I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

"Huh?!" Thunder Lord exclaimed in surprise, "Blood Pagoda? You're awake too?!"

Another veteran has made a comeback?

Chu Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, "May I ask who you are, senior?"

"Me?" The voice sneered, carrying an air of self-righteous arrogance. "You can call me Blood Buddha."

Blood Pagoda?

"Stop dawdling!" Blood Buddha's voice was full of impatience. "I've been asleep for so long, my bones are practically rusting. It's time to loosen up my muscles with these few ignorant bastards!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng's hesitation and concerns were instantly swept away by this domineering and unparalleled killing intent.

That's right, looking ahead and behind isn't his style.

Since we can't avoid it, then... kill them all!

He took a deep breath, and with a thought, complex restrictive runes flew from his hand, instantly sealing off the secret chamber where Qian Linglong was, isolating it from all internal and external influences.

Having done all this, he no longer hesitated for a moment, and with a swift movement, he soared into the sky!

The figure in black stood alone, facing the three terrifying beings from the upper realm.

"None of you will get your hands on the Blood of Immortality of Ten Thousand Spirits." Chu Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of the three of them.

"And today, you will all die here."

Upon hearing this, the three terrifying beings from the upper realm in the sky were all stunned.

Immediately, Dan Yunzi's face revealed overwhelming hatred and murderous intent. He stared intently at Chu Feng, his eyes seeming to want to devour him alive!

"It's you!"

He recognized him! The arrogant ant from the lower realm before him was the very culprit who had destroyed his Pill Tower lineage and killed his disciple!

At this moment, old and new grudges erupted like a volcano!

"You little beast! You have a path to heaven but choose not to take it, and you barge into the gates of hell but choose to walk through them! Today, I will tear your soul out and refine your spirit, so that you will never be reincarnated!" Dan Yunzi roared fiercely, and his terrifying pressure, as if it were a tangible force, crushed down on Chu Feng.

Meanwhile, Qi Hao, the third young master of the Qi family, was looking at Chu Feng with great interest, gently waving his folding fan and a playful smile on his lips.

"Interesting, very interesting." He chuckled softly, "In this mere lower realm, there are still ants like you who don't know their own mortality. You have quite the big mouth, but I wonder if your bones are as hard as your mouth."

The seventh protector of the Misty Rain Pavilion remained silent, but beneath his mask, a pair of cold eyes, like those of a venomous snake, locked onto Chu Feng, as if searching for his most fatal flaw.

Facing the gazes of the three powerful beings from the upper realm—some filled with resentment, some with contempt, and some with coldness—Chu Feng's expression remained unchanged.

He simply raised his hand slowly and made a gentle gesture towards the void.

Om-!

An ancient, weathered coffin, seemingly having endured countless years and buried countless gods and demons, quietly emerged before him.

When the ancient coffin appeared, it did not exude any earth-shattering power, but the expressions of Dan Yunzi, Qi Hao, and the guardian of Yanyu Tower all changed slightly in unison.

From that seemingly ordinary ancient coffin, they felt a tremor and unease originating from the depths of their souls.

It was a kind of instinctive fear, like that of a creature at the bottom of the food chain encountering a predator at the top!

"Playing tricks!" Dan Yunzi snorted coldly, forcibly suppressing the strange feeling in his heart. He was the head of a branch of the Alchemist Association. How could he be frightened by the magic weapon of an ant from the lower realm?

He was about to make a move.

"Squeak—"

A soft sound, like an ancient door being pushed open, slowly emanated from the blood-red coffin.

The coffin lid slid open a little to the side.

Immediately afterwards, a slender, clean hand with distinct knuckles emerged from the gaps in the dark coffin and gently rested on the rim.

Then, a figure slowly sat up from the darkness that seemed to connect to the deepest hell.

It was a man wearing a blood-red robe.

He looked very young, with a strikingly handsome face that was almost eerie. His long, dark hair was casually draped over his shoulders, but his eyes were terrifyingly empty, as if devoid of any emotion, displaying only an extreme indifference to life.

He sat quietly in the coffin, his gaze sweeping calmly over the three people in the sky, as if he were looking at three lifeless corpses.

An indescribable, terrifying killing intent silently spread out from him.

That killing intent was neither violent nor fierce, yet it was all-pervasive, like a gentle spring rain that seeped into your bones and soul, freezing and extinguishing all your vitality and hope.

At this moment, the wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, and even the flow of time seemed to slow down above Kyushu City.

The world was utterly silent.

"Who...who are you?!"

The arrogance and resentment on Dan Yunzi's face had vanished, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and astonishment. He sensed a terrifying aura emanating from the blood-stained man, an aura powerful enough to threaten his life!

The man in blood-stained clothes slowly shifted his gaze to Dan Yunzi.

He seemed to be thinking, or perhaps reminiscing.

After a long while, he slowly opened his mouth, his voice hoarse but with a strange magnetism, as if he were telling a trivial little story.

"who I am?"

He paused, and a distant memory seemed to flash in his empty eyes.

"A long, long time ago, they all called me..."

"Blood Floating Pagoda".

Blood, floating, slaughter.

Three simple words, uttered from his mouth, seemed to contain a kind of magical power that made his words come true.

boom!!!

Everyone present, whether it was Dan Yunzi, Qi Hao, or the protector of the Misty Rain Pavilion, felt as if their minds had been struck by a million thunderbolts at the same time the moment they heard this name, and their minds went completely blank!

Their bodies began to tremble violently and uncontrollably!

At this moment, their souls let out a mournful cry of extreme terror!

The jade folding fan in Qi Hao's hand fell to the ground with a "thud," and for the first time, his face, which always wore a calm smile, turned ashen and bloodless!

Dan Yunzi looked as if he had seen a ghost, staggering back several steps. His arrogant eyes were now filled with nothing but horror and fear!

The seventh guardian of the Misty Rain Pavilion, who had been hidden in the darkness as if isolated from the world, suddenly looked up, his hoarse voice trembling and sharp for the first time!

"Blood... Blood Pagoda?!"

"That one who single-handedly slaughtered the ten great divine races, making his name a taboo of ancient times..."

"The First Killing God, Blood Buddha?!"

His voice was filled with disbelief, filled with fear from the deepest part of his soul!

For the new generation of cultivators in the Upper Realm, this name might just be a distant and vague legend.

But for some ancient powers, this name represents death! It represents despair! It represents something that cannot be mentioned, cannot be challenged, cannot be defied... a taboo!

A peerless demon who proves his path through killing, who regards gods and demons as straw dogs and all living beings as ants!

Wasn't he... wasn't he already annihilated, body and soul, in that ancient war, by the combined forces of several supreme emperors?!

Why...why is he here?!

Why did he crawl out of that strange coffin?!