When Alis opened his eyes in the fiftieth minute, the Sheikh roared from his seat; the idiom of being on cloud nine had never been so meaningful.
Unlike him, the faces of those betting against Alis were turning purple-blue.
"This one passed the first circle before one hour too, it is unbelievable!"
"Did the sect intervene in this test too?"
While clan representatives fearing Atractivo's ears were talking via voice transmission, the person sitting alone in a separate stand began to speak.
"I congratulate you Sheikh Atractivo, today a thousand-year-old record becomes history!"
Ekaterina's voice groaned throughout the square.
Everyone was aware that the record of the Holy Blood Sect was broken, but this outburst of the beautiful woman created curiosity.
"As you all know, I am a disciple of the Holy Spirit Sect, and this disk is a treasure created by my ancestor. We also use this formation in our sect to train disciples!"
Ekaterina was making this explanation only for the normal public because those in the clan and fiefdom stands knew the story about her grandmother and the Founder of the Holy Blood Sect.
"The first circle record for the outer circle disciple level was fifty-five minutes, and the trio coming from the Bloody Moon Fiefdom broke this. What is interesting is that these kids are not even disciples of the sect yet!"
Ekaterina's last word was very meaningful; it contained a hidden meaning inside. She was saying if you don't want to evaluate them, I will get my hooks into this trio on behalf of my sect.
"The voice of the most beautiful woman living on my lands is at least as beautiful as her face; I fall in love with you once more every time I hear it!"
Atractivo didn't hold himself back at all; he expressed his love for the woman openly.
"Just like the love of your ancestor, the fourth sheikh of my sect, and the great leader First Sheikh, we can be immortal too; then I am ready to give whatever you want from me!"
Tension between sects had come to light after Ekaterina's grandmother had a love affair with the first sheikh. The Holy Spirit Sect didn't want to let go of a member who could be the future sheikh, but both the first Sheikh of the Holy Blood Sect, Dracul, and Ekaterina's grandmother Anastasia loved each other madly.
When the subject entering a deadlock was conveyed to the Hell King of that time, the answer coming was that the strong should make the decision. Upon this, Dracul challenged the entire Holy Spirit Sect alone; he announced that he would accept the challenge of anyone who would confront him.
The place was determined as the Hell Palace, and high-level names of large formations found on the Hell Realm were present here. When the fights started, everyone thought things would get ugly, but no one had guessed what happened.
Before Mora, who bathed the Hell Palace in blood a hundred years ago, her ancestor Dracul had literally drunk the blood of his opponents. The First Sheikh, taking down twenty people one after another, not only killed half of them but didn't leave them in one piece.
The remaining ones were heavily wounded too; among these was the Holy Spirit Sect Sheikh of the period. Dracul, who was a young lad back then, crushed his enemies with the blood technique he created himself and returned to his sect taking Anastasia on his arm.
Each of the Holy Fire, Ice, Spirit, Bone, Earth, and Blood sects built their existence upon different phenomena. While Fire was good at attack power, Ice at defense, Spirit at consciousness power, Bone at endurance, Earth at ruling nature energy, the Holy Blood Sect had specialized only in destruction.
The show Dracul displayed was the proof of this alone; after every fight, he had become even more savage, approaching breaking his limits instead of falling from power.
Those looking at the current Sheikh weren't feeling any of these emotions, but the two had one common point. Both loved a woman who was a member of the Holy Spirit Sect, and what a coincidence that these women were coming from the same lineage.
"Thanks for your offer, but just like your offer, I am not interested in this trio either!"
Ekaterina sat in her place with a coquettish smile; as for Atractivo's eyes, there were the looks of a tiger chasing its escaping prey.
Thus one more hour passed, time was flowing. Just as the events coming one after another calmed down, someone else opened his eyes two hours after the participants entered inside the formation.
Antuan had passed the trial of the first circle and was looking around with excitement to see if there was anyone else besides him who could achieve this.
When he looked at the place where the disciples of the Bloody Moon Fiefdom were, he wouldn't be able to see them; this ensured he screamed with joy inside.
"I knew it, all three were balloons inflated by the Holy Blood Sect and they popped in the very first circle!"
The young boy was boasting inside, but he came to his senses with the explosion of a violent voice in his ears.
"What are you doing you moron, enter the second circle quickly!"
He recognized this voice better than anyone because the owner of the voice was his father. The man coming as a representative on behalf of his clan was angry, and Antuan wouldn't understand the reason for this until he headed towards the second circle.
"No, this can't be true. All three cannot have entered the second circle!"
Antuan, finding the people he thought were thrown out in front of him, got angry. Especially seeing the duo right next to him still stuck in the first circle, he started walking clenching his fists.
Actually, he wanted to rest for a few minutes; after killing a ton of monkeys with his bare hands, he was feeling some mental load on his body.
If it wasn't for his father's order, maybe he could do this, but right now the only option in front of him was entering the second circle rapidly. He continued the test doing what was said out of necessity; meanwhile, one of the men next to the Sheikh was having hard moments.
"Hey Third, the young genius you couldn't stop praising was this kid, right? What bad luck, at another time he would shine like a star, but this year the brats of the Bloody Moon Fiefdom wiped the floor with everyone!"
Atractivo said the word 'wiped' pressing on it extra; the whole square had understood what he actually wanted to mean. Clan stands took this statement upon themselves too but couldn't utter a single word in return.
Power was such a thing; when the person saying the members of a fiefdom they could tear apart with their single hands humiliated them was the Holy Blood Sect Sheikh, they were forced to sit silently.
Ekaterina only smiled slightly after these words; she knew the first circle was only the beginning.
"Young lady, the second circle was related to the Holy Bone Sect, right?"
When one of her bodyguards asked his question silently, the beautiful woman confirmed nodding her head. There were six circles and these represented the Six Holy Sects.
The first circle was the Holy Earth Sect and relatively they were the weakest; after that came the Holy Bone Sect. These two sects were neighbors to each other and there was a great enmity between them.
"My lady, do you think they will be able to pass this circle?"
When her other bodyguard joined the conversation too, Ekaterina straightened up slightly from where she sat; her beautiful back became straight, and her eyes turned to the four people in the second circle.
"I think this is not the real question!"
The beautiful woman's answer would ensure the two bodyguards were surprised; they were waiting for the continuation with rapt attention.
"I don't know about others, but there is only one question to be asked for the three disciples of the Bloody Moon Fiefdom. In how many minutes will they pass this time?"
After their mistress's answer, the interest of the two bodyguards in the trial increased one more fold; they were with her for a long time and hadn't seen the beautiful woman speak this confidently before.
The outside world was boiling slowly; in comparison, the environment inside the second circle was cold and eerie. Nafız was shouting looking at thousands of skeletons surrounding her.
"Come on you grave fugitives!"