Just as he was weighing the consequences, something stirred violently within his body. His Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline surged to life without warning. Heat coursed through his veins, concentrating around his right arm.
Max hissed through clenched teeth as a burning sensation flared beneath the skin. In moments, the green turtle-like mark began to smolder—then char—and finally dissolve into nothingness. Max blinked in disbelief.
"It's gone!" he muttered in awe, inspecting his now-clear arm. The Black Tortoise Bloodline's mark had been completely erased—scorched away by the fierce dominance of his own chaotic bloodline.
Blob chuckled in approval, the tension in his voice loosening. "You're good, kid. I underestimated your bloodline. It's more than dominant—it's outright sovereign. To erase a mark from the Xuan Family without external help? That's something even the Four God Nation might fear one day."
