The sunlight in the setting sun was still bright, but the corners of Qin Huang's mouth were full of bitterness, and there was darkness in front of him.

Like a wild dog, lying softly on the competition stage.

Silently bear the punches and kicks from around you.

Around the Qin boy who once knelt down and licked himself, he was opening the red cloud of merit unique to this world. A small cloud was emitting a light red light, and there was a light curtain in the middle of the cloud.

Record the miserable appearance of Qin Emperor.

"Emperor Qin, I didn't expect you to be today too!"

"Beg for mercy, let us not record it with the red cloud! Please!"

"The former number one genius of the Qin family is now just a waste dragon soul! How does it feel to be driven out of the family?"

"If it were you, I'll find a place to wipe my neck!"

"Otherwise, if you see you hit you once, I'll bah!"

"Let's go! What a happy day today!"

A series of cynicism came.

Puff! A mouthful of saliva spit directly on Qin Emperor's head.

Qin Huang's fist was clenched, his nails were inserted into his palms, and blood flowed, but... he could only accept it helplessly.

This is the prehistoric continent, this is the world of cultivating gods today.

As always, the strong are respected and merit is supreme.

The weak have no right to survive.

Ten thousand years ago, the ancient dragon clan, the unicorn, and the phoenix clan fought endlessly, and the ancient wilderness was known as the great catastrophe of the Dragon and Han Dynasty in history.

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He is willing to be a slave and earn merit for the three ancient tribes.

Generations of human sages have overcome all obstacles and slowly built the top ten human cities in the prehistoric world.

Daqin City is one of them.

The body of warriors in Daqin City contains ancient dragon bloodlines.

As the top family in Daqin City, the Qin family is absolutely not allowed to appear in the family.

The one who determines the potential of a Qin family warrior is the strength of the ancient dragon bloodline in his body. At the age of sixteen, he can participate in the ancient dragon sacrifice to inspire the dragon soul.

The dragon soul is divided into nine grades, and the light emitted is symbolized by the symbol. Gray, white, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple represent the nine levels of Dragon Soul.

The higher the level of the dragon soul that is inspired, the greater the future potential and achievements. What level of dragon soul you reach will mean what level of cultivation and martial arts realm you can reach.

The cultivation of divine martial arts is also divided into nine grades, from the first-grade Yuanwu realm, the Giant Spirit realm, the Venerable realm, the Throne realm, the Emperor's realm, the Emperor's realm, the Saint realm, the Ancient God realm to the Ninth-grade Prehistoric realm.

It is rumored that there is a stronger martial arts realm above the ninth level, but few people know about it.

Emperor Qin broke through the first-class Yuanwu cultivation at the age of thirteen, becoming the number one person in the Qin family, and the number one person in the three major families in the Qin city.

But unexpectedly, a black waste dragon soul was opened, without any glory.

Three years ago, infinite glory was rewarded with extraordinary merits by the family.

Now, everyone despises them, and even deletes the family tree on the spot, drives them out of the family, and implicates their dead father, who is also moved out of the Qin family's dragon tomb.

What is even more embarrassing is to earn merit.

The children of the Qin family even recorded this scene with the red cloud of merit and spread it throughout the Qin City.

It is conceivable that if you become a waste, everyone will be regarded as a joke.

Should I be angry?

When I was in a prosperous spring three years ago, I also used my merits to record my achievements and martial arts training, allowing my family elders to watch, and I received merit rewards.

Should I resent?

Who do you hate?

Do you resent the impermanence of fate and the injustice of heaven?

Emperor Qin lowered his head silently, struggled slowly, endured the pain and stood up toward the lobby of the Qin family's ancestral temple.

"Qin Emperor?

You... why haven't you got out yet?

Something embarrassing!”

Qin Wushi, the head of the Qin family, and Qin Yang's grandfather actually had hundreds of grandchildren, and indifferent human relationships were the norm for aristocratic families.

Push! Qin Emperor knelt down slowly: "Grandpa, no... the head of the family! I, Qin Emperor, never kneel down, and never ask you for anything."

"Now, I just ask you not to move my father's ashes and tokens out of the family dragon tomb."

"In his life, his greatest wish was to fight for his family, and he also died for his family in the past.

Burial into the family dragon tomb is his lifelong wish and glory! He is your son, please!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Qin Emperor began to kowtow.

"You..." Looking at Qin Emperor, Qin Wushi looked ferocious and pointed at Qin Emperor's nose: "What son?

I don’t have that kind of son, I gave birth to a waste!”

"Do you know how many people I invited this ancient dragon sacrifice?

I have invited all the well-known people from the three major families!"

"But where are you! You have lost all your face!"

"Do you know how much merit you have spent in the past three years, one hundred points of merit... one hundred points! The family's total income in three years! I didn't kill you on the spot, it was already a love affair. If you don't give me how far you are, how far you go?"

"ah?"

A roar was like a dragon roar, and Qin Wushi stared at Qin Emperor tightly.

"Please... I will remember your great kindness and virtue in my heart for the rest of my life..." Bang!"

"Little Bastard, it's really upsetting!"

Puff! Qin Wushi snorted coldly, and the terrifying cultivation of the third-grade venerable directly knocked Qin Huang away.

Turning around, he closed the ancestral temple directly! Crack! A thunder and heavy rain began to fall! Qin Emperor struggled to get up, still kowtowing hard.

"Old man, Qin Yang's ashes have been taken out of the Dragon Tomb."

A middle-aged man, laughing, walked over, came to the gate of the ancestral temple and said.

Qin Emperor's uncle, Qin Beiluo.

Hum! Bang! "Very good!"

Qin Wushi walked out directly, his face gloomy as water, and suddenly snatched the ashes in Qin Beiluo's hand.

It hit the ground in front of Qin Emperor.

The porcelain bottle of ashes was directly broken into countless pieces.

The ashes were quickly washed away in the heavy rain.

"No..." "Father!"

Emperor Qin immediately reached out to grab it.

"Hmph! Little bastard, come and beat me up!"

Qin Wushi's voice was like thunder in heaven, and the sound was thunder and shocked.

Suddenly, several warriors came and wanted to drag Qin Emperor away.

"Father..." Emperor Qin hurriedly picked up the ashes on the ground and hugged them tightly in his arms.

Bang! Bang! The sticks on his body were hit, and he was immediately covered with scars.

He vomited blood, but Emperor Qin begged for mercy without any hesitation.

Plop! Not long after, Qin Huang was ruthlessly thrown out of the door like garbage.

Bang! The Qin family's door suddenly closed! "Qin family!"

"What a noble family cannot be humiliated!"

"What a strong man is respected and you must bow your head!"

"A good Qin family cannot produce waste, waste must die!"

Seeing the few ashes held up in his arms, Qin Huang's eyes were red, and he stared at the door plaque of the Qin family coldly, and paused word by word: "Today I don't have the ability, and I can't even keep my father's ashes.

But..." "If there is a sunny day in the future, it will definitely be the time to break through the Qin Gate!"
Chapter completed!