HPDBC Chapter 5766: Uncontrollable
Chapter 5766: Uncontrollable
These violet chains were too fast, instantly binding Long Chen the moment they appeared.
“What are you doing?!” Long Chen shouted, struggling crazily.
But no matter how he fought, he found himself utterly powerless in this strange space.
“Struggling is meaningless. Since you bear the bloodline of the violet blood race, your fate is sealed. You will be slaughtered here today,” the middle-aged man said coldly.
“That again? Why do you always resort to threats of killing?” the woman beside him scoffed.
That man was speechless. He said, “This little fellow is too rude. What’s wrong with scaring him a little?”
“His killing intent is so heavy. Do you think you can scare him? Stop wasting time and get to work. If our descendants sent him here, there must be a reason,” the woman said impatiently.
Suddenly, violet flames erupted around Long Chen, their searing heat scorching even his soul. An unbearable pain wracked his body.
“You old fogeys, what the hell are you up to?!” cursed Long Chen.
“Old fogeys?”
The group exchanged confused glances. They didn’t understand the term, but judging by Long Chen’s expression, it clearly wasn’t a compliment.
“AH!”
Long Chen roared as black runes surfaced on his body. A surge of Ghost Qi billowed forth, sending chills down their spines.
“As expected, there really is a problem! It’s the Ghost Sovereign’s mark!”
“You little brat, how do you have the Ghost Sovereign’s mark on you?!” one of them shouted.
“None of your damn business! Let me go!” Long Chen barked.
“This child has lost his mind. The Ghost Sovereign’s mark will turn him into its puppet sooner or later. Don’t be afraid, we will help you remove it,” one of the ancestors said, his tone surprisingly gentle as if comforting Long Chen.
“Afraid my ass! I’m keeping it! I have major plans for it!” Long Chen roared in frustration.
The ancestors slowly rose. This time, when they looked at Long Chen, their gazes were filled with deep reverence.
“Since you insist on keeping the Ghost Sovereign’s mark, we will not interfere,” their leader finally said. “However, I must warn you—the mark will erode your will and feed your heart-devil as you grow stronger. Do not let it consume you.”
Long Chen nodded. “Junior understands. I will be cautious.”
Long Chen had calmed his temper. One reason was that their actions had stemmed from genuine concern, while another reason was that they had also stopped acting so high and aloof.
Suddenly, the world around him changed, and his mind left the totem pole.
Luo Yanfeng and the others remained fast asleep beneath the totem pole’s divine radiance, their bloodline power seemingly in hibernation. Long Chen silently studied the totem pole, his mind swirling with questions.
The ancestors’ sudden reverence unsettled him. It wasn’t him they had been kneeling to—at least, it didn’t feel that way.
Since Luo Yanfeng and the others were still undergoing their transformation, Long Chen decided to leave first.
Just as he departed, the race leader entered the chamber. He approached the totem pole and bowed deeply. In the next instant, his consciousness was drawn into the totem pole’s space.
“Greetings, ancestors.”
The race leader respectfully kowtowed. These heroic spirits were the revered guardians of the violet blood race—their most honored predecessors.
“Rise,” the middle-aged man leading them said, lifting him up personally. “Why did you send him here?”
“Our branch is at a critical juncture. We must make an important choice, and Long Chen is at the heart of this decision. I can sense powerful killing intent and a sinister aura from him. But his power blocks me from sensing him more deeply. Given the stakes—the survival of our branch—I could not make this decision alone. I sought your wisdom,” the race leader explained respectfully.
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The middle-aged man’s expression remained calm. “He is worthy of trust. That is unquestionable.”
The race leader sighed in relief, but then the middle-aged man added, “However, let me warn you—he cannot be controlled.”
With that, the middle-aged man vanished, and the race leader was ejected from the totem pole’s space.
He stood there, his brow furrowed in deep thought.
"Cannot be controlled? What does that mean?"