Investing in the Empress's junior sister, she broke through her defenses after comparison.

Seeing this, Elder Liu had no more doubts and kowtowed heavily to Ye Feng.

"This old man... also believes in you!"

Ye Feng was getting annoyed by the commotion. He waved his hand as if shooing away flies.

"Alright, alright, it's no big deal, why make it so formal?"

He took a big gulp of wine, the spicy liquid sliding down his throat and into his stomach, bringing a pleasant warmth.

He clicked his tongue, raised his eyelids, and looked out at the endless sky beyond the main hall, as if his gaze had pierced through the barriers of space and he could see the Blood Nether Holy Land where a large army was gathering.

"Three days?"

He suddenly muttered to himself, as if savoring the moment.

"too long."

The next moment, he started walking slowly towards the outside of the main hall.

"I hate waiting for people the most."

"Therefore, I will go find him!"

Seeing this, Bing Xian'er and the other five girls followed.

Follow the eldest brother.

Xiangling followed.

Ye Feng and his team must take the initiative!

…………

Blood Ghost Holy Land.

This place is completely different from the majestic and righteous scene of the Wanlei Holy Land.

The sky was an eternal dark red, as if it had been soaked in endless blood, with a scarlet blood moon hanging high, casting an eerie glow.

On the land, there was no grass or trees, only parched black soil and endless mountain ranges of white bones.

The thick, pungent stench of blood and resentment condenses into a blackish-red mist that lingers year-round. Any living being that steps into this place will have its soul corrupted by this aura, ultimately turning into a blood slave who only knows how to kill.

Deep within the sacred ground, inside a somber hall constructed from the bones of a colossal beast.

The atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Below the main hall, hundreds of elders and core disciples of the Blood Nether Holy Land were all prostrate on the ground, their bodies trembling like leaves, not daring to lift their heads.

At the very top of the hall, on the throne carved from a giant skull, sat a figure.

He was an old man who looked like he was about to die. His skin was withered and stuck to his bones, his white hair was sparse and dry, and his whole body exuded a decaying death aura.

Yet this seemingly dying old man sent shivers down the spines of all the powerful figures in the Blood Nether Holy Land below.

He was the previous Holy Lord of the Blood Nether Holy Land, an old monster who had been in seclusion for three thousand years and had long been forgotten by the world, Xue Qianqiu!

"They're all...dead?"

A hoarse, dry voice, like two pieces of rotten wood rubbing together, slowly rose into the air.

Although the volume wasn't loud, it shook the entire Bone Palace, causing countless fine cracks to spread along the walls of the palace.

Pfft!

The elder responsible for reporting the news could no longer withstand the pressure and collapsed to the ground, a foul stench emanating from his crotch.

He trembled as he held up a tray of soul jade that had shattered into dozens of pieces.

"Reporting to the old Holy Lord, the Holy Lord... he and all the elders and disciples who went to war... their Soul Jade... has been shattered!"

On the throne, Xue Qianqiu's cloudy eyes, almost devoid of white, slowly turned and landed on the tray.

Click!

The tray shattered instantly, turning into dust.

The deathly aura surrounding Xue Qianqiu was suddenly shattered by a monstrous blood-red aura!

Boom!

The entire Blood Nether Holy Land was shaking violently, and the light of the blood moon in the sky flickered!

Endless blood energy burst forth from Xue Qianqiu's withered body, and his emaciated form began to fill up at a visible speed!

His withered skin regained its elasticity, his sparse white hair turned blood red, and his cloudy eyes became even more bloodthirsty, like two burning blood-red stars!

In just a few breaths, he transformed from a frail old man into a middle-aged man with a sinister face and an eerie charm!

"Good! Very good!"

Xue Qianqiu slowly stood up. With each word he spoke, the bloodthirsty aura in the entire space intensified.

"Has the world forgotten the renown of my Blood Nether Holy Land after three thousand years of seclusion?"

"How dare you, a mere declining Wanlei Holy Land, kill my offspring and annihilate my Holy Land's elite forces!"

He took a step forward, and his figure instantly appeared in the center of the hall, his blood-red eyes sweeping over the trembling crowd below.

"Trash! A bunch of trash!"

"That fool Xue Wuyai thought he was invincible, but he couldn't even take down a small Wanlei Holy Land. He deserves to die!"

His words contained not a trace of grief over the loss of his offspring, but only pure rage and murderous intent at having his authority violated.

"But he does, after all, have my blood in him!"

"He disgraced my reputation, Xue Qianqiu's reputation!"

Xue Qianqiu suddenly raised his hand and grabbed at the air.

hum!

Suddenly, the sea of ​​blood behind the main hall surged with towering waves, and an ancient, heavy bronze cauldron covered with countless blood-red patterns broke through the sea of ​​blood and soared into the sky!

The cauldron was engraved with terrifying scenes of gods and demons wailing and all living beings weeping blood. A terrifying aura that devoured the heavens and the earth instantly enveloped the entire Blood Nether Holy Land!

Imperial Weapon, Blood God Cauldron!

"The Holy Lord is mighty!"

"Please, Elder Holy Lord, avenge the Holy Lord!"

Upon seeing the Blood God Cauldron appear, the elders and disciples below, who had been terrified, suddenly felt as if they had found their pillar of support and roared excitedly.

In their view, once the imperial weapon is unleashed, who in the world can rival it?

What Ten Thousand Thunder Holy Land, what mysterious powerhouse, will all be reduced to dust before the Old Holy Lord and the Blood God Cauldron!

Xue Qianqiu was very satisfied with everyone's reaction. He opened his arms and revealed an extremely cruel smile.

"Do those ants from the Ten Thousand Thunder Holy Land think they can prolong their lives by killing Xue Wuyai?"

“They are wrong!”

"They are merely offering the most perfect sacrifice for my emergence from seclusion!"

He pointed at the Blood God Cauldron, which exuded endless ferocity, and his voice became high-pitched and fanatical.

"I will personally lead you to crush the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Thunders!"

"I will use the flesh and blood of all living beings on that land to nourish my Blood God Cauldron!"

"I will make the entire Eastern Wilderness tremble beneath my feet!"

"set off!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Infected by Xue Qianqiu's fanaticism, all the disciples of the Blood Nether Holy Land let out bloodthirsty roars, the sound waves almost overturning the blood-red sky.

They could almost see the scene of rivers of blood flowing through the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Thunders, with countless lives wailing and begging for mercy at their feet.

However, just as this frenzied atmosphere reached its peak...

"Report——!"

A piercing, distorted scream shattered the deafening roar like a sharp sword.

A disciple on guard duty scrambled into the main hall, his face drained of color, looking as if he had encountered the most terrifying demon in the world.

Xue Qianqiu's interest was interrupted, and the smile on his face instantly froze. He glanced at her coldly.

"Why are you panicking?"

The disciple collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably. He pointed towards the direction outside the holy land, his teeth chattering, barely able to utter a complete sentence.

"Enemy...enemy attack!"

Xue Qianqiu scoffed and said disdainfully, "Perfect timing! Saves me the trouble of going looking for them! How many people have come? A legion? Or two?"

In his view, the Wanlei Holy Land must have come out in full force, wanting to catch him off guard.

ridiculous!

Before absolute power, all schemes and tricks are futile!

However, the disciple shook his head frantically, his pupils dilated to their limit, filled with incomprehensible fear.

"No... not..."

"Not the Legion..."

He mustered all his strength and finally managed to squeeze out a sentence that instantly silenced the entire Bone Palace.

"There was...only one person!"

"A man...carrying a sword on his back and a gourd of wine!"