He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

The five old men widened their eyes simultaneously.

"Zhu Hongxing!"

The old man at the head of the group was the first to react, his beard trembling with anger, and his voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

"What are you doing?!"

He pointed at the corpse on the ground, his fingers trembling.

"Did you know that because the third deity, Vermilion Bird, awakened, ninety percent of the direct descendants of the Zhu family died suddenly! The family is now facing a severe shortage of talent and successors!"

He took a deep breath, heartbroken.

"Luo Zihao is registered with Divine Bloodline No. 17, codenamed Donghua Emperor. His future achievements are limitless! Do you even know how much the Zhu family paid to get him to marry into their family?!"

The voice grew louder and louder, almost a shout.

"And you did it! You killed him outright! Not only did you deprive the Zhu family of a prodigy, but you also offended the Luo family! You…"

"Are you done talking?"

Zhu Hongxing interrupted him.

She landed slowly, the crimson flames subsided somewhat, but her eyes remained frighteningly red.

She looked at the old man at the head of the group and gave a smirk.

"A piece of trash who even beat up kids, he's dead, so what?"

The voice was flat, as if talking about something trivial.

"What, you want to die too?"

The five old men froze at the same time.

The leader's face turned completely red, and his lips trembled for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Zhu Hongxing's strength is undeniable.

Before the Third Deity ran into trouble, the Luo and Zhu families looked down on him.

Now, almost all of the Zhu family's top leaders have died out. They have vast territories and resources, but they can only barely stabilize the situation through marriage alliances.

Zhu Hongxing was also a direct descendant, but she once eloped with a good-for-nothing of unknown origin.

The Zhu family originally looked down on them and even wanted to expel them from the family.

But with the third deity in trouble, most of the Zhu family's direct descendants died, and all the surviving direct descendants became treasures.

Those like Zhu Hongxing, who were injected with the No. 3 divine blood and are still alive, are especially precious.

The five old men exchanged glances, and none of them spoke again.

An eerie silence.

After a long while, the old man in the lead took a deep breath and barely managed to suppress his anger.

He turned his head to look around, his gaze finally landing on Yun Yi at the door.

Upon seeing this, his brows furrowed.

He was too angry about Luo Zihao's death to pay attention to the child.

Now that I've calmed down, something's not right.

Although Luo Zihao didn't use his full strength in those moves, the gale could still cut through even fine steel. How come this kid was completely unharmed?

The old man squinted and examined him carefully.

The six-year-old child, small and thin, stood quietly at the door, expressionless.

The clothes were intact, and there wasn't even a red mark on the skin.

Not right.

Even if Luo Zihao only uses half of his strength, it's still not something a six-year-old child can withstand.

Moreover, when Zhu Hongxing went berserk, the energy fluctuations were so strong that even the five of them, all at the fifth level, struggled to withstand them. How come this child, standing at the door, was completely unaffected?

The old man sensed Yun Yi's aura again.

No.

There was no breath at all, just like the most ordinary child.

But it is precisely this "ordinary" that is most extraordinary.

How could an ordinary child possibly remain unharmed in that kind of environment?

Did Zhu Hongxing give him a protective treasure?

But he didn't sense any fluctuations from the treasure.

Could it be that it's concealing its presence?

What can a six-year-old child hide?

Could it be that the No. 7 Divine Blood is not useless at all, but has characteristics that they are unaware of?

But that's even more impossible, isn't it?

As the only codenamed god to be hunted down, God Blood No. 7 was already considered a useless person and was injected with god blood.

Only those people at the God-Making Research Institute inject this divine blood indiscriminately everywhere every day.

The old man couldn't understand it.

The other four noticed as well and gathered around to whisper among themselves.

"What happened? He withstood several of Luo Zihao's moves without a scratch."

"There was no energy fluctuation on his body; he looked like an ordinary person."

"Could it be that Zhu Hongxing secretly intervened to block it?"

"Impossible, I've been watching her the whole time, she didn't move at all."

"Not to mention the Bloodlust of God No. 3, who is on the verge of losing control, how could she possibly do something as meticulous as secretly stopping it?"

"And this child..."

The five old men looked at each other, unable to explain themselves.

Just then.

Yun Yi walked out of the door.

He walked slowly, taking small steps, but with each step, the alloy floor trembled slightly.

He walked up to the five old men and stopped.

I looked up and glanced at them.

That glance was perfectly calm.

But that one glance made all five old men's hearts skip a beat.

next second.

An aura rose from Yun Yi's body.

At first it was weak, but in the blink of an eye it exploded like a volcanic eruption.

Sixth order.

Tier 6 combat power.

A six-year-old child with sixth-tier combat power.

The pupils of the five old men suddenly contracted.

Before they could even react, a second aura appeared.

An extremely violent, scorching blood aura surged from the depths of Yun Yi's body, like an ancient ferocious beast awakening from its slumber.

Blood of God No. 16.

The old men's minds went blank.

The third aura.

It was even more terrifying than the previous two combined, gloomy and heavy, carrying a sense of vastness that merged with heaven and earth.

Blood of God No. 2.

The five old men were completely stunned.

He opened his mouth, stared wide-eyed, his expression shifting from shock to disbelief, and then from disbelief to extreme fervor.

Three.

Blood of three gods.

A six-year-old child has the blood of three gods fused in his body.

Number 7, number 16, number 2.

Number 2 is the third-ranked being in the Divine Bloodline sequence.

The sequence of divine blood is unrelated to the numbering; the numbering is only sorted by the discovery time; the sequence is determined by the difficulty and strength of fusion.

The old man at the head of the group trembled as he took a shaky step forward.

His hands were trembling, as if he were about to touch a priceless treasure.

"Three, three..."

His voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

"Three divine bloodlines... the legendary... unparalleled prodigy..."

The four old men behind him snapped out of their daze, their eyes reddening with excitement.

"God bless the Zhu family! God bless the Zhu family!"

"Three divine bloodlines! It's actually three divine bloodlines!"

"No wonder he was able to hold his own against Luo Zihao!"

"Divine Blood Number 2! That's Divine Blood Number 2!"

They were so excited that they were incoherent and gesticulating wildly, completely forgetting that Zhu Hongxing had killed Luo Zihao and the threat posed by the Luo family.

The five people almost jogged over to Yun Yi's side, formed a circle, and carefully bent down.

The old man at the head of the group reached out to touch Yun Yi, but dared not, his hand trembling in mid-air.

He bent down, his old face close to Yun Yi's, and forced out the kindest smile he had ever given in his life.

"Um... young master."

Her voice was so soft, as if she were afraid of scaring a kitten.

"What...what's your name?"

The other four also joined in, forming a circle of five old faces, their eyes gleaming with an almost insane light.

Yun Yi stared expressionlessly at the five old men whose expressions changed faster than turning the pages of a book.

"Yunyi".

He spoke, his voice flat and monotone.

"Yunyi... What a good name, what a good name!"

The old man nodded repeatedly, his smile widening.

"Um, Young Master Yunyi, how old are you this year? Is your cultivation tiring? What resources do you need? Our Zhu family's treasury may not have much else, but it certainly has plenty of resources. Anyway, most of the higher-ups are dead, so you can use them however you like!"

Another old man quickly squeezed in.

"And cultivation techniques! Our Zhu family is a top-tier family, we have all kinds of cultivation techniques..."

"What does your lineage even amount to!"

The third old man shoved him aside.

"Young master, my lineage possesses a divine body-strengthening technique, perfect for building a solid foundation. Would you like to...?"