Chapter 375: Chapter 375: Bloodline of the Ancient Giant Chapter 375: Chapter 375: Bloodline of the Ancient Giant He stood close to three meters tall.
When an average person faced him, they wouldn’t even reach his stomach.
Despite his towering figure, not a shred of excess fat could be found on him.
His bare upper body was all hardened, rock-like muscles that bulged outward.
Thumb-thick veins coiled around his body like tree roots, tightly and violently wrapped along his surface.
His rugged, chiseled face, combined with his tiger-like eyes that resembled bronze bells, emanated a chilling, penetrating glare!
His long, pitch-black hair hung loosely and unkempt.
It gave off an utterly untamed aura.
The disciples in the room couldn’t help but swallow nervously.
Even Wang Yunge, one of the Supreme Sect’s top-tier disciples, felt an overwhelming suffocation.
Fear flickered across his face as he proactively greeted, “Senior Brother Xue, it’s been a while!”
The man before him was the second-ranked disciple of the Giant Sect.
A terrifying monster whose physical strength had reached the Second Level of Core Formation.
Among their peers across the Nine-Sect Land,
only Xia Chaoge and the Giant Sect’s Chief Disciple dared to challenge him.
Xue Wanchong did not even glance at Wang Yunge, as if he was beneath his notice. Instead, he cupped his hands slightly toward Lu Xiunian:
“Xue Wanchong of the Giant Sect greets Elder Lu!”
His voice was like muffled thunder, amplified severalfold in the confines of the narrow room.
The resonating sound shook everyone’s eardrums until they buzzed painfully.
Lu Xiunian’s eyes flashed with astonishment:
“Rumor has it that you carry the bloodline of the Ancient Giants!”
“I always thought it was mere hearsay, but it turns out to be true.”
The physiques cultivated by disciples of the Giant Sect were naturally imposing.
But no matter how imposing, they could never develop such an inhuman form.
It could only be attributed to the bloodline.
Jiang Fan raised an eyebrow slightly: “Ancient Giants?”
Were such beings real?
Seated beside him, Chuanchuan opened her eyes and glanced at Xue Wanchong.
She remarked casually, “During ancient times, a fearsome race did indeed exist.”
“They stood ten meters tall, their physiques robust and brutal, but they lacked Spiritual Wisdom.”
Jiang Fan’s eyes lit up with intrigue, “So, they were akin to Demon Beasts?”
Chuanchuan let out a scoff, “Demon Beasts?”
“Even the Demon Emperor was nothing more than their snack!”
Jiang Fan gasped in shock.
The Demon Emperor was their food? That horrifying?
Chuanchuan continued, “They devoured everything under the sun, swarming across the land like locusts, consuming whatever they saw.”
“Countless Human Clan powerhouses were eaten alive, including many from the Divinity Transformation Realm.”
*Jiang Fan shuddered in terror.*
*Even beings of that caliber were reduced to food?* He whispered anxiously, “And what happened afterward?”
If such creatures still existed, it was a thought too unnerving to contemplate.
Chuanchuan replied, “Eventually, all the clans united, rising together to resist the Ancient Giants.”
“After a sixty-year war, they finally wiped out every last giant.”
“This battle was known as the ‘Sixty-Year Demon Purge.'”
“In this war, the casualties from other clans remain undocumented, but all Human Clan saints perished, our wise ancestors fell, and humanity teetered on the brink of extinction.”
“Humanity’s flourishing civilization was shattered and has never returned to its former glory.”
*Jiang Fan’s breathing grew shallow.*
*The catastrophes faced by ancient humanity were far more devastating than he’d imagined.*
Thankfully, the Ancient Giants had been obliterated.
If they still roamed the earth, living alongside them would be unthinkably terrifying.
“But then what’s going on with Xue Wanchong?” Jiang Fan asked, bewildered.
Chuanchuan’s face twisted into a hint of disdain: “Some members of the Human Clan—cowards—actively consumed the blood of the Ancient Giants, transforming themselves into Half-Giants.”
“By doing so, they were recognized as kin by the Ancient Giants and spared from being eaten.”
“After the war was won, a handful of Human Clan leaders showed mercy and allowed them to live.”
“Through generations of reproduction, their descendants’ Ancient Giant bloodlines grew increasingly diluted.”
“By Xue Wanchong’s generation, it remains but a faint trace, leaving him mostly indistinguishable from normal humans.”
*Jiang Fan’s brow furrowed deeply.*
*He felt anger bubbling inside him. “Mercy?”*
“So the Human Clan leader wanted to express his magnanimity? But what of the countless Human Clan comrades who died tragically—who will show mercy to them?”
Chuanchuan glanced at Jiang Fan in surprise.
Such sentiments weren’t commonly expressed. Out of respect for their ancestors or fear of the Half-Giant faction, modern Martial Artists rarely dared to speak out against the matter.
Her reaction made her an anomaly among her peers.
Jiang Fan’s stance filled her with a peculiar sense of kinship.
“Well said!” Chuanchuan slapped her knee and exclaimed, “If it were up to me, I’d have eradicated every Half-Giant long ago!”
“In the face of extinction, betraying humanity—what use are such traitors?”
“That so-called Human Clan leader appeared merciful, but honestly, his intentions reeked of selfishness!”
Jiang Fan eyed Chuanchuan’s outraged expression with curiosity:
“Sometimes I truly wonder, you don’t seem like a mere child.”
“You know so much ancient history and speak with such an epic worldview.”
Chuanchuan rolled her eyes at him, stretching her little face long.
“Just because you’re ignorant doesn’t mean others have to be!”
Being schooled by a little girl left Jiang Fan equal parts amused and exasperated.
“What sneaky things are you two muttering about?”
Out of nowhere, Xue Wanchong shot them a cold glare, his voice thundering in reprimand.
Due to his Ancient Giant bloodline, his hearing far surpassed that of the Human Clan.
So even though Jiang Fan and Chuanchuan were whispering close together,
he managed to overhear them.
Jiang Fan’s smile faded as he replied nonchalantly, “We weren’t talking about you.”
Jiang Fan bore no real animosity toward Xue Wanchong.
Although the Half-Giant lineage was contemptible, Xue Wanchong wasn’t responsible for the circumstances of his birth.
However, Xue Wanchong’s upcoming words would make it impossible for Jiang Fan to feel neutral toward him.
“You weren’t talking about me, but you spoke ill of my ancestors!”
Glaring down from above, Xue Wanchong let out a cold snort. “My ancestors’ honor is not for you to disgrace!”
“Kneel and bow your head in apology for disrespecting my ancestors!”
Jiang Fan shook his head, his expression composed:
“Your ancestors’ ‘honor,’ you mean their betrayal of humanity?”
“As a descendant, you find no shame in it but instead wear it as a badge of pride?”
*His disdain for the Human Clan leader grew even stronger.*
If Xue Wanchong’s sentiments were isolated, it would be one thing.
But if the entire Half-Giant lineage shared this mentality, the implications would be horrifying.
“How dare you insult my ancestors as traitors!”
This struck a nerve with Xue Wanchong.
His nostrils flared, and without hesitation, he swung a massive palm at Jiang Fan.
His arm was twice the size of a normal human’s, with an incredible reach.
Although there seemed to be a gap between them, his palm effortlessly bridged the distance.
The force of his strike was terrifying.
The crowd heard only the sharp sound of air being displaced as his enormous hand approached Jiang Fan at lightning speed.
Wang Yunge secretly rejoiced.
“Comeuppance at last—did you really think Xue Wanchong is the sort of person who reasons with people like me?”
“Enjoy your lesson, Jiang Fan!”
Xie Liushu’s heart leaped: “This time, Jiang Fan is bound to take a hit!”
This wasn’t like the Red-Scaled Evil Flood Dragon, whose power diminished on dry land.
Standing in front of Jiang Fan now was a genuine Second Level Core Formation expert—and a body refiner, no less.
The weight behind this slap was definitely something Jiang Fan couldn’t hope to withstand.
Lu Xiunian’s heart skipped a beat.
Was he really bold enough to assault Jiang Fan in the presence of the Green Cloud Sect’s Supreme Elder?
Lu Xiunian intended to intervene but was caught off guard when Chuanchuan made no move to stop it.
Was she not concerned about Jiang Fan’s safety?
A muffled clap split the air.
The crowd thought Jiang Fan had taken the slap.
But who would’ve expected—
It was Xue Wanchong’s massive palm, which had been lightly intercepted by a crystal-clear, jade-like hand.
The hand’s owner was none other than Jiang Fan!