"Since this boy possesses the power to suppress our Emperor-level Bloodline, he naturally must be eliminated."
"But are you certain he will come? Right now... nearly the entire Martial Continent knows that this junior generation competition has invited Chu Feng."
"We all know we're using this opportunity to eliminate Chu Feng here. Do you think Chu Feng doesn't know we'll be lying in wait for him?"
"If he still comes despite knowing we'll be waiting here, then this boy is far too audacious — far too dismissive of our Four Great Emperor Clans," said the Supreme Elder of the Beidou Imperial Clan.
"He has always been dismissive of our Four Great Emperor Clans, otherwise how could he have done such a thing?"
"That is precisely why Chu Feng must be eliminated. The one who wields the Execution Brush must also be eliminated. Not a single one of Chu Feng's allies can be left alive."
The Supreme Elder of the Ximen Imperial Clan spoke slowly. He had never seen Chu Feng, nor had he seen Baili Xuankong, yet when he mentioned the two of them, his killing intent was overwhelming.
"Setting aside whether they'll come or not — with their methods of disguise, even if they did come, how would we identify them?"
"Moreover, as you can see the situation in the Bow Hegemon Plains right now, that fortress — I'm afraid even the four of us using our Imperial Dragon Seals couldn't break in."
"If Chu Feng enters that fortress, even if he reveals his true face, we won't be able to lay a hand on him," the Supreme Elder of the Dongfang Imperial Clan said with some concern.
"We already had White Brow examine the fortress thoroughly. It truly isn't something an ordinary Spirit World Master could have constructed."
"But as a Dragon-pattern Spirit World Master, White Brow could still glean something about the formation. He said that although the formation is currently in a fully sealed state, it can be switched."
"Once the formation switches, it will turn transparent, and we'll be able to see everything inside from out here. At that point, whether Chu Feng has shown up or not, we'll naturally know," the Nangong Imperial Clan said.
"Mm. If that's truly the case, then it's simple. As you said, as long as Chu Feng comes, the one who uses the Execution Brush will certainly come as well. That way, we can catch them all in one fell swoop," said the Supreme Elder of the Beidou Imperial Clan.
"Rest assured. If they come, they will die here." The Supreme Elder of the Ximen Imperial Clan turned his gaze toward the fortress as he spoke these words.
Hummm—
Suddenly, his killing intent surged, and at the same time, the Imperial Dragon Seal in his hand began to tremble faintly.
Under these circumstances, the Imperial Dragon Seals held by the other three Supreme Elders resonated with his own, and they too began to tremble.
And in this moment, the four Imperial Dragon Seals — which were merely Emperor Weapons — began to emit a dense killing intent, as though they were living beings. That killing intent was even more formidable than that of the Ximen Imperial Clan's Elder.
It was as if they could barely contain their desire to destroy Chu Feng, the one who threatened their Imperial Clan Bloodline.
...
While the Supreme Elders of the Four Clans were hidden deep within the plains, discussing how to deal with Chu Feng, elsewhere beyond the plains, an old monk sat cross-legged on the ground.
Beside the old monk was a jar of fine wine, and before him crackled a campfire. A massive lamb leg roasted over the flames, already fully cooked and emanating an enticing aroma.
The old monk didn't mind the heat at all — a bite of lamb leg, a sip of wine — the picture of absolute contentment.
This sight drew animated discussion from the passersby, and some even scoffed and pointed.
Monks do not eat meat or drink wine — this was a standard held firmly in people's hearts, and any monk who did so was certainly no good monk.
But the old monk paid no attention whatsoever to the gossip and pointing fingers. He simply gazed at the fortress and murmured:
"As far as I know, within the entire Martial Continent, no more than three people could have built such a fortress in the span of a single year."
"And those three old fogeys seem to have stayed holed up in their own nests the entire year without budging."
"It seems the Ten Immortals of the Martial Continent will soon gain another member. The Bow Emperor's successor? How interesting."
"The Martial Continent truly harbors hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I wonder what else..."