After leaving the Naga Mountain Range, the three of Morren, led by Carl, returned to his family.

This is the stronghold of the Kars family, managed by him for many years, and has long become a heavily guarded fortress.

It seemed they had received the news in advance, as all the important figures of the Kars family were outside the ancient castle, welcoming the arrival of the three of Morren with grand ceremony.

At this moment, they had all reverted to their original appearances.

Each was in their twenties, with faces as if carved by knives and axes, extraordinarily handsome. If the three of them wished to act in movies, they would undoubtedly become the most adored and pursued superstars of the century by women.

"The Kars family welcomes the three lords!"

Led by a middle-aged man at the forefront, over a hundred people standing in front of the ancient castle knelt before the three of Morren.

Carl, somewhat proudly, stepped forward and said, "Lords, this is my son. You may call him Little Carls, his cultivation talent is undoubtedly the best in our clan."

Upon hearing his introduction, Morren couldn’t help but glance at Little Carls.

Soon after, he couldn’t help but shake his head: "Almost sixty years old, yet his cultivation is only in the Grandmaster Realm. With this kind of caliber, you dare claim he’s the best talent of your family?"

"It seems that your lineage has truly declined."

Even being publicly ridiculed by Morren, Little Carls, kneeling on the ground, dared not show a trace of discontent on his face. He seemed even a bit proud, as if receiving Morren’s criticism was something commendable to him.

Old Karl smiled and said, "Honored Lord Morren, naturally my son cannot be compared to the three lords. The three lords are all extraordinarily gifted, and under their leadership, the future of the Blood Clan will surely conquer the East!"

After saying this, his expression instantly became fervently passionate.

Upon hearing this, Lancelot sneered and said, "These descendants today truly disappoint me. They have no skills whatsoever, all they know is boasting every day."

"Noah, when you took over the position of the Netherworld King, did you not manage these descendants well?"

Lancelot was even more caustic than Morren, ridiculing the entire Kars family.

In fact, he had the qualification to do so.

After all, Lancelot was once the ruler of the Blood Clan and the master of the Netherworld King Temple.

Hearing his words, Noah chuckled softly, "Don’t shift the blame onto me. When you lived in the Netherworld King Temple back then, I didn’t see you manage the Blood Clan exceptionally well either."

Lancelot snorted lightly, no longer speaking to him.

Morren then said, "Alright, all of you say less. Now is not the time for infighting. Don’t forget, Hades could find us at any moment."

"Carl, arrange three quiet chambers for us and also prepare blood food. We need to recover as much strength as possible before Hades arrives."

Hearing this, Carl respectfully said, "At your command, mighty Lord Morren!"

After saying this, he led the way forward.

It wasn’t until the four of them entered the ancient castle that Little Carls and the others, kneeling on the ground, dared to stand up.

The Kars family’s castle is large, built halfway up the mountain.

The mountain belly was directly excavated and used as a training place for the Kars family. However, with the settlement of the three of Morren, this place has now become a forbidden area for the Kars family.

Unless allowed, even Old Karl couldn’t approach casually.

After Morren and the others settled into the quiet chambers, Old Karl quickly gathered a batch of blood food for them and sent it into the chambers. In almost half a day, the mountain belly was filled with a thick scent of blood.

If someone were to walk in, they would surely be scared to death by the scene inside.

Everywhere one looked, there were shriveled corpses!

This is a unique cultivation method of the Blood Clan, resembling a forbidden technique of the Demon, able to accelerate one’s cultivation speed through blood consumption. However, even so, it couldn’t allow the three of Morren to restore their strength to the peak.

Aside from being trapped in the Ancestor Blood Pool for years, physical limitations also played a part.

The souls of the three of Morren now resided in bodies from the three Blood Clan elders. Although these three elders were Martial Saint Realm powerhouses, their age was nearly depleted and dry. They barely had a few years left to live.

Residing in such a body imposed a great limit on them.

Even if they used their soul power to improve their bodies, they couldn’t restore themselves to the peak state in a short time. Unless they had a lot of time, perhaps two or three years of secluded practice.

However, Hades would never give them such time, so now they could only hope to enhance their strength before Hades discovered their escape.

Thus, the three former Blood Clan Netherworld Kings temporarily resided in the Kars family’s ancient castle.

Meanwhile, outside on the vast European Continent, the great cleansing continued.

Hades seemed to have gone mad with killing, vowing to exterminate all Blood Clan members who harbored disloyal thoughts toward her. In just a few days, the number of Blood Clans under her hand had exceeded four digits, moving toward five.

Such rampant slaughter naturally caused a stir in Europe.

However, everyone feared Hades’ power, and even if they felt discontent toward her, they dared not reveal a trace of their feelings at this time. Otherwise, once targeted by Hades, they would undoubtedly meet their death.

Thus.

The great cleansing lasted for about five days before Hades finally stopped.

By this time, the number of Blood Clans dead at her hands had exceeded five digits.

Although Hades had killed many this time, it didn’t actually affect the core of the Blood Clan. Because the Blood Clan’s core power was long under her control, most of those she killed were peripheral members.

Considering the Blood Clan’s population exceeding millions, losing this many people was insignificant.

After completing all this, Hades stood up and returned to the Netherworld King Temple.

As for the follow-up work, it was left to the priests of the temple to handle.

Hades returned alone to the temple, but as soon as she entered the hall, she sharply sensed a slight anomaly. Her gaze fell on the Hades Divine Throne, a hint of killing intent flashed in her eyes!