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Before Zhuge Chuchu could finish speaking, Qin Yu had already grabbed her wrist.

"How long can you live if you go in there?"

"I don't know, but if I don't go in, half a million people won't even survive for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

These words made Qin Yu loosen his grip slightly; it wasn't out of pity, but because he was settling accounts.

Zhuge Chuchu's Glass Eyes are currently his only means of tracking Yan Mingyu's remaining soul. Once she dies, he will be blind.

But once the blood sacrifice of 500,000 people is completed, and Emperor Li obtains the contents of the Heavenly Treasury, the enemies he will have to deal with in the future will be ten times stronger.

"I'll go down with you."

"Going down there is useless. The Death Gate only recognizes the bloodline of Zhuge. Outsiders will be directly strangled by the earth veins if they go in."

Zhuge Chuchu's voice was calm, "My father hid me for twenty years, fearing this day would come, but in the end, I still couldn't escape it."

Qin Yu didn't respond to that. His gaze swept over the cracking ground, where blood-red fissures were spreading outwards at a visible speed.

Just then, the sky darkened.

It wasn't that dark clouds were obscuring the sun; rather, someone had used spiritual power to create a golden light curtain over the entire Flame Dragon City. The curtain was at least three zhang thick, trapping everyone who wanted to escape inside the city.

"The Flaming Dragon Sealing Heaven Formation is the work of the City Lord."

Meng Qianyun's voice came from the side, and her face turned extremely ugly.

"Zhao Wuji has arrived."

As soon as he finished speaking, a magnificent aura of late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators pressed down from the north of the city, carrying with it the arrogance and indifference of a ruler.

Zhao Wuji, clad in golden armor, hovered in mid-air, followed by twelve Nascent Soul stage guards, each holding a black flag.

The flags embroidered on those flags were not the symbols of Yanlong City, but the official seals of Wudi City.

"I was wondering when Blood Fiend would appear, but I didn't expect you to deliver yourself to my door."

Zhao Wuji's gaze swept over Qin Yu, then fell on the spreading blood-red cracks in the center of the square.

"Although Gu Tianlang is a good-for-nothing, his blood has come in handy. The Death Gate of the Heavenly Treasure Vault is about to open. This is an opportunity that the Emperor has been waiting for for three hundred years."

Qin Yu ignored Zhao Wuji's nonsense and looked at the cultivators trapped in the city who were unable to escape.

Foundation Establishment cultivators frantically rammed against the edge of the Heaven-Sealing Array, while Golden Core cultivators tried to break open cracks in the ground to stop the blood sacrifice from spreading, but all their efforts were in vain.

"You've left them all trapped here to die."

"Waiting to die, no, it's sacrifice."

Zhao Wuji's voice carried a kind of fanaticism.

"Being able to offer sacrifices for the Emperor's great cause is a blessing these ants have accumulated over several lifetimes. They should be grateful and kneel down to express their thanks."

The onlookers were stunned by these words. They had just been cheering for Martial Emperor City to act on behalf of Heaven, and now the people of Martial Emperor City were going to sacrifice them all.

"Lord City Lord, we are citizens of Yanlong City, you cannot..."

The speaker was an old cultivator in the late Golden Core stage. Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Wuji's personal guard pierced his throat with a fork.

"Who gave you permission to speak? Ants should behave like ants and just lie there and wait to die."

The guard kicked the old monk's corpse aside, and the blood that fell to the ground was absorbed cleanly by the red light from the crack.

Qin Yu clenched his fists, not out of anger, but because he had thought of a problem.

Zhao Wuji is in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and with twelve personal guards who are in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, he is no match for this group in his current state.

The Xuanbing Giant Python had almost exhausted its energy on the way here. Kui Wu and Zhu Zhen had just fought with the Dragon Whale General and needed to recover. The little dragon's dragon might could not suppress the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"You're doing the math."

Zhao Wuji seemed to see through Qin Yu's thoughts, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips. "Blood Fiend, I have heard of your achievements: destroying the Xuan Yin Sect, killing Lin Tianhao, and repelling General Dragon Whale. You do have some skill."

"But you forgot one thing: you are a Nascent Soul cultivator who has just survived the Heaven-Defying Tribulation. The aftereffects of the Heaven-Defying Tribulation will take at least half a month to completely subside. At most, you can only exert 70% of your current combat power."

Qin Yu did not refute, because what Zhao Wuji said was true.

Although the residual power of the Heaven-Defying Tribulation greatly increased his attack power, it also continuously depleted his foundation. He had already overdrawn his strength when fighting Gu Tianlang and General Dragon Whale.

"With 70% of your combat power, how many chances do you think you have of winning against one late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator and twelve early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators?"

"I don't know what the odds are, but I do know you must die here today."

Qin Yu's answer surprised Zhao Wuji for a moment, then he burst into laughter.

"Arrogant, truly arrogant. In my five hundred years of life, this is the first time I have ever seen such an arrogant young man."

"Do you know why I dared to trap the entire city here? It's because even if you really kill me, the Emperor won't pursue the matter. Instead, he will reward me for using the blood of 500,000 people to open the Heavenly Treasury for him."

"The lives of these 500,000 people are not even worth a magic weapon in the eyes of the Emperor. Is it worth it for you to risk your life for them against me?"

Qin Yu did not answer the question; instead, he turned to look at Zhuge Chuchu.

"You said the Death Gate only recognizes the bloodline of Zhuge, and that I would be strangled if I went in."

"Correct."

"If I don't go in, I'll just hold off your pursuers at the entrance."

Zhuge Chuchu's eyes lit up; she understood what Qin Yu meant.

The entrance to the Death Gate is underground. If Zhao Wuji wants to stop her from entering the Death Gate, he must go down with her. However, the underground environment is advantageous to Qin Yu, as the narrow space will weaken their numerical advantage.

"You can't stop thirteen Nascent Soul cultivators by yourself."

"I don't need to block them. I just need to hold them off until you destroy the array's core."

Zhuge Chuchu remained silent for three breaths, then nodded.

"I need the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

"I'll give you two sticks of incense; any more will incur interest."

After saying this, Qin Yu turned to face Zhao Wuji, and as the Nine Dragons Sword was unsheathed, the Xuanbing Giant Python slowly rose from behind him.

Zhao Wuji's expression changed for a moment when he saw the Xuanbing Giant Python. Even if it was injured and weakened, one of the twelve zodiac animals was not someone he could underestimate.

"You actually subdued the Mystic Ice Python."

"It's not just the Ice Python."

Qin Yu's voice came from the python's head, and three more figures appeared beside him.

Kui Wu, Zhu Zhen, Xiao Long.

The three divine pets simultaneously released their auras: the ferocity of the Kui Niu bloodline, the solidity of the Vajra Pig Demon, and the oppressive power of the True Dragon bloodline. The three auras combined to form an invisible barrier.

Zhao Wuji frowned. He hadn't expected that Qin Yu had three demonic beasts with different auras, and each of them was no weaker than an ordinary early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

“Interesting. A human cultivator with four demonic beasts. Are you a cultivator or a beast tamer?”

"I am your father."

Qin Yu's answer made Zhao Wuji's face darken. In his five hundred years of life, this was the first time someone had insulted his father to his face.

"court death."

With a wave of his hand, Zhao Wuji's twelve personal guards moved simultaneously, their figures transforming into twelve black shadows that surrounded Qin Yu from different directions.

Qin Yu didn't go to meet them; instead, he took Zhuge Chuchu and jumped directly into the largest crack in the ground. (End of Chapter)