The elder held a mirror, through which even the surging ripples dissipated.
Through this mirror, he could clearly see the situation far away.
“Let me see.”
Tuoba Chengan snatched the mirror.
The other elders crowded around, eager to see for themselves.
What they saw made their faces change drastically.
Through the mirror, they could see that the blood-red flames released by the Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable had dwindled significantly.
Yet Chu Feng’s golden energy remained overwhelmingly vast.
Though both were still clashing, the contrast was stark—like a mighty river against a trickling stream.
The stream was the Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable.
The river was Chu Feng.
Boom—
Suddenly, a deafening explosion echoed.
Even from tens of thousands of miles away, they heard it clearly.
Chu Feng had launched a ferocious attack.
This assault was far more intense than any before.
Under this onslaught, the Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable’s attack was not only shattered completely, but he himself was blasted into fragments.
“This…”
“The Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable lost?”
Seeing this, Tuoba Chengan and the Zhutian Sect elders turned pale, their faces filled with terror.
Though they knew Chu Feng’s formation power was limited to a certain range, witnessing his overwhelming strength instilled deep fear.
They dreaded the possibility of Chu Feng breaking that limitation.
If he did, with the formation power he wielded, they would all die.
Moreover, it was already astonishing that Chu Feng could harness such power.
Breaking the limitation wasn’t entirely impossible.
“Supreme Elder, what… what do we do?” the elders asked, turning to Tuoba Chengan in panic.
At such a moment, they could only rely on him to decide.
“What else can we do? We leave, of course.”
Suddenly, a voice rang out.
Hearing it, everyone’s expressions shifted.
It wasn’t Tuoba Chengan’s voice, nor did it belong to anyone present.
Looking toward the sound, their faces changed again.
A figure had appeared among their army.
It was the Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable.
But they had just seen him killed by Chu Feng!!!
“Don’t be so shocked. I’m not that easy to kill,” the Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable said calmly.
Though alive and having escaped here, his grim expression showed he was injured.
“Heavenly Venerable, is there another way to deal with him?” Tuoba Chengan asked.
“You’ve seen the power he wields. Even I couldn’t handle him. Do you have any ideas?”
“And let me advise you: don’t think about waiting here for him to leave the Demon-Slaying Emperor’s tomb to ambush him. That’s not wise.”
“Though his formation power is limited to a certain range around the tomb, he can use it to teleport far away.”
“So, if you plan to wait here and attack when he leaves, it’s nearly impossible.”
“That kid’s not foolish enough to walk out openly for you to catch,” the Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable said.
“So, we just admit defeat like this?” Tuoba Chengan asked.
“They seized the advantage, gaining the true inheritance of the Demon-Slaying Emperor.”
“Even though my Blood Jade Whisk absorbed strong formation power, it’s no match for his orthodox inheritance.”
“As much as I hate to admit it, this time, I’ve lost,” the Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable said, shaking his head helplessly.
“Since that’s the case, Heavenly Venerable, the Zhutian Sect cannot fulfill the payment,” Tuoba Chengan said, his expression tense.
“So quick to turn on me?”
“Didn’t I just save you all? Isn’t that a greater favor?” the Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable’s gaze turned cold.
At the same time, the air grew chillingly oppressive, as if plunged into an endless winter.
But it wasn’t true cold—it was the overwhelming pressure of his aura.
Even Tuoba Chengan grew more afraid.
He’d long heard that the Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable was not only skilled in spirit techniques but also immensely powerful in cultivation.
No one knew his exact level, but those who crossed him never met a good end.
The Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable was a highly dangerous figure, so much so that even the Zhutian Sect avoided dealings with him.
If Master Ouyang hadn’t been scared off and Master Huang hadn’t been outmatched by the Sacred Cave Saints, Tuoba Chengan wouldn’t have dealt with him.
He knew that transactions with the Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable either didn’t happen or had to be honored, or the consequences would be dire.
But since the Heavenly Venerable failed his task, Tuoba Chengan was unwilling to pay as agreed, especially knowing he’d face severe punishment from the sect leader.
Yet, given the current situation, he seemed to have no choice.
He had to pay to fulfill the agreement, or they might all die here today.
“Hahaha…”
But then, the Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable burst into laughter.
“Relax, I always keep my word.”
“I said if I couldn’t retrieve the treasures, I wouldn’t take a cent.”
“Elders, my failure to secure the treasures is my mistake.”
“But next time, I won’t make the same error. So, if you need me, contact me again.”
The Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable laughed heartily, then stepped into his eerie chariot.
Jingle, jingle—
The bells chimed as he vanished into the distance…
The Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable was gone.
But Tuoba Chengan and the others remained stunned.
The earlier scene was too terrifying; they genuinely thought they were doomed.
Fortunately, the Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable was a man of integrity, or they’d have suffered greatly.
“Supreme Elder, Asura and the Sacred Cave Saints are gone,” an elder suddenly said.
Turning to look, Tuoba Chengan and the others realized Chu Feng and the Saints had vanished without a trace.
“Damn it, they played us like that.”
“Supreme Elder, what do we do now?”
“Are we just letting them take the Demon-Slaying Emperor’s tomb treasures?” the elders asked, unwilling to accept defeat.
The tomb had been their great hope.
To them, everything in it rightfully belonged to them.
Losing it to others was heartbreaking.
“If not, do you have other ideas?” Tuoba Chengan asked.
The elders fell silent.
They had no other options. Even the Blood Mist Heavenly Venerable was no match for Chu Feng in the tomb—what could they do?
“A gentleman’s revenge can wait ten years. They’ll pay for this,” Tuoba Chengan said coldly, then waved his sleeve and turned to leave.
Though he spoke lightly, everyone could see his anger surpassed theirs.
After all, they’d lost the treasures of the Demon-Slaying Emperor’s tomb, which they’d coveted for years.
Today, they’d suffered a tremendous loss!!!
