"Give this to me, and I might consider letting you leave."
Sovereign Blood stared at the treasure in Mo Tianxiao’s hand, a glint of greed in his eyes.
"Really? How about you let us out first, and then I'll hand this over to you?"
Under Old Man Yun’s command, tens of thousands of restless spirits momentarily managed to trap two Saint King realm cultivators.
Of course, this was closely tied to the increasing number and quality of spirits within the Human Emperor Banner.
The addition of three new Saint King peak spirits greatly enhanced the banner’s power. Though it couldn't eliminate the two Saint King cultivators, stalling them was simple.
As long as the Human Emperor Banner remained intact, these spirits were indestructible.
Watching the trapped avatars, Sovereign Blood revealed a cold smile beneath his mask. "Impressive treasure. If it had no limit on controlling spirits, you could refine an entire city into a weapon of mass destruction."
"Unfortunately, such an absurd treasure can’t exist. This must be a Ten Thousand Soul Banner forged by a dark cultivator, right? I’ve seen one more powerful than this—a Hundred Thousand Soul Banner. But its quality is far inferior to your treasure."
"Don’t lump me with those dark cultivators. This isn’t a Ten Thousand Soul Banner. My banner only collects the wicked. Care to step inside and experience it yourself, Sovereign Blood?"
Mo Tianxiao kept the Human Emperor Banner active while teasing the sovereign.
His banner had no limits. If he wanted, he could forge not just a Ten Thousand Soul Banner but even a Billion Soul Banner.
"Clever girl. If I were only in soul form, I might have fallen into your trap. But there are no ifs. All of you will become my puppets—whether it’s the banner in your hand or the imperial seal in Zhou Muxi’s possession, I’ll take everything."
With that, Sovereign Blood gripped the blue-glowing dagger and hurled it. The dagger shot through space like a released arrow, striking the golden dragon barrier.
"Boom!!"
Crack!—!
A terrifying energy slammed into the golden dragon, causing violent tremors. The thread of killing law relentlessly attacked the barrier, splintering the sturdy shield with white cracks.
Those sustaining the holy treasure, including Zhou Muxi, suffered backlash, spitting blood as their faces grew paler, yet they held firm.
Sovereign Blood, no longer toying with them, unleashed the law-imbued dagger against the golden dragon barrier. In moments, the shield was riddled with holes, and Zhou Muxi and the others could barely maintain the treasure.
Meanwhile, Chen Fanzhu and Lu Ye displayed the might of Saint Kings. They deployed various artifacts, battling the spirits within the Soul Refining Formation without backing down.
"This isn't looking good. I wonder when Zhou Muxi’s father will find this place,"
Mo Tianxiao muttered, glancing at the crumbling barrier. Ultimately, it came down to his own weakness.
"Crash!"
Bam!
Just as his thoughts wandered, the golden dragon shield shattered into pieces with a deafening sound. Zhou Muxi and the others were knocked back, coughing up blood. The once dazzling fortune holy treasure turned into an ordinary imperial seal, returning to Zhou Muxi’s hands.
Seeing this, Mo Tianxiao frowned, quickly withdrawing the Human Emperor Banner, pulling Huang Xiaoyao and Yun Sangyi back as they regrouped with Zhou Muxi.
Without the Soul Refining Formation’s interference, Chen Fanzhu and Lu Ye returned to Sovereign Blood’s side, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the other four avatars.
Six Saint King cultivators, plus a Quasi-Emperor powerhouse.
"Any other tricks? If you have more treasures, bring them out quickly. Perhaps I’ll be in a generous mood and let you amuse me, wasting some of your own time."
Sovereign Blood’s gaze was cold as he looked down at the group, seemingly unconcerned about anyone finding them.
At his words, they exchanged glances. Huang Xiaoyao clenched her fists, gripping a dark feather as she stared warily at Sovereign Blood.
"Even if you stall for another year, a decade, no one will come to save you."
Sovereign Blood seemed to have full control, kindly explaining, "Without the unique secret arts of the Blood God Palace, you can’t enter this special domain."
"Even if someone stumbled upon this space, they couldn’t rescue you. Spiritual energy here is nearly nonexistent, and even divine sense is unusable—even for a Quasi-Emperor.
My Blood God Palace has taken root in this vast black desert for years, familiar with every corner. Do you think anyone can snatch you from my hands here?"
His tone was light. "Don’t waste your efforts. If there’s nothing entertaining, let’s end this now."
"Sovereign Blood, is there no room for negotiation? We all have people backing us. Turning all of us into puppets at once is bound to offend our elders.
Making so many enemies for no reason is hardly beneficial. Think about it. Zhou Muxi has not only the Great Zhou Dynasty’s Quasi-Emperor supporting her but also the former leader of the Righteous Spirit Sect, another Quasi-Emperor.
My friends here also know a few Quasi-Emperor predecessors. If so many Quasi-Emperors come seeking trouble, even someone as invincible as you might struggle a bit, right?"
Mo Tianxiao pressed down on Huang Xiaoyao’s hand, stopping her from using their final trump card, opting instead for the safest approach—negotiation by words.
Useless as it might be, it bought time. Maybe Zhou Muxi’s father would still find them.
Sovereign Blood glanced at Mo Tianxiao, his gaze contemptuous. "To dare threaten me even now, how bold. The Great Zhou King, Yue Tianxing of the Righteous Spirit Sect—those two don’t intimidate me yet."
"Go ahead, tell me which other Quasi-Emperors you know. Let’s see if any of them can threaten me."
Sovereign Blood looked at them with interest, curious about who exactly they were claiming as elders.
"Old Ghost of Chaotic Star Sea, heard of him? That’s my uncle! Damn it, uncle! If you dare touch me, my uncle will definitely come for you!"
Ao Dalong stepped forward, threatening him , first flaunting the identity of Chaotic Star Sea’s leader to bluff the enemy.
Hearing Ao Dalong’s words, Sovereign Blood fell into thought. "Your true form is a flood dragon. It makes sense that he’d be your elder."
Zhou Muxi and the others were surprised. So this Sky Realm flood dragon had such backing—no wonder he was fearless.
"My father is Feng Chenfeng, the chieftain of the Ten Thousand Mountains Demon Clan. If you dare harm me, prepare to make enemies of the entire Ten Thousand Mountains!"
Huang Xiaoyao’s eyes blazed. Her Nine Heavens Divine Phoenix bloodline surged, as her jet-black hair turned crimson like burning flames. The full presence of the Ten Thousand Mountains’ little princess was laid bare.
"Hahaha... No wonder no fear showed on your faces. You’ve surprised me. Ten Thousand Mountains, Chaotic Star Sea... Zhou Muxi, I never imagined you’d recruit allies with such deep backgrounds."
Zhou Muxi’s pale face bore a confused expression. She herself hadn’t known.
Although I guessed these guys were from the Ten Thousand Mountains, I never imagined they'd have such impressive backgrounds—even the little princess of the Ten Thousand Mountains has shown up.
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ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
