Grand Ancestral Bloodlines Chapter 2150

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Ryu’s wrist flexed and the ball of milky light bounced as though it was a ball before landing on his palm again. 

‘Fascinating, truly fascinating. Is this why I couldn’t use my second set of Meridians all this time? No wonder, no wonder… I never thought that this would be the reason.’ 

Ryu never expected that the answer he was looking for would actually be accidentally given to him by the Ruin Master Guild. 

If they knew the kind of mistake they had made this time, just what kind of reaction would they have? 

Unfortunately for them, very soon, it would be very much too late for them to regret it. 

The ball of white in Ryu’s hand vanished in a swirl of black, being sucked into his Inner World. 

If he absorbed that now… where would there be any fun left to be had? 

The Ruins weren’t here naturally, so they weren’t a part of the Title Stele’s methods. The only reason things still worked probably was because the Ruin Master Guild took a large portion of the Fate for themselves. So though there was a small boost from it, it wasn’t enough to tip the balance. 

If Ryu absorbed this now, he would be able to walk through at least three regions unhindered. But if he did that, there would be no one waiting there for him to fight. 

He had spent all this time building up anticipation. Was he just going to waste it all here? 

Of course not. 

What a waste that would be. 

Ryu grinned. That didn’t mean that he wouldn’t ruin things for the Ruin Master Guild, though. 

A plan was brewing in his mind. If it worked properly, he would be able to destroy what was likely countless generations of effort in a single sweep. 

He’d see if that beautiful wife of his dared to look down on him anymore after that. Though, he had to admit that shamelessly teasing her while she could only helplessly accept it was fun as well. 

Right now, however… 

“You’ve been cowering in that little shadowy corner of yours for so long. Haven’t you grown bored yet? Do you really think yourself a dragon acting like that?” 

Ryu’s head tilted to the side, looking at seemingly empty space. 

“You’ve been cowering in that little shadowy corner of yours for so long. Haven’t you grown bored yet? Do you really think yourself a dragon acting like that?” 

Ryu’s head tilted to the side, looking at seemingly empty space. 

Space warped and a young man stumbled out, forced to do so by a constriction in the space. 

The Dragonling Prince. 

“It seems you’ve accumulated the Fate I need for me already. Decent enough.” 

The Dragonling Prince stabilized himself, looking toward Ryu with calm, placid eyes. To his credit, he was taking it quite well. Though, Ryu would expect at least this much for geniuses who had made it this far. 

“… Why did you not absorb the Fate?” The Dragonling Prince asked. 

Ryu smiled brightly, but his gaze was frighteningly cold. 

“Is that any of your business?” 

“… It will be my business very soon.” 

The Dragonling Prince vanished. Silvery steel claws appeared before Ryu’s throat. 

The Prince was indeed quite fast. In the time Ryu had distracted, he had not only caught up with the number Ryu had killed, but he had surpassed it by far, allowing his control over the world to extend beyond Ryu’s. 

The reason he hadn’t appeared yet was because Ryu was doing something quite odd. Now, he would just have to beat that answer out of him. 

Ryu took a step back, carelessly using [Domain] for the first time in a long while. He didn’t even like to use techniques that weren’t his own anymore, but he rather seemed to be trying something out while Hope’s lineage seemed to be the best to do so. 

He dodged again, side-stepping a tail sweep, and then the sharp edge of a wing, and then the spear of an arm. 

Ryu’s hips pivoted around a stomp of his foot to the ground, the back of his hand gliding down the scaly length of the Dragonling Prince’s forearm. His body spun and his gaze flashed. 

With a sudden explosion of power, his elbow drove right into the Prince’s chest. 

The sound of bone crunching echoed and the Dragonling’s body bent away from Ryu, flying out in a spurt of blood and crashing through a line of trees. 

Ryu must have had barely 10% the power of the Dragonling right now, and yet… 

The end result was much the same. 

The gap between his mental capacity and that of others was too large, especially against this sort of existence that built their entire being off of Dragon Blood… 

Something Ryu was much too intimately familiar with. 

Ryu took a step forward as the Dragonling Prince tried to pull himself off of the ground. Blood flooded down the latter’s chin, a light of fear sparking in his eyes. 

Suddenly, Ryu looked like that towering mountain once again, the gap so large that he couldn’t even fathom it. 

“I can tell why you came,” Ryu said with a smile. “You must have smelled my Dragon Blood. I can tell. Your kind is very sensitive to Fate because you manipulate it all the time. I have to say that your abilities are fascinating. 

“Honestly, I have a fascination for creating Summons. But you’re not to my liking. Your Dao Heart is too weak and you’re a little too weaselly. I think I’ll turn you into a corpse puppet instead. 

“But it’s a bit tricky. Your Fate manipulation abilities would be very difficult to extract perfectly into a corpse puppet. This is why your Demon Race is much better used as Summons, most of your abilities are like that. 

“That sort of problem, though, fascinates me. I wonder if I can do what even the Summoned Ancestors couldn’t.” 

The Dragonling Prince grit his teeth and then unleashed a roar as though to give himself courage. He shot forward, unleashing everything he had in a single, violent blow. 

Ryu’s eyes flickered with light. 

[Death Acupoint]. 

He struck down with a finger from above, tapping the Dragonling’s wrist. 

The Dragonling’s entire balance was thrown off, his fist driving toward and then into the ground. 

Ryu took the opportunity to drive a knee through his head, bending and snapping his nose, and turning it into shrapnel that shredded his brain to pieces. 

With a light step, Ryu turned around his body, driving a palm into the back of his head before the momentum of his knee could even fully take hold. 

The two forces combined and nearly squashed the Dragonling’s head to minced meat. 

The Dragonling shuddered… and then he fainted, his life barely hanging on by a hair.