The Blood Shadow was indeed Xiong Wanchuan. After obtaining the fist technique fragment from Muo Chen, he hid within the Blazing Flame Race Territory, beginning to comprehend the fist technique shown on the fragment.

Meanwhile, he awaited others to join forces against the Blazing Flame Tribe.

He calculated that the Xiaoyang Race would use the Strongest Fist Technique to attract other Human Race Tribes.

Why should he be the one to stand out?

After a period of realization, the fragment he obtained from Muo Chen seemed exceptionally profound. It was both like and unlike the Marquis’ inherited fist technique, making him increasingly uncertain.

This time, the commotion from the Blazing Flame Tribe’s festival roused the hidden Xiong Wanchuan from his meditation.

He originally thought that with such a large festival scene, someone would most likely come to ambush the Blazing Flame Tribe, intending to hide away and reap the benefits as a bystander.

But unexpectedly, even as the festival was about to end, no martial artist appeared to attack the Blazing Flame Tribe.

Xiong Wanchuan was filled with doubt and decided to investigate quietly. However, before he could act, he was discovered.

When he sensed the surging energy from the Blazing Flame Ancestral Temple, Xiong Wanchuan fled without hesitation.

This energy was too overwhelming.

As seven beams of rainbow light flew from the Ancestral Temple, Xiong Wanchuan nearly crashed into a rock ahead.

How could there be seven Sacrificial Spirits!

The tribes in the Northern Lands show no martial virtue.

Xiong Wanchuan ran swiftly, but the Sacrificial Spirits were even faster, with all seven figures striking simultaneously.

A mighty aura descended from the sky, even causing distortions in the air.

The power of the attacks was like a storm, and the fierce wind enveloped Xiong Wanchuan.

...

"Spare him!"

Shen Can, arriving from the Ancestral Temple, quickly called out as he saw the energy erupting in the mountain.

The Sacrificial Spirits wielding blades, spears, hammers, and other weapons restrained their auras by more than half.

Xiong Wanchuan was still sent flying afar, crashing heavily into a small mountain, causing it to collapse, and the ground to crack.

The seven Sacrificial Spirits glanced at Shen Can before stepping through the air and returning to the Ancestral Temple.

Outside the Ancestral Temple, countless tribespeople gazed up at the figures in the sky, their eyes filled with fervor and excitement.

The tribe surprisingly possesses seven Sacrificial Spirits!

This is truly beyond imagination.

...

In the collapsed small mountain, Shen Can retrieved Xiong Wanchuan, dragging him back to the Ancestral Temple.

Seeing Xiong Wanchuan’s blood pupils, Shen Can immediately thought of the Human Race traitor from the Sacrificial Banner ceremony earlier.

Inside the Ancestral Temple.

Xiong Wanchuan lay on the ground, gazing at the seven Sacrificial Spirits looking down at him from a high perch.

He couldn’t move at all; his Divine Treasure had been shattered when he was captured.

"I won’t say anything."

"The Xiaoyang Race sent you to ambush my Blazing Flame Division, didn’t they?"

In response to Shen Can’s words, Xiong Wanchuan remained silent.

"For the Marquis’ Strongest Fist Technique?"

Shen Can continued, "Didn’t you know that more than half a year ago, Marquis Yongshan’s Strongest Fist Technique Mountain and River Guardian already appeared in Yongyi and was contested by the Great Bo Division?"

Upon hearing this, Xiong Wanchuan’s expression dramatically changed.

"What did you say!"

"Impossible!"

If the Marquis’ Fist Technique had emerged, then what had he been doing all this time?

"Impossible!"

Xiong Wanchuan murmured.

Shen Can forcibly opened Xiong Wanchuan’s Witch Pouch, and after a sweep with his Divine Sense, found the fragment engraved with the fist technique.

Pulling out the fragment, he quickly understood what was going on.

"This is Muo Xiao’s sincerity to you?"

Shen Can examined the fragment, emitting a decaying aura.

Certainly, bronzes that have aged appear quaint, but such decaying aura is seldom found on bronze artifacts, usually occurring in withered herbs and trees.

The original Beast Pattern on the bronze was forcibly erased and fist technique illustrations re-etched.

The aura was quite peculiar.

"Fool, you were deceived by Muo Xiao. How could the Marquis’ Strongest Fist Technique be in the hands of the Xiaoyang Race, especially since it already emerged?"

"Impossible, you’re lying to me!"

"Seems you’ve been spying on my Blazing Flame Division for a long time, even ignoring news from the outside world."

Xiong Wanchuan shut his mouth without speaking further, though his body’s fluctuations were intense.

Shen Can deliberately said this to unsettle him.

"Look, is this not the Marquis’ Fist Technique you’ve been yearning for?"

So saying, Shen Can raised his hand, his palm manifesting the image of a mountain and sea.

Xiong Wanchuan’s eyes widened instantly, struggling to rise.

Not just Xiong Wanchuan, but even the Sacrificial Spirits hovering in mid-air were similarly affected, each with eyes agape.

"Surprised, aren’t you? Everyone has a share of the Marquis’ Fist Technique. If you had gotten word earlier, you wouldn’t have ended up as a prisoner in my Blazing Flame Division today."

"Huff, huff, huff!"

Xiong Wanchuan panted heavily, barely able to control himself.

If it was as Shen Can said, then what did that make him?

A fool courting death?

Shen Can observed Xiong Wanchuan’s blood-red eyes, along with the scarlet scales emerging from his body, and casually asked, "Do you keep a diary or journal?"

"What?"

Xiong Wanchuan was confused, not understanding what a diary or journal was.

"No matter if you don’t, you’re already a perfect subject for research."

This was also why Shen Can instructed the Sacrificial Spirits to spare him.

The tribe was still researching the cultivation and restraint of the Desolate Beast Battle Body, and having a Tier Four Martial Artist who had undergone beastification as a research subject would likely be greatly beneficial.

"What are you planning to do?"

Xiong Wanchuan felt a growing panic in his heart under Shen Can’s eager gaze.

"I’m willing to buy my life with two stalks of Treasure Medicine."

"That won’t be necessary. I won’t take your life, and I’ll even nurture you."

Originally thinking that there were no longer any prying eyes inside or outside the clan, this was indeed an unexpected delight.

As for the tribe behind him, there was no rush; the truth would come out eventually.

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