When Lin Chang’sheng arrived outside the Blood Evil Hall, an intense battle was raging inside.
With violent crashes echoing, the entire great hall trembled as countless stones fell from above, as if it could collapse at any moment.
"C-city Lord, Old Wu will go on ahead—"
Blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, Old Wu looked at Mou Yuntao, speaking as his hand fell powerless to the ground, his breath fading away.
Seeing Old Wu perish, Mou Yuntao was furious, bloodshot veins surging in his eyes.
"Old Wu—"
Mou Yuntao roared in rage, but no matter how he called, he could not wake Old Wu.
"I really didn’t expect Tang Zhongming to be this powerful?"
With one glance, Lin Chang’sheng recognized the man gripping the longsword atop the altar—it was Tang Zhongming, who had pursued him for the kill.
This man’s strength was indeed formidable, even with Mou Yuntao wielding the Lower Grade Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure and teaming up with another Middle Stage of Tribulation Crossing cultivator.
The two of them gained little advantage against Tang Zhongming.
And now Old Wu had been struck dead by Tang Zhongming—one could only imagine how overwhelming his power was.
Watching Old Wu’s death, Mou Yuntao’s fury ignited, his attacks growing ever fiercer.
Their blows left Tang Zhongming struggling to keep up.
"Die!"
With a furious shout, Mou Yuntao unleashed the dazzling Nine-Star Divine Halberd, swinging it with tremendous force—a mighty lance aura that seemed to tear space itself, its dominance unmatched.
You could see he was using every ounce of his power.
"Myriad Feet Sword Aura!"
Seeing his opponent explode forth with such a savage strike, Tang Zhongming dared not underestimate it. Roaring, he channeled his sword, unleashing countless sword lights—the lights merged, forming a giant sword.
Rumble—
The next instant, the two attacks collided with ferocious violence once more.
Under the deafening crash, an explosive wave of primordial power burst forth, nearly shattering the whole Blood Evil Hall.
The ground shook, the great hall swaying precariously as if about to tumble down.
Lu Shan reacted quickly; while Tang Zhongming was fully focused on fighting Mou Yuntao, he darted forward and seized the Demon Blood Godslaying Spear and all of a Loose Immortal’s blood.
He didn’t even spare the corpse of the Blood Evil Loose Immortal—perhaps a treasure was hidden inside.
After pocketing several treasures, Lu Shan immediately fled.
But the other cultivators who had followed Lu Shan were not so lucky; caught in the crossfire between Mou Yuntao and Tang Zhongming, they were slain by the shockwaves.
"Go!"
Seeing Lu Shan snatch the treasures and escape while Tang Zhongming and Mou Yuntao continued their fierce struggle, Lin Chang’sheng immediately followed.
In the beginning, Mou Yuntao’s only goal was to hold off Tang Zhongming so that Lu Shan could steal the treasures and retreat.
Yet now Old Wu had perished, and Mou Yuntao was consumed with bloodlust.
Old Wu had been fiercely loyal to Mou Yuntao all these years.
He had to make Tang Zhongming pay the price.
"Lin Chang’sheng?"
Suddenly, Tang Zhongming noticed Lin Chang’sheng’s presence, and immediately withdrew in a burst.
He wanted at once to pursue and kill Lin Chang’sheng.
Rumble—
But after just two steps forward, Mou Yuntao’s attack slammed down just ahead of Tang Zhongming.
If he didn’t stop, that strike would have hit him head-on—he could only watch helplessly as Lin Chang’sheng escaped right before his eyes.
"You’ve already stolen the treasures, yet you still won’t leave? My target is Lin Chang’sheng, not you!"
Tang Zhongming reminded him.
He hadn’t entered this place to fight Mou Yuntao to the death, only to slay Lin Chang’sheng.
Wasting too much primordial power fighting Mou Yuntao would not be worth it.
"True, at first it was all about the treasures—but now, I want your life!"
Mou Yuntao had no intention of backing down; today, it would be either Tang Zhongming’s death or his own.
"Fine, then I’ll fight you to the bloody end!"
Tang Zhongming knew that unless he killed Mou Yuntao, he’d never leave this place alive.
Better take him down first.
Rumble—
As the duel raged, the entire Blood Evil Hall began to collapse piece by piece, until at last the whole mountain range crumbled into ruins.
Far away, Lin Chang’sheng followed Lu Shan’s flight, covering eighty thousand miles in a flash.
Once Lu Shan felt they’d gotten far enough, he took out the two treasures to examine them.
"Excellent, excellent! Lower Grade Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure, and Blood Essence—now with these two treasures, breaking through to Late Stage of Tribulation Crossing won’t be a problem, hahaha—"
Gazing at the treasures in his hands, Lu Shan was overjoyed; he didn’t even notice Lin Chang’sheng and the others tailing him.
"What’s the point of breaking through Late Stage? Let me out, and I’ll help you ascend to immortality!"
At the height of Lu Shan’s joy, a voice sounded in his mind.
"Who? Who’s speaking?"
Startled, Lu Shan looked all around, but found no one.
"I am right before you, fated one!"
The Heart Demon’s voice echoed once more.
Lu Shan quickly realized that a Divine Soul was sealed within the Demon Blood Godslaying Spear.
"You can help me become immortal?"
Lu Shan asked in rapt excitement.
If this was true, he’d struck gold.
"Of course. Achieving immortality is effortless for me. Whatever you desire, I can grant you—just free me!"
The Heart Demon coaxed on.
"Alright, alright! As long as you can help me ascend to immortality, I’ll let you out right now!"
Blinded by desire, Lu Shan prepared to release the Heart Demon.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
But just then, several Thunderbolt Arrows sliced through the air to strike from behind Lu Shan.
"Bold move!"
Sensing the murderous intent, Lu Shan spun and unleashed a palm strike without hesitation.
In his mind, other than Mou Yuntao and Tang Zhongming, no one in this secret realm was his match.
Did someone really dare challenge him for the treasures?
Rumble—
Next moment, the Thunderbolt Arrows slammed into Lu Shan’s palm seal. But the power of these arrows far exceeded his expectations.