From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 605

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Chapter 605 The Legend of the Blood Clan

Chapter 605 The Legend of the Blood Clan

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Leander didn’t look away until the Westerian man and Shirley disappeared from sight, but the knot in his chest only tightened.

The Westerian Blood Clan–an infamous race spoken of only in legends, feared for their cruelty and blood–soaked power–had actually shown up in Astria. That alone meant there had to be something much darker hiding beneath the surface.

“Looks like the world’s about to spiral into chaos. This must be the first sign.”

His gaze sharpened. With his rise to prominence across the world, the King Phase cultivators had started resurfacing one after another, powerful figures had emerged once more, and even the Westerian Blood Clan had begun appearing in the open. The world plunging into turmoil was no longer a prediction–it was inevitable.

When that time came, aside from the global superpowers that ruled the nations, no place on earth would remain peaceful. War would erupt everywhere.

“Master Leander, everything okay?” Celia asked warily, noticing the subtle shift in his expression, assuming he might be annoyed by the joke she had made earlier.

Leander didn’t answer. Instead, he turned to look at her. “Question: How much do you know about the Westerian Blood Clan?”

Celia had once ranked third on the International Assassin Leaderboard–a notorious killer known for slicing her targets open with surgical precision–and Leander assumed she would at least know something about Westeria, especially about the Blood Clan.

“The Westerian Blood Clan?” She stiffened at the name. “Why are you suddenly bringing that up?”

Her brows drew together. Then she recalled the strange Westerian man who had just passed by, the odd feeling he had given off, and the realization hit her like a jolt. “Master Leander… are you suggesting that blond man was a member of the Westerian Blood Clan?”

Leander didn’t hide anything and nodded. “Yes. I once crossed paths at the Aorinth Peaks with the former number one on the International Combat Units ranking–Khaedor, the God of Madness.

“Khaedor was a Blood Clan descendant, born with the Batwing Tempest. That blond man carried almost the exact same aura. Not only that, while he wasn’t as strong as Khaedor, his bloodline felt even purer. I’m certain he’s a member of the Westerian Blood Clan.”

Celia finally understood why Leander had stared at the young man for so long. She nodded slowly. “I don’t know a lot about the Westerian Blood Clan, but before my mentor passed, he mentioned that race to me.”

Her brows relaxed, but her tone turned grave. “The Westerian Blood Clan is exactly like what you read about in the old stories- creatures that feed on fresh human blood.

“They can fly through the air, run as fast as a hunting leopard, and possess physical strength far beyond that of ordinary people. They’re born with power no human can match and have a regeneration ability that puts us to shame.

“The weaker Blood Clan fear sunlight and can’t move around during the day, but the higher ranking ones are no different from normal people. They can survive anywhere, without any real weaknesses.

“Every adult member of the Blood Clan holds power comparable to someone in the Transcendent Realm. And within the Blood Clan, there’s a strict hierarchy of noble titles–the higher the title, the stronger the individual. I’ve heard that the ones at the top can even rival the King Phase.”

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Chapter 605 The Legend of the Blood Clan

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Celia continued, “Three hundred years ago, the first Westerian Blood Clan member known to ever walk the mortal world was Nynther I. Legend says he rampaged across Europa, leaving countless bodies in his wake and spreading plague wherever he went. The chaos he caused triggered a massive upheaval throughout Westeria.

“Because of the disaster and disease he brought, many powerful martial artists of that era planned to eliminate him. But Nynther I was simply too strong. They said his cultivation could rival Westerian divinities and even the Eastern immortals. Everyone who went after him never returned–killed so thoroughly that not even their bodies were left behind.

“As the destruction grew worse and Europa’s population began collapsing, the entire Westerian martial world fell into danger. They couldn’t sit still anymore. So the strongest forces finally joined hands to deal with Nynther I together.

“That battle supposedly lasted seven full days. It plunged the entire Europa continent into darkness. And only by combining the strength of all the top martial experts did they finally manage to kill Nynther I.”

Leander’s eyes flickered. He had only wanted Celia to give him a rough intraduction to the Blood Clan–he hadn’t expected it to come with a history this intense.

He didn’t interrupt, and Celia went on. “Even though Nynther I died, that battle also took down at least three Westerian divinities. It became the most devastating war against an outside race in Westeria’s martial history.

“Because of the massive destruction Nynther I caused, the entire Westeria world developed a deep hostility toward the Blood Clan. Many of Westeria’s martial artists even formed alliances specifically to hunt Blood Clan members, hoping to one day erase that terrifying and wicked race completely.

“With the relentless pursuit of countless experts, the number of Blood Clan members plummeted. About 200 years ago, the Blood Clan finally vanished from the world altogether.

‘Take Khaedor, for example–he possessed Blood Clan bloodline, but he wasn’t a purebreed. He was a hybrid between a Blood Clan ancestor and a human, which is why he was able to slip through loopholes and still live in the modern world. But a true member of the Westerian Blood Clan hasn’t appeared for at least two centuries. And yet that blond man…”

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