"Oh no, it's a trap." In that moment, all ten Golden Robe brothers cursed inwardly, because they realized that Murong Xun's attack wasn't aimed at them at all — it was aimed at the people inside the great hall.
But by the time they realized something was wrong, it was already too late. The beam of light had already shot deep into the hall, and with a deafening boom, it exploded. A violent wave of ripples spread outward, and everyone who had been standing in front of the Demon Sealing Formation was sent flying, tumbling head over heels.
Screams echoed one after another, and wails of agony filled the air.
The lightly injured lost arms and legs, sustaining severe wounds. The heavily injured were reduced to mangled flesh and blood — some had even been dissolved into pools of blood.
At that moment, every expert of the Remnant Night Demon Sect within the underground palace, aside from the ten Golden Robe brothers, had been defeated!
"You old geezers, hand over your lives too!" But while the ten Golden Robe brothers stood frozen in shock, Murong Xun flicked his long spear and launched yet another savage assault.
The silver spear in his hand moved like a roaming dragon, somehow even more ferocious than before. For a time, the ten Golden Robe brothers were actually being suppressed.
Whoosh, whoosh — and just then, Yafei and Murong Wan, who had been hiding behind Murong Xun, each deployed swift movement martial arts to bypass the Golden Robe brothers' circle of battle and enter the great hall.
"Damn it all!" In that moment, the ten Golden Robe brothers finally understood Murong Xun's intention.
But the formation required all ten of them — not a single one could peel off. All they could do was watch as Yafei and Murong Wan briefly treated the Ninth Immortal's injuries before both leaped into the passageway.
Meanwhile, Chu Feng had descended through the vertical passage and arrived in another great hall. His attention was immediately seized by everything within.
Because here, there was another grand formation, and within that formation sat a massive sword of jet-black color. But unlike the projection he had seen before, this jet-black great sword radiated a pressure far more formidable than even an ordinary Martial King.
Just by sitting there, it intimidated the soul, making one lose all desire to desecrate it — making one not even dare to approach. It felt as though it were your master, as though it could dictate your very fate.
"A King Weapon — this is a true King Weapon." Chu Feng was exhilarated, because he could tell that this King Weapon was completely different from the one Murong Xun wielded.
Although both were King Weapons, they were absolutely not on the same level. Perhaps, just as Elder Liu had said, King Weapons varied greatly in quality depending on the degree of wisdom they possessed. Clearly, this King Weapon was, as Elder Liu had described, the finest grade.
"Demon Sealing Sword — is that your name?" Chu Feng took two steps forward and noticed three large characters carved on the jet-black hilt: Demon Sealing Sword.
The calligraphy was wild and unrestrained, exuding defiance and disdain, as if nothing in the world mattered to it.
From these three characters alone, Chu Feng could tell that whoever had forged this King Weapon was truly extraordinary.
"Heh, Heartless — you never expected to fall into my hands again, did you?" Just then, a sweet yet mocking voice rang out from behind Chu Feng.
He turned to look, and his pupils contracted sharply. Uncontrollable fury blazed in his eyes — but moments later, an involuntary, wicked smile crept across Chu Feng's lips.
Because standing before him now were Yafei and Murong Wan, who had pursued him here — the two vicious women who had nearly tortured him to death.
"Yafei. Murong Wan. You actually dare show your faces in front of me."
Chu Feng spoke calmly, though his teeth were clenched as he said it, because he would never forget how those two women had tormented him. Yafei in particular had hacked off one of his arms and turned his body into a sieve.