang?”

“He was scared off by me.”

“Gasp…”

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Each of the three Holy Disciples drew a sharp intake of breath.

“Holy Leader, Holy Leader, we found the Blood Patriarch’s skeleton earlier but were unable to recover it. Do you want to try your luck and maybe…”

“Oh, you mean this one? It has already accepted me as its master.”

An Lin pulled out Xue Mengmeng.

“Gasp…”

The three Holy Disciples drew a second sharp intake of breath.

“As expected of the Holy Leader! How bad*ss!”

“I knew that the Holy Leader was omnipotent!”

“Even the Blood Patriarch has become the Holy Leader’s slave. Who can stop the Holy Leader now?”

All three Holy Disciples were full of praise and reverenced toward the white-robed man before them.

Xue Mengmeng raised its skull with a hint of arrogance. “I am the Blood Patriarch’s skeleton, and my name is Xue Mengmeng! Why are you not kneeling in my presence?”

“Xue what?” Cassidy was dumbstruck.

“Xue Mengmeng!” the red-robed skeleton monster said in a firm voice.

“Pffft…” Tobias cracked first.

“Hahaha…” Merlin was also sent over the edge.

Cassidy managed to barely repress her laughter. “Great name!”

The paramount Blood Patriarch was referring to itself as Xue Mengmeng…

The three Holy Disciples simply couldn’t help but burst into laughter at this thought.

“What? Is the name funny? Are you doubting my naming skills?” An Lin glowered at the three Holy Disciples who were shaking with mirth.

The three Holy Disciples immediately stopped laughing upon learning of the fact that this was a name An Lin had invented. The three of them then began to deliver unreserved praise toward Xue Mengmeng’s name.

Xue Mengmeng’s expression eased slightly, and it returned to An Lin’s storage ring.

An Lin actually had his own considerations for giving it this name. Aside from the fact that he liked this name, he was also hoping it would dispel the residual killing intent from the Blood Patriarch’s skeleton.

Hopefully, being called “Mengmeng” over and over again would exert a subtle influence upon it over time, thereby cleansing its soul and filling its heart with love toward this world…

Alright, maybe none of that was true.

An Lin and the three Holy Disciples managed to make it to the spatial gate of the Blood Tribe holy land without any trouble, and they hurriedly made their way into the gate.

They emerged to find that the crimson palace had already been reduced to rubble.

The spatial gate left behind by the Blood Patriarch was still standing, but everything around it had been razed to the ground.

“The Blood Patriarch’s Holy Palace has been destroyed!” Cassidy’s expression shifted drastically.

“It’s protected by an extremely powerful Dao Integration Stage spell formation! Who could have done this to it?” Tobias was also quite astonished.

An Lin also wore a grave expression on his face.

Not taking into account other matters, just the fact that the crimson palace remained completely unscathed even in the aftermath of his battle against Emperor Yi Deng indicated just how indestructible it was.

“Roar!”

An earsplitting enraged roar suddenly erupted nearby.

The soundwaves alone were able to shatter the earth within a radius of several dozen kilometers!

An Lin looked up to discover a completely crimson godfiend over ten thousand feet tall with eight arms, each of which was holding a different weapon, and it was currently in the process of unleashing a crazed roar.

One of its arms wielded a bloodstained saber, which crashed down toward the Starfire Battleship.

A saber projection extended for over fifty kilometers, staining the entire sky red. The saber strike was imbued with boundless killing intent, and it was able to break through the Starfire Battleship’s defenses to inflict a huge gash upon its hull!

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