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

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

These words, uttered with trembling force, plunged the entire eerie bone palace into absolute silence.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at that moment.

The hundreds of elders and disciples prostrate on the ground could even clearly hear the sound of their hearts pounding wildly with fear, as well as the clattering of the teeth of the disciple who brought the news.

One second, two seconds...

"Ah."

A soft, extremely disdainful sneer came from the massive skull throne.

The laughter was soft, yet it instantly broke the frozen atmosphere.

On Xue Qianqiu's sinister face, which had regained its middle-aged appearance, an utterly absurd expression appeared. He slowly repeated, word by word, "A...person?"

The disciple who brought the message was so frightened that he could only nod frantically, unable to utter a single word.

"Haha...hahahaha!"

Xue Qianqiu suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter, a sharp and piercing laugh filled with endless madness and savagery. The entire Bone Palace trembled violently with his laughter, and countless bone dust fell down.

"What a foolish ant that doesn't know its own mortality!"

"I thought those cowards from the Ten Thousand Thunder Holy Land would go all out to die, but I didn't expect them to send just one fool to knock on the gate?"

Xue Qianqiu's laughter abruptly stopped, and two terrifying beams of blood-red light shot out from his scarlet eyes, striking the messenger disciple directly.

"What is he here for? To plead guilty? Or to offer his own head as a sacrifice for my son Xue Wuya?"

After the initial shock, the elders and disciples below were also infected by Xue Qianqiu's arrogance.

"The old Holy Lord is right! How dare a mere individual trespass into my Holy Land? It's utterly ridiculous!"

"They're probably terrified by the reputation of our holy land and have come here to die on their own!"

"Perfect! It saves us the trouble of making a trip. We can use his blood to commemorate our fallen comrades!"

The courage that had been shattered by the word "enemy attack" was instantly replaced by fervent confidence.

Yes! What are you afraid of?

This is the Blood Nether Holy Land! A forbidden place that strikes fear into the hearts of all cultivators!

They have an ancient holy master who has been in seclusion for three thousand years and whose strength is unfathomable!

They also possess the Imperial Weapon, the Blood God Cauldron!

Even if an entire legion came, let alone just one person, what difference would it make?

Xue Qianqiu was pleased with the reactions of the crowd. He slowly stood up from the throne, his body surging with bloodthirsty aura, and looked down at the people below.

"Since he's so eager to die, I'll grant his wish!"

He raised his hand, pointing to the blood-red sky outside the main hall, his voice laced with a hint of mockery and cruelty.

"I'd like to see which arrogant fool dares to venture alone into my Blood Nether Hell!"

"Go! Follow me out here, and I'll twist his head off myself!"

Xue Qianqiu took a step forward, his figure transforming into a streak of blood-red light, instantly rushing out of the Bone Palace.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the former Holy Lord!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Hundreds of elders and disciples followed closely behind, transforming into streaks of blood-red shadows, carrying overwhelming killing intent, and surged out of the main hall.

They wanted to witness with their own eyes how that foolish intruder would be crushed into mincemeat under the supreme divine might of the old Holy Lord!

……

Above the Blood Nether Sanctuary, the sky is eternally dark red.

A crimson blood moon hung high, casting its eerie light across this barren, scorched earth.

The dense aura of bloodlust and resentment condensed into mist, swirling endlessly in the air. Any being below a certain cultivation level would have its soul corrupted simply by breathing in this air.

However, in the void above this desolate place, a blue figure hovered there leisurely.

He carried a rusty ancient sword on his back and a wine gourd in one hand, occasionally tilting his head back to take a sip. He seemed more like he was on a leisurely outing than someone who had stumbled into a den of dragons and tigers.

It was Ye Feng.

He took a sip of wine, smacked his lips, and calmly swept his gaze across the endless white bone mountain range below, as well as the eerie palace in the distance built from the bones of a giant beast.