Ren Feifan glanced at the Little Sapling and found it was rapidly withering, its lush green leaves gradually turning yellow.
He knew that if this continued, the Little Sapling would be in great danger.
To the Little Sapling, the Xingcheng Bloodline was an endless plunder. It could indeed intimidate the elder, but the cost was too great.
Without further hesitation, Ren Feifan withdrew the power of his Bloodline.
After all, the desired effect had been achieved.
He took a step forward, a cold smile forming at the corner of his mouth, and said loudly, "Old man, how about my Xingcheng Bloodline? If you're not convinced, I'm willing to compete with you in bloodline anytime."
The elder, feeling the oppressive force of the bloodline disappear around him, let out a long sigh of relief.
But from Ren Feifan's words, he realized that Ren Feifan had acknowledged the existence of the Xingcheng Bloodline.
Indeed, this kid was not a member of the Hidden Gate.
