Chapter 276: Just Kill Them

“Kill! Kill them all—including Twin Lotus Sect!”

“Despicable! Shameless!”

Curses filled the air from every direction, though the voices were already losing strength. The fury of the trapped cultivators was turning into nothing more than impotent rage, their energy steadily drained by the ongoing blood sacrifice.

At the heart of Soul-Crushing Slope, the blood-colored banner swirled with a sinister aura. The sacrificial formation had been fully activated, and the blood energy of countless victims was being funneled toward that banner.

“It’s working… it’s actually working!” The Peach Blossom Enchantress’s expression lit up with delight as she watched the scene unfold.

Elder Qian Kuan also gazed at the banner, excitement gleaming in his eyes.

If they could fully claim this formation, their Holy Sect would finally have the means to rival Tianqing Holy Land.

Meanwhile, screams, curses, and cries for mercy filled the background—but none of it seemed to reach the pair’s ears. They were entirely focused on the artifact before them.

Chen Fei silently observed all of this from within his protective Xutian Cauldron.

“Senior Sister Leng Yue, the ritual seems to be reaching its critical point. Should we make a move now?” Chen Fei asked tentatively.

“Yes, act now! If the sacrifice completes, we’ll never get out alive!” Leng Yue’s voice was icy.

“Junior Brother Chen, go out first. That witch will be surprised to see you. When the time comes, summon me, and we’ll catch her off guard!”

Leng Yue hated the Peach Blossom Enchantress to the core.

She still remembered the shameful positions she had been forced into under the influence of the Enchantress’s aphrodisiac poison. That humiliation had now transformed into murderous intent.

Today, the Enchantress must die.

“Alright. Let’s do it your way.” Chen Fei nodded, not hesitating.

There were over a thousand demonic cultivators gathered here, and all were at least Qi Refinement experts—with many at a higher stage.

Even with the ritual nearing completion, draining so many cultivators wasn’t easy. That left a window of opportunity for a desperate counterattack.

“Peach Blossom Enchantress! What are you trying to do? We deserve an explanation!”

A cultivator who had partially broken free of the ritual’s grip shouted furiously at her.

The Enchantress responded with a soft laugh. She lifted a hand and lightly pointed at him.

Instantly, his blood energy surged out uncontrollably and was absorbed by the blood pearl hovering in front of her.

Those who had just moments ago been cursing her collectively sucked in a sharp breath.

Qian Kuan looked around and frowned slightly.

“Saintess, they won’t last much longer.”

“That’s fine.”

Her gaze shifted to the righteous cultivators held captive.

“We can use them too.”

Chen Fei, protected by the Xutian Cauldron, felt completely unaffected by the ritual.

But when he glanced around, his eyes caught a few familiar faces.

“These guys again? What rotten luck.”

They were the same people Wang Feng had tried so hard to protect last time…

Yet here they were, captured once more.

Chen Fei couldn’t help but shake his head as he turned his eyes toward the black-red banner at the center of the slope—the heart of the Blood Fiend Array.

The area was now thick with grievous spirits, making the name “Soul-Crushing Slope” disturbingly accurate.

Suddenly, the Peach Blossom Enchantress noticed him. A soft smile curled her lips.

“I knew you’d be here,” her voice rang clearly in his ears.

Unlike Liu Shan, the Enchantress had never doubted that Chen Fei survived—and now she was proven right.

Chen Fei smirked.

“I didn’t expect someone like you to sneak into a Mystic Realm meant only for Qi Realm cultivators.”

“There are many things you don’t know, little brother.”

Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

“So… Liu Shan was killed by you?”

Chen Fei nodded slightly, tacitly confirming it.

Immediately, his internal guard rose—he was bracing for her to strike.

But the Enchantress only laughed. Seeing the tension in his body, she smiled even more.

“Liu Shan had already been devoured by the Demon Armor. Losing his sanity was inevitable. You actually saved me the trouble by getting rid of that pest.”

She narrowed her eyes playfully.

“So, little brother… Want a reward from your big sister?”

Her gaze became seductive and provocative.

There was no denying that the Peach Blossom Enchantress was dangerously alluring.

But Chen Fei wasn’t about to fall for her tricks again.

The first time, she had caught him off guard.

If she thought she could seduce him again, she was sadly mistaken.

Especially since… he had prepared a little surprise just for her.

But it wasn’t time to unleash it yet.

He turned toward the Blood Fiend Banner at the slope’s center. That, without a doubt, was the core of the array.

“You want it too, don’t you?”

The Enchantress had been watching his gaze and finally spoke up.

“I do. Why not hand it over to your dear little brother?” Chen Fei joked with a smile.

Her expression darkened slightly, and she gave a coy sigh.

“You’re such a tease! How about this—stay out of my way, and I’ll let you go?”

“Sorry,” Chen Fei shrugged.

“I have a destiny to fulfill. We’ll settle this by strength.”

“Hmph. So heartless to your elder sister. That really hurts my feelings.”

Before Chen Fei could reply, an icy voice interrupted from within his mind.

“There’s nothing to talk about with this fox! Let me out!”

Leng Yue’s cold, sharp voice cut through.

Despite knowing Chen Fei wouldn’t betray her, she couldn’t help but feel bitter seeing him banter with the Enchantress.

Sensing her anger, Chen Fei had no choice but to summon her from the Ziqing Palace.

“I was going to let you enjoy your moment, but looks like that’s not happening,” he said with a sigh.

When the Enchantress saw Leng Yue, she froze.

“You… you actually came in too?”

Her face twisted in disbelief.

Leng Yue didn’t waste a single word.

“Demon! It’s time to settle our score!”

Her eyes burned with righteous fury.

The Peach Blossom Enchantress’s smile faded, and a flicker of anxiety flashed through her gaze.

This wasn’t part of her plan.

“Elder Qian,” she said seriously without taking her eyes off Leng Yue,

“I leave the rest to you.”

Qian Kuan understood her perfectly.

“Yes, Saintess.”

Then he turned toward Chen Fei with narrowed eyes.

“I always knew there was something off about you. And now it’s clear…

Are you ready to die?”