Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Chapter 2107  Clashing Heads

Elena frowned, looking toward her younger brother.

"Say something like that again and I won't forgive you."

The young man blinked, looking at his elder sister as though he had been wronged.

"You'd pick him over me?"

"I wouldn't need to pick anything if you don't say such foolish things. You've never even met him, and you knew before you said that that he's my husband. Is it because everyone has spoiled you so much that you think you can say whatever you want?"

The young man seemed genuinely surprised. This sister of his had always been forgiving and kind to him. This was the first time that he had seen her have such a response.

But after shock, he couldn't help but feel somewhat angry.

Of course he hadn't really thought about things from Elena's perspective. But that was already not something he cared about.

"You—!"

"Enough."

Xalvador's voice cut the conversation off, stifling their voices until there was nothing more than silence. He looked over toward his son and daughter, his expression unreadable.

Neither Elena nor her brother said a word after this. But it was for very different reasons.

Her brother seemed to have stopped talking out of respect for their father.

Elena stopped talking because she had already said everything that needed to be said.

There was a coolness in Elena's pink diamond eyes that sparkled as she seemed to look through her father.

Xalvador gave Elena another look, but ultimately didn't say anything at all. It had been a very long while since this daughter of his had respected him as a daughter should her father. But that hardly mattered.

Soon enough, none of it would matter.

A laughter came from the side, a man dressed in white robes guffawed as though he was watching something interesting.

"Xalvador, you shouldn't be so harsh on the kiddos. Aren't they just having a friendly little sibling rivalry? Why stifle them?"

The man was known as Balthar. Much like Xalvador, he too was in the Lord Realm. But there was something odd about the both of their auras, something that made it feel like they stood above other Lords by a margin that wasn't insignificant.

Balthar's aura, though similar in breadth to Xalvador's, was much different in kind.

The aura of a Divine Hegemon, one of the three supreme Bloodlines of the Martial Gods.

Xalvador gave Balthar a look, but didn't seem intent on replying.

"Hoho, no response? I'm just giving advice. I heard that not long ago someone came looking for your head but you didn't dare to show up," Balthar chuckled.

A dangerous light flashed in Xalvador's eyes, but Balthar continued as though he hadn't noticed at all.

"I hear you tried to make the man's wife one of your concubines, tsk tsk. If I was him, I would also be very angry. You should take this as an opportunity to change your ways, honestly. Treat your family with more care and affection or things like this will just keep happening."

"Have you spoken enough yet?" Xalvador said coldly.

Balthar laughed more heartily at Xalvador's unamused appearance.

"I haven't, thank you for asking. I also learned more interesting things. Do you know that man's last name?"

Xalvador's gaze became more dangerous.

"Tatsuya!"

BADUM.

There was a clap of thunder in the skies and Balthar looked upward, seemingly having both expected this and finding it quite funny at the same time.

"Hohoho. I remember that name quite well. Isn't that your daughter's last name as well? Don't tell me that you tried to steal the woman of your daughter's father-in-law? So messy, such a lack of propriety."

Elena's own gaze became colder, but it was filled with disgust toward her own father and wasn't aimed toward Balthar at all.

Although Balthar was only doing this because he had a particularly deep-seeded rivalry with Xalvador, that didn't change the truth of the matter at all.

SHIIIIIING!

Xalvador's wings suddenly flared out in a majestic, silvery white light. However, to the common man, it sounded as though he had just unsheathed two blades.

"If you would like to die an early death, please continue speaking."

Balthar's own grin became dangerous as well, an illusory crown flickering into existence above his head.

"You dare to fight me, but a little Tatsuya makes you tremble in fear so much."

Xalvador didn't bother to respond.

Fear? He didn't fear Titus in the slightest. He had been busy, and it also wasn't yet time to remove the seals on himself. If not for this, he wouldn't have suffered that loss at the hands of Himari either.

But the time was now ripe already. If Balthar wanted to be the first head he took after unsealing himself, he would gladly oblige.

"Now's not the time."

A soft voice echoed from the side.

A woman… fair and elegant, and so petite one would be hard-pressed to see her as a day over 18 or 19 years old.

However, there was an ancientness to her that was hard to explain, almost as though the flickering image of an aged, wizened woman was constantly being projected into your mind instead of the fair skin of the woman before them.

Solara of the Divine Chains.

The dangerous auras of Balthar and Xalvador slowly edged away, but the clashes of their gazes filled the skies.

After a moment, Xalvador sneered, his arm reaching out as he snatched the waist of a woman.

The moment he did so, Balthar's temper almost exploded from his eyes, but the words of Solara seemed to keep him forcefully rooted in place.

"It's been billions of years and you're still not over it, it seems."

Xalvador kissed the woman's head, breathing in the scent of her hair.

The woman wasn't very beautiful. Well, by mortal standards, she would be enough to topple nations. But by the standard of cultivators, she was very average.

She had a cold, indifferent sort of attitude, one that made her particularly difficult to read. Even after her husband showed her such affection in public, she hardly reacted at all.

This woman wasn't Elena's mother, though their temperaments were very similar. Instead, she was one of Xalvador's three favored wives along with Elena's mother, Aurelia…

She was Leander, an enigma amongst the Martial Gods and a woman who had birthed two of Xalvador's most supremely talented children. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

In the past, Xalvador only had four such children. But then Caelum was born to him and Aurelia, and then Elena seemed to have broken free of her cocoon, displaying the talent he had always known she had.

That now gave him six supremely talented children.

Of all the elites of the Martial Gods, he had given birth to the most powerhouses of the younger generation… and it was precisely because of his seed that Leander had chosen him in the past.

Something that Balthar was still very much enraged about.

However, after a flare-up of fury, Balthar seemed to have remembered something and calmed down into a sneer.

"One of these days, I'll castrate that ballsack you and your gang of whores are so proud of. But before that, I'm going to enjoy the show."

Xalvador's eyes narrowed, not quite understanding what Balthar was referring to, until Balthar turned toward the screen above where Ryu was facing off against his Tribulation.

"This is what you're banking on?" Xalvador said with a sneer.

"You might not fear him or his father," Balthar said with hearty laughter. "But some of your children will. I wonder if you'll get unlucky and lose a few?"

Xalvador's gaze became dangerous once more.

"You think my children will lose to this ant?"

"Don't speak about my husband that way." Elena said coldly.

"SILENCE." Xalvador's booming voice suppressed Elena.

This was the very first time that he had ever snapped at his daughter like this, but he hardly held back in the slightest, his pressure so powerful that she almost fell to her knees.

However, there was a stubbornness in her eyes that still continued to look right through Xalvador.

"The only reason my husband won't take your head is because he wants his father to do it. Don't fool yourself into believing that there's any other reason."

Xalvador's gaze turned malevolent as Balthar's hearty laughter echoed again. If the latter could have brought out popcorn and a chair to enjoy the show, he would have.

The tumultuous atmosphere only grew more feverish. The internal competition of the Martial Gods was quite fierce, but for some reason, their Ancestors didn't seem to care at all.

High above, they continued to sit there as though they hadn't noticed a single thing. Not even Elena's words moved them in the slightest.

They were the truest definition of above worldly affairs.

They didn't care who their descendants married, what their affiliations were, and almost hardly cared where their loyalties lay.

There was only one thing they cared about…

And that was returning to the peak.

As for their definition of peak… it was the very one Ryu had.

Their aged faces sat in silence, their eyes closed as they didn't even bother to watch Ryu's Tribulation.