Ye Han's words sharply provoked the man; as a mid-level deity, he had never before been subjected to such disdainful remarks. Anger surged within him instantly.
Suddenly, the man's previously closed eyes snapped open, his eyes shining with a fierce light, piercing towards Ye Han. At the moment their eyes met, Ye Han's soul shook violently, nearly dissipating. "The power of a deity is indeed great; just by looking at him, my soul almost shattered."
With a crisp "crack," a sound came from within Ye Han's body, alarming him. Upon inspection, what he found made him incredulous.
A crack had appeared in his Sida, caused by the spiritual power contained in that single glance from the man.
"Good, very good," Ye Han said coldly.
With the crack in his Sida, Ye Han couldn't delay. Ignoring everyone else, he stepped back into the blood pool and sat down to run the Fan Si Decision, using the energy-rich blood in the pool to start repairing his Sida.
The Sida is the source of a zombie's power and cannot be damaged in the slightest. The blood from the pool began to swirl around Ye Han, refining into pure blood energy, flowing towards the Sida.
Seeing Ye Han's actions, the man became even more furious. To him, Ye Han was simply flaunting his defiance of his authority. It was unforgivable. Yet the blood mist before him prevented the man from advancing, a source of immense frustration.
The others weren't angered by Ye Han's actions. Their respect for the man was based solely on the gap in strength. Ye Han's contempt and mockery of the man did not upset them.
However, Ye Han's refusal to pull out the sword did make them anxious. Being trapped here for countless years could drive one mad, and they could do nothing as they watched Ye Han enveloped by the blood, helpless to act.
As the blood energy continued to nourish the cracked Sida, it absorbed rapidly, but after a moment, there was no sign of improvement. Ye Han grew anxious. The space would be quiescent the next day, and if he missed it, he would have to wait another thousand years. By then, everything would be over.
He had declared he would annihilate the Kleres family, return to the Helian family that had kicked him out, seek revenge on the Patkelly family that forced him to wander, and all those who had insulted him. In a thousand years, how many of them would still be alive? Where would he find his dignity?
The absorption of the blood evil from the soul space had completely changed Ye Han's thinking. All those who trampled on his dignity would receive a bloody retribution.
Ye Han moved his soul. His immense spiritual power released instantly, and the Fan Si Decision operated at its fastest, frantically plundering the blood in the pool.
The calm blood pool, under the pull of Ye Han's mighty spiritual power, broke through the auras of the outsiders and began to boil again. Billowing blood mist rose and filled the fifty-yard radius.
With the frenzied absorption of a massive amount of blood energy, the surface cracks on the Sida finally began to heal. However, the internal cracks were not something that could be repaired in a short time.
With a soft sigh in the blood pool, Ye Han knew his strength had dropped more than just a layer or two.
Ye Han stood up from the blood pool, glancing at Kostis and his companions. "You really have the patience," he said in an unhurried tone.
"Ye Han brother, are you healed?" Xiaoya asked urgently as she saw Ye Han stand up. They all knew Ye Han had been seriously injured a moment ago, and naturally, Xiaoya knew too. Although she hadn't practiced any fighting spirit or magic, she had been with Kostis, a lower deity, for over a decade. She was aware of some simple basics.
"It's okay, it's all healed," Ye Han replied gently.
Even Ye Han didn't know why he was so gentle with Xiaoya, whom he had only known for a little over a month. Perhaps it was a kind of sympathy for her plight.
For over a decade in this world, he faced nothing but ridicule and contempt from others. Xiaoya, alone for over a decade, had also lived a solitary life. Moreover, Xiaoya's care for him during the month they spent together softened Ye Han's attitude towards her.
Seeing the sky outside the blood mist gradually darken, Ye Han remarked, "It seems a lot of time has been used up in healing."
"Xiaoye, pull the sword from the blood pool and give it to Lord Eshura, or there won't be enough time," Kostis urged. After waiting for tens of thousands of years, they finally had someone who could survive in the blood mist, and
the desire for freedom excited everyone.
"Why should I give it to him? Would I still be alive after that?" Ye Han's voice returned to its usual coldness.
"This..." Kostis looked at the man named Eshura in the middle, seeming to question but also afraid to speak out. This is the disparity of strength; those with lower power can't even muster the courage to speak in front of those with greater strength.
Ye Han shook his head slightly. "You only need to pull the sword out and give it to me, and I won't kill you," Eshura said arrogantly. When speaking, he didn't even glance at Ye Han once, implying that Ye Han wasn't even worth his attention.
"Can I trust that? Being the most powerful here, who would dare to rebuke you for killing me afterward?" Ye Han said contemptuously.
"You think I, as a mid-level deity, would go back on my word?" Eshura said angrily. But considering that Ye Han was the only one who could survive in the blood mist, he had to endure.
"Mid-level deity? Haha, don't try to fool me with that. It makes me feel you're insincere," Ye Han laughed loudly.
"Boy, you're challenging my bottom line," Eshura shouted furiously.
"Playing with fire? Haha, I don't think so. In life, one comes from the wind and goes through fire. Once on the path of cultivation, one is rolling on the edge of a knife, isn't that so?"
"Make your decision quickly. I'm not in a hurry. I've just come here; I have plenty of time," Ye Han said, then closed his eyes and began cultivating, ignoring everyone else.
Ye Han spoke lightly, but he was sweating inside. To disdain deities while not even reaching the saint level, was it commendable courage or foolishness to the extreme?
The arrogance of a zombie doesn't allow Ye Han to bow to any creature; even in death, he would stand tall, never kneel to live.