Speaking of Wen Ping, after putting down the Fire Rod in his hand, he couldn’t help but glance at the dark red Bloodthirsty Pearl.
He knew a bit about this Bloodthirsty Pearl; it was an extremely evil object, so evil that even spirits feared it. Moreover, it would affect one’s nature, turning the user into a brutal, cold-blooded, and murderous person.
Although the Bloodthirsty Pearl was indeed quite useful, perfectly restraining those secret techniques that required blood to be performed, Wen Ping thought it best to use it sparingly.
At this moment, the Bloodthirsty Pearl was completely still; if not witnessed firsthand, who would believe that this seemingly ordinary bead had killed two in the Profound Realm?
When he turned his gaze to Ye San and the others, their expressions changed immediately, a hint of fear revealed in their eyes.
Ye San immediately shouted, abandoning the idea of continuing the fight.
They had no deep animosity with Wen Ping, only came for the 50 White Crystals. Now with three in the Profound Realm dead, even acquiring the bounty would already be a loss.
However, they definitely intended to seek revenge.
This was no longer just about the bounty; too many in the Profound Realm had died, and this loss was bound to be recovered.
That rod would be the best compensation!
Ye San retrieved his Meridian Gate, his hands turning into wings, and his body followed, transforming into a golden-topped white crane ready to soar into the sky. Meanwhile, those in the Profound Realm battling Qin Shan began to fight desperately, their moves harsher with a strength one or two tenths stronger than before.
But with the intention to retreat, though the strikes were fierce and heavy, the heart was chaotic, and the palm technique was disorderly.
Inattentively, Qin Shan grabbed his arm with one hand.
The sleeve along with the arm was torn off.
Seeing this, Ye San disregarded everything else, looking at the two companions entangled by Yu Mo, he immediately waved his arm, raising a fierce wind, soaring into the sky.
Without caring for the companions who hadn’t yet gotten onto his back.
With a wave of his hand, a Fire Dragon several meters long flew out in an instant.
The Fire Dragon, with its mouth wide open, charged straight into the sky, closing in on Ye San in the blink of an eye.
The next moment, a rumbling sound echoed in the sky.
The crimson Fire Dragon pounced on Ye San, then exploded thunderously, the sound echoing like thunder, resonating throughout Cangwu City.
At this point, Wen Ping had no interest in continuing to play with the several in the Profound Realm, raising his hand as the Fire Dragon appeared.
He gave each of them a Fire Dragon several meters long.
The three attempted to escape but were unable to react in time and were engulfed by the Fire Dragon in an instant, struggling and wailing as they were gradually burned to ashes,
Once everything settled, Wen Ping began to loot the battlefield.
He harvested a total of six Storage Rings.
Murong Chi watched this scene, speechless.
But why wasn’t the Meridian Gate opened?
And that Fire Rod wasn’t the strongest technique?
With these questions, Murong Chi followed the crowd down Yunlan Mountain, beginning to tread the ground where seven in the Profound Realm had perished. He now felt deeply that not only had he underestimated this Immortal Sect, but also the young Sect Leader before him.
This Immortal Sect Leader, Wen Ping, appeared at most to be only 18 years old. Who would have thought he would possess the power to kill the Profound like slaughtering dogs?
Such talent, if spread, would likely alarm even the great powers beyond East Lake.
As everyone gathered around, Huan Shan spoke first, "Sect Leader, your Fire Rod?"
Wen Ping chuckled and explained, "Alright, I won’t lie to you. This is Zhang Xiaofan’s item—the Soul-devouring Rod."
Huai Ye exclaimed with joy.
Yu Mo, being the first fan of Immortal Slayer, hurried over with anticipation, saying, "Sect Leader, can we have one?"
"Sect Leader, can we have one?"
The group bombarded with questions.
Wen Ping nodded helplessly and said, "Everyone has a chance. When you watch Immortal Slayer, there is a small chance of obtaining any item from the Immortal Slaying World."
Huai Ye’s mouth dropped open, exclaiming, "Wow!"
"I really want a Flying Sword."
"I want Sister Tian’s Silk Ribbon Magical Artifact."
As the discussions continued, Wen Ping turned his gaze to Murong Chi on the side.
Murong Chi also looked at Wen Ping and the others.
If he told others there was a place where seven in the Profound Realm died, yet those there didn’t mind and continued discussing other matters, it would surely be dismissed as rumor, as hearsay.
To be honest, if someone had told him, he wouldn’t have believed it.
But now having witnessed it himself, he had no choice but to believe.
Wen Ping asked, "Senior, is there anything else?"
Murong Chi squeezed a wry smile and replied, "Boy, consider me unlucky. I’ll have to concede my disciple to you."
Though reluctant, he had to compromise.
Who could guarantee that an 18-year-old capable of killing those in the Lower Profound Realm like sparrows didn’t have a great figure backing him?
As Murong Chi prepared to leave, he couldn’t help but ask, "Boy, what move was that with the flames?"
Wen Ping asked, "Want to learn?"
Murong Chi grinned and nodded.
Wen Ping continued, "Join the Immortal Sect, and I’ll teach you."
"This... forget it, my large household awaits me as its pillar." Reluctantly, Murong Chi shook his head and abandoned the thought.
On the city wall of Cangwu City.
Huan Cheng gazed toward Yunlan Mountain, saying to the Divine Strategy Camp Leader Murong Xi beside him, "Rong Xi, why are your spies so inefficient?"
"My lord, you’re being too hasty. If you want to see, why not go yourself? But I judge, those people are still going to their doom; even the Demon King died at the Immortal Sect, unless two of the three Stewards from East Lake in the Hundred Sects Alliance come, who can shake the current Immortal Sect?"
Huan Cheng nodded and laughed as well, seemingly convinced.
In a deep alley of Cangwu City, a middle-aged man covered in blood staggered along, his back exposing gleaming white bone, groaning painfully as he walked.
Of course, this person was the lucky survivor, Ye San.
But with such injuries, he was unlikely to survive beyond two days.
Stumbling out of the alley, he made his way into the nearest brothel on the road to the city entrance.
Under the geisha’s startled screams, Ye San found Night Demon, who was drinking and carousing with two women, and his body went limp, kneeling to the ground with a thud.
Hearing the weak shout, Night Demon immediately turned back.
Seeing it was Ye San, he pushed the woman in his arms aside and quickly stepped forward to support him, but upon closer inspection of his body, he was stunned.
"What happened? Where’s Ye Shier and the others?"
"My lord, they’re all dead, only I’m alive back here."
"All dead? I merely sent you two to probe the Immortal Sect’s strength, how did it end up ?" Night Demon asked, growing agitated.
Six in the Profound Realm dead!
How could he explain this once returned?