Chapter 1766
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A low hum rang out without warning.
In the center of the altar, a small three-legged cauldron slowly rose from the ground to a height taller than a person.
Inside the three-legged cauldron, bloody light surged.
Suddenly,
faint blood patterns rippled within the cauldron’s body, strands of which seeped out and dripped onto the altar.
In the blink of an eye, those blood patterns gathered like maggots clinging to bones, forming a towering, burly figure.
As the tall figure gradually solidified, a closer look revealed it was practically a living, breathing replica of Qi Zhenzhong.
Seeing this, Qi Zhenzhong furrowed his brows, his eyes filled with a hint of cold indifference.
The Nine-Colored Radiance Lotus, such a rare treasure appearing here is definitely not right.
However, being at least a peak Star-Picking Realm expert, Qi Zhenzhong wasn’t too concerned.
With a grasp of his hand, a long halberd materialized as he stared at the altar with unfriendly eyes.
And right at this moment,
from the three-legged cauldron, streaks of blood patterns coalesced again, and soon one after another figures materialized at the center of the altar.
There were Qi Zhentian’s, Qi Zhenshan’s, Zhao Tianqing’s, Yu Feiyan’s, and others’.
A full hundred blood-colored figures, though looking somewhat bizarre, matched perfectly with everyone present.
”Stay alert！”
Qi Zhenzhong growled in a cold, stern voice.
Instantly, the blood-colored figures charged without hesitation.
Qi Zhenzhong immediately led the group to engage the numerous blood-colored figures in battle.
”The show begins.”
Hidden in the shadows, Ye Wushuang’s voice carried a hint of cunning.
These blood-colored figures were naturally the handiwork of Sage Zhou Yuan.
Ye Wushuang observed carefully—the blood-colored figures’ strength seemed decent.
But…
while Qi Zhenzhong himself was at the peak of Star-Picking Realm, his blood-colored counterpart only had late-stage Star-Picking Realm strength.
Ye Wushuang whispered, “What’s going on？ Peak versus Perfection？”
Zhou Yuan’s voice responded in Ye Wushuang’s ear, “The qi and blood of the dozen or so people who died earlier were absorbed by me, but it wasn’t enough. Being able to condense a peak-level Star-Snatcher Realm is already pretty good.”
”I knew it, you’re not that reliable！”
Ye Wushuang was left speechless.
Earlier, Zhou Yuan had assured him with full confidence.
Now, sure enough, problems had arisen.
”Let me give you a hand！”
Ye Wushuang now summoned the Bloody Eye.
At this point, since the Qi, Zhao, and Yu families had already been lured here, there was no need to hide anymore.
The Bloody Eye appeared.
Soon, the mist that had spread across the ruined land began gathering toward the passage above the secret chamber.
Before long, the mist in the secret chamber and the corridor grew increasingly dense.
Seeing this sudden development, Qi Zhenzhong’s face darkened as he shouted, “Don’t panic! The mist only obscures our vision—it’ll do the same to these blood figures!”
”Ah…”
However, as soon as Qi Zhenzhong’s voice faded, a scream rang out.
”What happened？”
”Zhao Ying is dead, Clan Leader, Zhao Ying has been killed,” a Zhao family martial artist said loudly.
”Damn it！” Zhao Tianqing cursed： “Everyone, stay alert, these blood fiends are not weak.”
”No！” the Zhao family martial artist continued： “Clan Leader, Zhao Ying wasn’t killed by the blood fiends. The blood fiends are crimson, but the one who killed Zhao Ying was wearing green clothes—a real person！”
As soon as these words were spoken.
Zhao Tianqing stood frozen in place, and before long, he erupted in curses： “Yu Feiyan, you motherf*cker, are you f*cking done yet？”
This outburst left Yu Feiyan completely bewildered.
”Zhao Tianqing, what the hell are you spouting？”
”Me spouting nonsense？”
The surrounding mist thickened, and the blood fiends seemed to have their vision obscured as well, not launching any attacks.
Zhao Tianqing sneered： “Aside from those eerie blood-marked fiends, the only people here are from the Qi family, the Yu family, and our Zhao family.”
”If not your Yu family martial artists, then who else would take advantage of the chaos to kill my Zhao clansmen？”
Hearing Zhao Tianqing’s words, Yu Feiyan suddenly felt less confident.
He himself certainly hadn’t taken action.
But it was hard to guarantee that others in the Yu family, feeling the Zhao family had gone too far, might have killed Zhao family members…
”What？ Cat got your tongue？ Admitting it now？” Zhao Tianqing’s voice rang out again.
Yu Feiyan was just about to respond.
”Ah…”
A scream suddenly erupted.
”Second Master, Yu Liang… Yu Liang is dead… a man in black killed him！” a Yu family martial artist shouted loudly.
Hearing this, Yu Feiyan clenched his fists tightly, his fury now completely unconcealed.
”Zhao Tianqing, go fuck your grandma！”
As Yu Feiyan roared, the previously motionless Blood Sigil people around them suddenly sprang to life, charging forward in unison.
At this point, the situation descended into utter chaos.
The Yu family not only had to guard against attacks from the Blood Sigil people but also from the Zhao family.
The same went for the Zhao family.
As for Qi Zhenzhong…
He was now completely dumbfounded.
Which idiot had to take advantage of the chaos to settle scores at this critical moment?
Now, the Yu and Zhao families were in complete disarray, and as the thick fog gathered, some of the Qi family members were also caught up in the turmoil.
Seeing the situation spiral further out of control and realizing there was no time to retrieve the Nine Yuan Lotus, Qi Zhenzhong furrowed his brows and bellowed, “Qi clansmen, withdraw from this chamber first！”
But just then.
Qi Zhenshan’s voice rang out, saying, “Big brother… we can’t find the way out！”
Hearing these words, Qi Zhenzhong froze in place.
”Damn it！”
Qi Zhenzhong then cursed loudly, “Zhao Tianqing, Yu Feiyan, tell your people to stop fighting. Kill these creepy blood-marked people first. We’re trapped in here—if this keeps up, it’ll lead to disaster.”
But after Qi Zhenzhong’s words, there was no response from Zhao Tianqing or Yu Feiyan.
Amid the thick fog,
Ye Wushuang wore a green robe, a veil covering his face, holding the Taiyuan Spirit Sword.
At this moment, the blade of the Taiyuan Spirit Sword was stained with blood, dripping down and pooling on the ground.
And beneath Ye Wushuang’s feet, he was stepping on a figure…
