Cold.
Bone-chilling cold.
Su Chen was penetrated by four black iron hooks as thick as an adult's arms.
He was hung in the center of the Su family's altar.
Bright red blood dripped down the hook lock onto the stone platform engraved with runes.
Under the stone platform, the elders of the Su family were sitting cross-legged.
Greed is written on everyone's face.
"It's almost time. The separation of the Supreme Ancestral Blood will be completed soon."
The Great Elder Su Wanshan stared at Su Chen.
Su Chen raised his head with difficulty.
His vision was blurred.
Standing in front of him was a young man in brocade clothes, holding a long sword that exuded a faint green light.
That was Lu Yunfei.
The genius with a surname of the Su family is also Su Chen's nominal senior brother.
"Junior brother, stop holding on."
Lu Yunfei stepped forward and patted Su Chen's face with the cold tip of his sword.
"It would be a waste of resources to have this kind of high-dimensional bloodline in a useless person like you."
"Hand it over and I'll give you a pleasure.
