Sixth Ancestor Made a Move

"No worries." 

Qin Yuan took the pill. His originally pale complexion finally reddened somewhat. As he too had refined many Black Blood Stones, his injuries swiftly recovered completely. 

Outwardly, he seemed almost unharmed. Yet only he knew the true extent of the wounds within.

"Good if you are fine." Qin Ziteng finally exhaled in relief. 

He refocused, gazing down at Qin Hao on the ground. His eyes instantly chilled. Clenching his hand, the void swiftly darkened. A green palm covered in markings enveloped the firmament, radiating a saint's might. It pressed down from above, intent on extinguishing Qin Hao.

By this point, Qin Hao's threat had been fully demonstrated. If Qin Hao was allowed to continue growing, Qin Yuan would likely be unable to deal with him in time. He feared that soon even he would have no recourse against Qin Hao!