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Chapter 633 - 634: Soul Receiving Technique

Chapter 633: Chapter 634: Soul Receiving Technique

The scene shifted.

In the deepest part of the Fuso Imperial Clan.

A dark room, eerily unusual, filled with tens of thousands of skulls, a chilling wind blew, emitting a ghostly wailing noise.

"Clan Leader, we can begin the ritual now!" a hunchbacked blood-robed sorcerer spoke, holding a serpent staff in his hand, his body exuding an exceptionally unattractive aura!

If someone with sharp eyes were here, they would be astounded!

This ugly blood-robed sorcerer was one of the top ten sorcerers of the Dragon Country, ruthless and brutal.

His nickname was Blood Sorcerer!

Next to Blood Sorcerer stood a middle-aged man in purple robes, tall and imposing, naturally commanding, indeed the Clan Leader of the Fuso Imperial Clan—Clan Leader!

"Do we really need to do this, what if the Martial Saint of Dragon Country notices, it could implicate our Fuso royal family..." a hint of hesitation crossed the imperial gaze.

"Clan Leader, there’s risk in everything, that kid only just died, I paid a huge price to use secret techniques to snatch his soul right under the nose of that old Martial Saint!" Blood Sorcerer said coldly.

"Let’s try using someone else’s soul, even if it’s tens of thousands, I would spare no expense!" the Fuso Clan Leader spoke.

"Hmph, don’t talk about ten thousand, even a hundred thousand or a million people, you won’t find a soul as fresh and strong as Ye Wudao’s!"

Blood Sorcerer sneered, saying, "Fuso Clan Leader, you are suffering from a devastating illness, your days are numbered! If you don’t save your son, your lineage will end with your demise!"

Hearing this, the Fuso Clan Leader’s body trembled, and he knelt down to caress a young man who had died tragically.

"Son, even if I die, I will bring you back!" the Fuso imperial family spoke softly, as if resolute, "Kindly proceed, Brother Blood Sorcerer. Once successful, you will get thirty million Spirit Stones, plus a Fuso Holy Artifact!"

"Good!" Blood Sorcerer revealed a satisfied smile, taking a purple treasure bottle from his hand, sealed with a bloody label!

"Old man, what are you planning?" an angry voice came, it was Ye Wudao.

"Of course, to perform the Soul Transference Technique, to transfer your soul to the Clan Leader’s deceased son’s body!" Blood Sorcerer grinned fiendishly.

What?

Ye Wudao was furiously enraged, "Old man, release me now!"

"Hehe, Ye Wudao, your body is already dead! I’ll perform the Soul Transference Technique, allowing your soul to merge with the Fuso Clan Leader’s son. From then on, you are him, and he is you. Why not enjoy it?" Blood Sorcerer said with a smile.

"I spit! I don’t want my soul to belong to someone else!"

"Hehe, in the future I will be your father, and you will be my son. How about you start by calling yourself Miki Dairo? You will be my most esteemed son!" the Fuso Imperial Clan Leader promised while laughing.

"Hell! I don’t want to be your son, or some damn Miki Dairo, my name is Ye Wudao!" Ye Wudao cursed loudly.

"Little beast, don’t be ungrateful! This is the Soul Refining Bottle, if you don’t obey, within three days I could disperse your soul into oblivion. Then, forget about reincarnation, you won’t even qualify to be a wandering ghost!" Blood Sorcerer threatened fiercely, his expression incredibly ferocious.

"Blood Sorcerer Brother, today is the seventh day since my son’s death, and in half an hour it will be the eighth day, start now!" the Fuso Clan Leader urged.

Once past the seventh day!

The deceased’s three souls and six spirits will be completely scattered!

This is the natural law!

No one can break it!

"Rotten kid, behave yourself, you won’t be short-changed!" Blood Sorcerer glared fiercely at the purple Soul Refining Bottle in his hand, then uncovered the bloody seal.

A white shadow appeared, it was indeed Ye Wudao.

"I refuse to be a ghost of Fuso!"

Seeing the situation turn bad, Ye Wudao immediately tried to escape!

"Little beast, you can’t escape!" Blood Sorcerer sneered, immediately grabbing his serpent staff, unleashing a terrifying power as if a huge hand firmly seized Ye Wudao.

"Release me!" Ye Wudao struggled continuously, but being just a soul, he had no strength at all.

"Little beast, don’t force me to kill you!" Blood Sorcerer shouted angrily.

"Hmph, in life a person of Dragon Country, in death a ghost of Dragon Country!" Ye Wudao scoffed, "Go ahead and kill me. Even if my soul disintegrates, I refuse to be a Fuso ghost!"

"You’re seeking death!"

Blood Sorcerer was furious, about to act, then suddenly sneered, "Rotten kid, you almost deceived me, you think provocation works on me? Let me tell you, your life as a person of Dragon Country is over. You are about to become the Fuso Imperial Clan’s Young Clan Leader, and someday... the Clan Leader..."

Saying this, Blood Sorcerer muttered a spell and pointed his finger.

"Go!"

Ye Wudao felt a powerful force pushing him towards the deceased Fuso Young Clan Leader.

No!

No!

I refuse!

Ye Wudao struggled frantically, but now merely a wisp of a soul, how could he contend against an old monster like Blood Sorcerer?

Meanwhile, the Fuso Imperial Clan Leader wore an expectant expression on his face.

Once Ye Wudao’s soul entered his deceased son’s body, his son would come back to life!

Just at the critical moment, a flurry of urgent footsteps suddenly came.

"Report, report, Clan Leader, something terrible has happened!" a scout came in panicked, his face written with fear.

"Damned fool!" the Clan Leader roared in anger, "Didn’t I order no one to come near here? Get out, no, kill yourself right now!"

Hearing the Clan Leader’s words, the scout knelt down, his body uncontrollably trembling, "Clan Leader, please calm down, there’s someone outside who insists on seeing you!"

"I’m not seeing anyone, go kill yourself!" the Clan Leader dismissed impatiently, then turned his gaze back to Ye Wudao, his face filled with great anticipation.

"Cough... Clan Leader, that person outside says you must meet him, otherwise, our Fuso Imperial Clan will, will disappear..." the scout stuttered.

What?

Hearing this, the Clan Leader’s face turned unsatisfied, "Damn, who is this bastard talking with such audacity, daring to threaten me? Who is he?"

"Martial Saint—from Dragon Country!"

Hearing this, the Clan Leader’s expression instantly turned ashen.