"This is the heir of your Blood Clan ancestors? Pale and delicate, just like a woman! His head isn't even as big as my fist!" a werewolf said.
Some members of the Blood Clan were angry, some were silent, and others were just watching the spectacle.
Bach glanced at Xia Hau, raised his eyebrows with a smile, "Is this the Blood Emperor's heir? Seems he's an Oriental."
"That's right, I'm from Xuanjin." Xia Hau stepped forward, his tall and robust figure filled with explosive power. His eyebrows and eyes, which were usually full of innocent laughter, were now stern, with sharp eyes exuding the oppressive feel that a Blood Emperor should have.
As Bach looked into Xia Hau's eyes, his heart skipped a beat. Those eyes indeed made him feel uneasy, which was not a good sign.
Old Prince Bruch hurriedly offered his chair to Xia Hau and then pulled a chair to sit beside him. Xia Hau, seated between the two Elder Bruchs and Old Prince, didn't seem at all pressured.
