Grand Ancestral Bloodlines Chapter 2133

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2133  Familiar

“Alright, let’s go.” Ryu said. 

He didn’t really feel like dealing with the rest of this situation. As for his own methods, he was very much confident in them. 

The White Lion Heir would most definitely spend the next several centuries in great pain. 

Ryu rose into the skies. 

Taedra gave the White Lion Heir a glance, her eyes bloodshot. He was still writhing on the ground, begging to be killed. 

After a breath, she managed to exhale. So long as this man suffered, she could put this behind them. 

Swaddling her cousin’s broken body in a soft fabric, she picked him up as gently as she could manage and rose into the skies after Ryu. 

Caught in a no man’s land, the petite blond stood not knowing what to do. She could feel that Taedra had some hints of coldness toward her, and it left her skin prickling. 

“Venerra…” Matheus choked out weakly. “… Where’s… where’s my Venerra…?” 

The petite woman trembled from head to toe, tears falling down her cheeks in a rain. 

After the chains were ripped out from his body, the one thing that was keeping Matheus upright collapsed. He had spent so long fighting against it that when there was suddenly nothing to fight anymore, his body finally reached the very ends of its limit. 

Ryu looked back. “Well, don’t just stand there. Let’s go.” 

Venerra looked up to Ryu, a slightly pleading look in her eyes. She was extremely hesitant even now. 

This was all caused by her to begin with. She didn’t want to bring the love of her life more trouble. 

“If you’re worried about this woman of mine, don’t mind her. She’s just a bit upset and doesn’t know the real story of what you’ve been through yet.” 

Taedra looked up to Ryu as well, frowning. She didn’t like Ryu’s words at all, but Ryu only chuckled. 

Not willing to wait for Venerra to make a decision, Ryu waved a hand. Whether it was for the sake of protecting Matheus’ powerful Dao Heart, or the plan for these two he had in mind, he couldn’t let her stay here even if she had a heart of self-sacrifice. 

Otherwise, he really wouldn’t care much. 

The group was wrapped up in Ryu’s Spacetime affinity and about to vanish when the skies trembled. 

“WHO KILLED MY SON!?” 

Ryu raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t killed anyone. The White Lion Heir was still writhing on the ground right this moment. 

This could only mean that whatever soul methods this White Lion Clan used to keep track of lives and deaths had some clear demerits and wasn’t very accurate. 

Though, to be fair to it… the cuckold might as well be dead now. 

‘A Dao God with such a young son? Interesting.’ 

Taedra pulled her cousin’s body closer to herself when she sensed the aura. Her apprehension shot through the roof. 

She could feel the oppression on Ryu’s Spacetime Qi quite clearly. It felt like Ryu couldn’t teleport away now even if he really wanted to. 

This was the worst-case scenario. 

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! 

A shirtless man with bronzed skin and flowing golden hair appeared high in the skies. He wore a white beast skin skirt and had a roaring lion head draped over his shoulder much like his son. But the difference here was that this lion almost seemed alive, its eyes glowing with a fierce light as its presence trembled the world around it. 

The man must have been at least eight feet tall. This wasn’t shockingly tall by the standard of many Races in the world, but for someone who was very clearly a Human, it went to show that there was a powerful Bloodline churning through his veins. 

Patriarch White Lion. 

Still… despite the imposing air, this time, Taedra was wrong. Ryu could still just as easily use his Spacetime affinity here if he wanted to. 

This man might be a Dao God, but he had accomplished this feat with a Lower Founding Dao set to the standards of this world. Even to the previous True Martial World, this would only count as a Peak Ancient Dao. And compared to the current True Martial World, it was a Lower Ancient Dao. 

For Ryu, whose Dao transcended even the current True Martial World, it was a pitifully weak foundation and wasn’t capable of obscuring his ability to see through Spacetime. 

Plus… his God Control was wholly inferior to Ryu’s Lord Control. 

But just as he was about to directly leave to avoid this annoyance, Ryu paused. 

No matter what, a Dao God was a Dao God. Part of the reason Ryu felt like this was an annoyance was because killing one or battling one right now with his current cultivation would still require a bit of effort. 

He was supposed to be relaxing, and no matter what happened to Matheus, he didn’t have some great grudge against the White Lion Clan. Not to mention the fact the main culprit was writhing on the ground right this moment. 

However, just now… Ryu sensed something that made his lazy gaze slowly begin to sharpen. 

Patriarch White Lion didn’t seem to notice this change. Instead, his gaze had snapped toward his son who was writhing on the ground. 

Confusion colored his face. Wasn’t his son supposed to be dead? What happened here? Why was he in so much pain? 

The Patriarch waved a hand and a flow of time took hold of the world. He seemed about to scry the past and see what happened. But the moment he tried, his body shook and he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. 

The man took a heavy step back, his body convulsing as he tried to regain his bearings. 

By the time his vision cleared, he found a calm young man dressed in robes of white and sky blue standing before him, his hands clasped behind his back. 

“You have a very familiar scent on you. Silent Quibus… where is he?”