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Ye Gu's fingers moved, not to pick up the pill, but to first stand the broken sword upright on the sand, using the blade to support his body, changing from lying down to kneeling, before finally picking up the pill and swallowing it.

The moment the power of chaos flowed into his meridians, Ye Gu's body exploded with a shockwave of spiritual energy, sending the blood and sand at the bottom of the pit flying three feet.

The severed meridians were forcibly reconnected under the infusion of chaotic energy, and the true dragon energy rushed from the dantian into the sword arm, flowing through the right hand and into the broken sword.

The iron sword, now only half intact, emitted a dragon's roar under the influence of the true dragon's aura.

It wasn't the resonance of the magic weapon itself, but the sword intent that was being revived.

Mu Qingming's smile froze on his face, because he sensed something that shouldn't exist on a Golden Core cultivator. The sharpness of that sword intent was stronger than the combined spiritual energy of the three high-grade Earth-rank magic treasures on his body.

"Release the wolves."

His command came out two breaths earlier than planned, because he felt that if he didn't release it now, it would be too late.

The iron chains came loose, and the black wolf pounced into the pit. Its demonic power, at the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage, transformed into two black claw shadows, aiming straight for Ye Gu's head.

Ye Gu stood up.

One sword.

The arc of the broken sword was only three inches. Within those three inches, the seventh-ranked swordsman of the Northern Region Sword Ranking had all his sword comprehension and the burst of cultivation after the surge of chaotic power.

The black wolf's body was split in two from mid-air, its internal organs and blood raining down on the bottom of the pit. From the moment it pounced out to the moment it was cleaved apart, the whole process took less than half a breath.

The stands were deathly silent.

Mu Qingming looked down at Ye Gu in the pit. Blood rain fell on his brocade robe, but he didn't notice because Ye Gu's gaze was piercing through the blood mist and staring straight at him.

"Three years."

Ye Gu's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper grinding iron, and every word carried the hatred that had accumulated over three years of being trampled underfoot.

"You have trampled on me for three years."

The broken sword pointed at Mu Qingming at the edge of the pit, the tip still stained with the blood of the black wolf.

Mu Qingming took a step back and reached for the strongest of the three magical treasures at his waist, a high-grade Earth-rank Heart-Protecting Mirror, which was said to be impenetrable to those below the late Nascent Soul stage.

Ye Gu did not give him the chance to activate the magic weapon.

The distance from the bottom of the pit to the edge, three zhang, was nothing in front of Ye Gu's broken sword. When his figure appeared in front of Mu Qingming, the protective mirror had just been half taken off his waist.

The sword blade sliced ​​into the heart-protecting mirror from the side, not from the front, but from the edge. The high-grade earth-level magic weapon couldn't even withstand half a breath in front of the broken sword. At the same time, the heart-protecting mirror shattered into two pieces, and Mu Qingming's head flew off his neck.

The head spun twice in the air before landing in the first row of the arena stands, knocking over a wine glass in a cultivator's hand.

Qin Yu walked to the edge of the pit and looked down. Ye Gu was standing next to Mu Qingming's headless corpse, his broken sword supporting him on the ground. The remnants of chaotic power were rapidly dissipating.

In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he used less than ten breaths.

"Come up."

Ye Gu appeared at the edge of the pit, the sound of his knees hitting the ground louder than the sound of a broken sword falling to the ground.

"You gave me this life. From now on, I'll live as long as I have this sword."

Qin Yu didn't help him up. He bent down, picked up the broken sword, and examined it in his hand. The cracks in the sword had actually widened due to the infusion of the True Dragon's Qi. If he used it again, it would shatter completely.

"Your sword is no good."

"I know, but I will only use it."

Qin Yu threw the broken sword and the three magical treasures he found on Mu Qingming's corpse into the furnace of the Chaos Refining Furnace. The three high-grade earth-rank treasures melted into molten metal in the furnace fire, just like scrap iron, and fused together with the remains of the broken sword.

The furnace spirit spat out a new sword in just thirty breaths.

It is entirely purple-gold in color and three feet two inches long. There is a defensive pattern on the blade inherited from the material of the heart-protecting mirror, and a dark pattern of killing intent inherited from the broken sword. These two attributes, which should not coexist, were fused into one in the chaotic furnace fire.

"Chaos·Absolute Grief, take it." Qin Yu threw the sword over, and the moment the blade touched Ye Gu's palm, it emitted a long cry, a sound that resonated with the dragon's roar from the pit earlier.

Ye Gu's right hand was trembling, not because he was weak, but because he had never held a sword of this caliber before.

No one laughed in the stands of the arena anymore. Mu Qingming's head still lay at the feet of the first row of spectators, their bodies splattered with the young leader's blood, and they didn't even dare to wipe it off.

Qin Yu only spoke after he had searched all the valuables in Mu Qingming's five storage rings.

"How many fighting slaves are still in the arena?"

Ye Gu's voice came from the side.

"Forty-seven of them, all of them were captured by the Yuanhai Alliance, including rogue cultivators and disciples from small sects."

"Let it go."

Kui Wu's bull hooves shattered the iron gate of the slave fighting area, and forty-seven wounded cultivators stumbled out. When they saw Mu Qingming's corpse, they were stunned at first, and then they all knelt down.

Qin Yu didn't take them in; he didn't lack thugs, he just lacked time.

"Get out of here, your lives are your own."

After the forty-seven people dispersed, Qin Yu took out the seal fragment from the joint of Ye Gu's severed arm and handed it to Zhuge Chuchu.

"Can it be used?"

Zhuge Chuchu's crystal-clear eyes swept over the remaining seal fragments, and the information within made her gasp.

"The coordinates of the seventh altar are already engraved inside, but there is also a warning next to the coordinates."

"What warning?"

“Mu Yuanhan, the leader of the Yuanhai Alliance, discovered a Netherfire mine near the seventh altar three hundred years ago. That mine was the foundation that enabled him to reach the peak of the half-step Nascent Soul stage. Touching his mine is equivalent to digging out his lifeline.”

Qin Yu patted the lid of the Chaos Refining Furnace.

“Ouyang Xu said that the Chaos Furnace can devour Netherfire, and after it is devoured, the furnace fire will triple.”

"You must go and mine his mine."

"I will not only mine his mine, but also retrieve Yan Mingyu's soul."

Zhuge Chuchu fell silent. She hadn't been with Qin Yu for long, but she was already used to this kind of schedule. For Qin Yu, going to someone else's territory to steal their manhood was as natural as going to the market.

The group was blocked as soon as they stepped out of the north gate of Yuancheng, the entrance to the Northern Abyss.

It's not the city gate that's blocked, it's the road.

The valley outside the north gate of Yuan City was filled with people. The banner of the Yuanhai Alliance was planted from the entrance of the valley all the way to where it could not be seen. Under the banner were twelve elders at the late Nascent Soul stage and three thousand Golden Core stage assassins.

On a giant rock in the middle of the valley sat an old man in a gray robe, leaning on a cane made from the spine of a deep-sea monster. At the top of the cane was a black bead, and flames flickered within it.

Mu Yuanhan.

The leader of the Abyss Sea Alliance, at the peak of the half-step Nascent Soul stage.

The hatred for killing his son led him to emerge from seclusion early. The Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul Devouring Array he set up in the valley had been operating for half an hour. The essence and blood of three thousand assassins merged into the array's core, transforming into ten thousand ghostly shadows that shuttled back and forth in the valley.

"Blood Demon".

Mu Yuanhan's voice came down from the giant rock, each word as heavy as lead, crashing to the ground.

“You killed my deacon, swallowed my ferry, destroyed my arena, and killed my only son.”

With a slam of his cane on the ground, the density of ghostly figures in the Myriad Ghosts Devouring Souls Formation doubled, turning the entire valley into a ghostly domain. Yin winds rushed in from all directions, and ordinary Golden Core cultivators standing in the formation would have their souls torn apart by the ghostly figures within three breaths.

"Within this myriad ghosts array, I will give you a choice in how you die: be devoured by the myriad ghosts, or hand over your nascent soul yourself." (End of Chapter)