Chapter 600: Devil God Nation
Just as he was weighing the consequences, something stirred violently within his body. His Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline surged to life without warning. Heat coursed through his veins, concentrating around his right arm.
Max hissed through clenched teeth as a burning sensation flared beneath the skin. In moments, the green turtle-like mark began to smolder—then char—and finally dissolve into nothingness. Max blinked in disbelief.
"It’s gone!" he muttered in awe, inspecting his now-clear arm. The Black Tortoise Bloodline’s mark had been completely erased—scorched away by the fierce dominance of his own chaotic bloodline.
Blob chuckled in approval, the tension in his voice loosening. "You’re good, kid. I underestimated your bloodline. It’s more than dominant—it’s outright sovereign. To erase a mark from the Xuan Family without external help? That’s something even the Four God Nation might fear one day."
Then, his voice dipped into caution again. "But don’t get too comfortable. The mark might be gone, but that mechanism wasn’t just local. Someone—maybe the elders already knows you killed Silus. They may not know where you are just yet, but your face... your presence... it might already be known. Be careful."
Max nodded, a dark resolve in his eyes. If the Xuan Family was going to hunt him, then so be it. Let them come. He’d face them all if he had to.
For now, there was still one more thing to do. He turned his gaze toward Silus’s mangled corpse, walking slowly toward it.
As he reached out his right hand, it burst into ghostly purple flames. "Time to extract your secrets, Silus," Max muttered coldly. "Let’s see what you were hiding."
Max lowered his right hand, letting the ghostly purple flames lick across the cold, broken corpse of Silus. There was no ceremony to it—just purpose.
The moment the flames made contact, they spread with unnatural precision, consuming the body in seconds. Silus’s flesh, bones, blood—all of it—crumbled to cinders, leaving behind only a wisp of fading ash.