Chapter 137: The Legacy of the Seven Colored Demon Saint
A black sphere radiating dark light shot out from the pool, surging toward Xiao Yan at lightning speed.
Seeing this, Xiao Yan's lips curled into a cold smile as he quickly retreated several steps.
Sensing his evasive actions, the black sphere emanated an almost mocking wave of energy.
Then, with a "smack," an aged hand reached out and grabbed it firmly.
"Buzz! Buzz!" The black sphere spun rapidly, trying to escape the grasp of the old hand, but it was futile. Trembling with unease, it emitted a faint, terrified vibration.
"I was wondering where this beast's magic core had gone. Turns out it was hidden in this blood pool," Xiao Yan remarked playfully as he watched the black sphere struggle in Elder Wen's hand.
Moments later, a black clad, middle aged man's spectral figure emerged from the sphere, glaring at them with panic.
"Who… who are you people? Why is a Semi Saint present in a place like this?" His voice trembled, eyes darting between the three figures in front of him.
He had assumed that Xiao Yan, a mere youth, was likely a Dou Huang at best. Yet, to his horror, the two elderly men beside Xiao Yan radiated an unfathomable and terrifying aura.
"Who we are is not something a mere wisp of a soul like you is qualified to know," Xiao Wu snorted, raising his hand to extinguish the spirit.
"Wu Lao, wait." Xiao Yan gestured for him to stop and stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the middle aged man.
"Tell me, where did you get these two Seven Colored Heaven Swallowing Python scales?"
"Do you think I'd tell you…?" The soul sneered, but before he could finish, a black whip of soul energy lashed across him, eliciting a scream of agony.
Turning, he saw the stern elder glaring coldly at him.
"A mere rank eight magical beast dares to speak to our clan's young master like this? You're courting death."
"Young master?" The spectral man was stunned. A Semi Saint addressing this boy as 'young master'? What kind of background did this youth have?
"I'll give you one more chance. Obediently tell me where these scales came from, and I may spare your life. Otherwise, your soul will be scattered to the winds," Xiao Yan said, his tone calm but laced with an undeniable threat.
The man hesitated, torn between fear and defiance. He glanced at the two elders, knowing even his full strength in life couldn't rival them. As a mere remnant soul now, the boy alone exuded enough danger to unsettle him.
"Fine. I'll talk," he relented with a sigh.
"These two scales indeed belong to the Seven Colored Heaven Swallowing Python. More precisely, they are the natal scales of the last nine star Seven Colored Heaven Swallowing Python: the Seven Colored Demon Saint."
Xiao Yan's eyes flickered with intrigue, and even Elder Wen and Elder Wu's expressions grew solemn.
The Seven Colored Demon Saint was a figure of legend, a peerless powerhouse from thousands of years ago. According to ancient records in the Xiao Clan, the Demon Saint was at least a five star Dou Sheng at their peak a level of power that even ranked among the elites of the Xiao Clan at the time.
Most importantly, the Demon Saint was the last known Seven Colored Heaven Swallowing Python to ascend to the Saint rank. Legends suggested that the reason for the lineage's decline was tied to secrets the Demon Saint had taken to their grave.
Xiao Yan, with his ambitions regarding the Snake Person Queen, couldn't help but grow more curious.
"Where did you get these scales?" Xiao Yan asked, his tone steady but pressing.
"My grandfather," the man admitted. "He was one of the Seven Colored Demon Saint's loyal followers. After the Demon Saint's fall, he led our Netherworld Demon Snake clan to pledge allegiance to the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python clan."
"So, he's a second generation follower," Xiao Yan mused with a smirk. "And what do you hope to achieve with these scales? The Demon Saint has been gone for ages; these natal scales can't hold much value for you now."
The man hesitated, then spoke cautiously. "If I reveal the secret, will you promise to return me to my clan?"
"How bold," Elder Wu growled, raising his soul whip again.
"Wu Lao, stand down." Xiao Yan waved a hand, his gaze icy.
"The decision is mine. Speak now, or I'll extract the truth with soul searching techniques."
"You… you're with the Soul Clan?" the man stammered, his face pale with terror.
The Soul Clan had been the most fearsome force in his time, an enemy even the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python clan couldn't rival.
"Not the Soul Clan," Xiao Wu sneered. "We are the Xiao Clan, and the Soul Clan has been destroyed by us. Their secrets are now ours."
The man's eyes widened in shock, disbelief etched on his face. "Impossible! The Soul Clan was so powerful. How could they have been wiped out?"
"Nothing is impossible," Xiao Wu said coldly. "If you anger our young master, the next to fall will be your Netherworld Demon Snake clan. Do you think the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python clan will protect you then?"
Hearing this, the man's attitude shifted. Bowing his head, he adopted a more servile tone. "Young master, I'll speak. Please listen carefully."
With a flick of his hand, the man summoned the two Seven Colored scales.
"These are two of the Demon Saint's natal scales. According to my grandfather, the Demon Saint had a total of seven such scales. If all seven are gathered…"
His voice trembled with reverence.
"…the Seven Colored Demon Saint's legacy will be revealed!"
(End of Chapter)
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