“Ahhh! No! Don’t kill me! I no longer want the treasures. I give up! Don’t sacrifice me!” “No! You can’t do this! I’m a genius of the Lin Clan. Our Lin Clan is an Immortal King clan, with an Immortal King at its helm. You dare use me as a sacrifice?!” “You’re courting death! You’re digging your own grave! I’m a disciple of the Immortal Aspirant Tower! Senior Brother Minghua, save me!” “It must succeed! It must succeed!” Slaughter erupted in an instant. Here, no one cared about anyone’s status. Even if you were the pride of an Immortal King or Emperor clan, or a disciple of the ten great immortal holy lands, you met the same end. Only strength mattered: the weak were sacrifices. Over a thousand people died tragically on the spot in just moments. Most of them couldn’t even react to the situation before they were killed by the people next to them. Some members of the Apex Mystic Sect even attacked Chen Fan. The relationship between the Apex Mystic Sect and the Featherlight Sect was similar to the Arcane Layer School and the Scarlet Lightning Palace: sworn enemies. When their disciples crossed paths, it was kill on sight. Murong Ting was the first to attack Chen Fan; his status was even higher than Gu Xun’s. The Murong Clan was an Immortal Emperor clan in the Imperial Supremacy Heavenly Domain, with an Immortal Emperor realm behemoth in the clan. Their overall strength was on a similar level compared to the Arcane Layer School or the Scarlet Lightning Palace. Murong Ting was in the peak Greater Legendary realm. When chaos erupted, he attacked Chen Fan nearly simultaneously, striking as fast as lightning with a palm. The palm seal turned into a huge heavenly monument, with laws flickering on it, emitting an incomparably terrifying aura. Immortal art, Heavenly Monument Palm! The Heavenly Monument Palm Seal pressed over, causing space to tremble and the air to explode. Haa! Chen Fan shouted. A fierce look flashed in his eyes. He wasn’t some inexperienced rookie. He had clawed his way up from weakness, surviving countless battles and never once letting his guard down. The instant chaos began, he responded with precision, launching a counterattack. Pine Crane Longevity Fist. Their blows collided midair like a meteor slamming into the earth. Qi kept sweeping out fiercely, but neither side yielded. Suddenly, a chill ran down Chen Fan’s spine. His instincts screamed, and he bolted sideways without a second thought. An attack struck where he had just been, collapsing the space itself. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel(ꜰ)ire.net Although Chen Fan reacted in time, he was still caught by the aftermath. He let out a low groan as his organs were shaken, blood seeping out of the corner of his mouth. Fury surged through him. Zhao Jun had sneak-attacked him. He had struck while Chen Fan was blocking Murong Ting, intent on killing him outright. “Little bastard, you’re pretty alert.” Failing to kill Chen Fan, Zhao Jun’s expression turned ice-cold. Such a perfect moment, yet Chen Fan slipped away. Infuriating. “Zhao Jun, you ambushed me while I was trading blows with someone from the Apex Mystic Sect. Do you realize what that means? You’re colluding with outsiders to harm your fellow disciple! Have you thought about what will happen to you if the sect finds out about this?” “Hahahaha, little bastard, don’t try to scare me with this. Do you think you can return alive?” Zhao Jun said without concern. His gaze towards Chen Fan was full of icy killing intent. Murong Ting said to Zhao Jun, “Zhao Jun, you want to kill him. So do I. Why not join forces?” Although the Apex Mystic Sect and the Featherlight Sect were archenemies, whose disciples clashed on sight, Murong Ting didn’t mind teaming up. He wanted Chen Fan’s life. He also wanted Zhao Jun’s. Zhao Jun curled his lips and said, “Hoho, Murong Ting, don’t think I don’t see through you. You’re just trying to use this chance to get both me and him killed.” He knew that if he sided with Murong Ting and they killed Chen Fan, the witnesses here would doom him if anyone spoke of it, and his fate would be sealed. As thousands died, blood qi surged through the air, thick with violent might, rumbling across the sky. It coiled above, taking shape: figures writhing, some screaming. The sight dyed the heavens crimson. The blood qi halted, only to fall in an instant like crimson rainbows or waterfalls, pouring down. Suddenly, movement stirred deep within the pit. The exposed corner of the palace hall trembled, making the ground quake as if struck by an earthquake. Hideous yet thin cracks began to form on the cold, hard ground, spreading out in all directions. Bursts of immortal light spewed out from the cracks, faintly revealing the palace halls that were buried underground for millions of years. “There’s a reaction! It’s reacting!” “It really needed a round of blood sacrifice to open!” The crowd erupted with excitement. Indeed, a round of blood sacrifice was needed to open a passageway to the remains. Without hesitation, the crowd struck. The vitality of thousands of people wasn’t enough to open the passageway fully, but the reaction confirmed it: more life force was needed. By now, over twenty to thirty thousand people had gathered. Killing more would definitely force open the immortal manor. Those with weaker cultivation were consumed by panic. Large swathes of Lesser Legendary realm and Greater Legendary realm martial artists died tragically. Murong Ting still wanted to deal with Chen Fan, but the latter didn’t give him the chance; he flew off immediately. Chen Fan didn’t fear Murong Ting alone, but with Zhao Jun lurking nearby, things could turn dangerous fast. Zhao Jun didn’t chase after Chen Fan. If he could survive and enter the remains, Zhao Jun decided to get rid of him in passing if they ran into each other again. As the vast amount of vitality was absorbed, the immortal manor’s remains grew increasingly restless. Layers of ripples went off on the seal in the pit, like the seal that shrouded its exterior had loosened. Immediately, someone cried out loud and turned into a stream of light, rushing into the deep pit. “It’s opening. The passageway is opening.” However, a terrifying immortal might descended and turned him into a mist of blood. A figure emitting layers of immortal light appeared, his aura extremely powerful. This was an Immortal Platform realm expert. Someone like him also wanted to enter the remains. The Immortal Platform realm slammed right into the seal of the deep pit. Moments later, he shook violently all over, like he had received a blow from a mass of terrifying energy, and retreated fiercely. The immortal light on him trembled, and he nearly spewed a mouthful of fresh blood. The Immortal Platform realm expert’s face turned ugly, and he let out an indignant roar of fury.