Promotion to Direct Disciple

Before long, the door of the main hall slowly opened.

Zhang Chen took a deep breath and walked into the hall with a hint of nervousness.

On the blood jade throne at the top was the Patriarch of the Blood God Sect.

He appeared to be middle-aged, dressed in a blood-red robe, exuding an indescribable grandeur with dazzling blood radiance that was difficult to look at directly.

This was Zhang Chen's first time meeting the Patriarch. Quickly lowering his head, he did not dare to look directly at him.

To the left and right below were the six elders of the Blood God Sect.

Among them were Elder Blood River, Elder Dried Blood, and Elder Black Blood, whom Zhang Chen had met before.

The other three he had not met before, but had heard of them. They were Elder Blood Flame, Elder Filthy Blood, and Elder Cold Blood.

Under the gaze of the seven, Zhang Chen felt immense pressure, as if he was being crushed by a mountain.