A blind man cultivates immortality and witnesses the great secret of the holy maiden in her bridal c

Ren Zhengwei stood beneath the altar, turning to look at Chen Yang, who was hurtling through the air. A sinister smile crept across his face, and his tone was ruthless: "Boy, I admit you're quite strong, but you've chosen the wrong side today! No matter your background, you're doomed to die today!"

Chen Yang stared at the magnificent Sacred Fire Altar, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He murmured, "I thought you only hid three percent of the Sacred Fire Altar's size, but I didn't expect this altar to be seven or eight percent intact. That's beyond my expectations."

Ren Zhengwei was completely stunned upon hearing this, his face filled with disbelief!

He never expected that the other party could not only recognize the origin of the sacred fire altar at a glance, but also accurately sense the integrity of the altar!

Who exactly is this young man? Why does he know so much about the core treasures of the Holy Fire Cult?

An extreme sense of unease instantly swept over Ren Zhengwei's heart. He knew all too well that this boy could not be allowed to live!

Ren Zhengwei's eyes turned bloodshot, and he erupted in ferocity. He clasped his hands together and roared, "Boy, you dare to obstruct the grand plan of my Holy Fire Sect? You will die today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of his life essence blood and poured it all into the sacred fire altar beneath him!

The pitch-black evil fire instantly surged and raged, and the overwhelming evil energy swept across the entire cloud layer!

With the help of the altar, Ren Zhengwei's combat power instantly surged more than tenfold! A terrifying power far exceeding his own level filled his limbs and bones. At this moment, he already possessed a terrifying combat power comparable to Chen Yang. Like a mad wolf that did not care about its life, he charged straight at Chen Yang with overwhelming killing intent!

But just as he was about to launch a full-scale attack, Chen Yang didn't bother to fight him. He moved swiftly and charged straight toward the main body of the Sacred Fire Altar!

Seeing this, Ren Zhengwei mistakenly thought Chen Yang wanted to seize the altar, and immediately sneered coldly, "Kid, you do have some insight, knowing that my power comes from the altar! Unfortunately, you're too naive. You have no idea how terrifying the Sacred Fire Altar is! The closer you get, the more gruesome your death will be!"

He stood still, a mocking expression on his face, quietly waiting for Chen Yang to be devoured by the evil power of the altar and die from his body exploding.

But the next second, Chen Yang's hand landed firmly on the main body of the Sacred Flame Altar.

A system notification sounded in my mind!

[Ding! 8% contaminated immortal artifact fragments detected!]

[Ding! Consume 160 million spirit stones to purify this corrupted immortal artifact fragment?]

Chen Yang felt a slight sense of relief. He had exactly 200 million spirit stones left in his storage ring, enough to complete the purification!

"Purify immediately!"

With a thought, endless pure spiritual energy instantly washed over the altar!

boom!

The once raging, pitch-black holy fire was instantly extinguished, and the swirling evil energy dissipated completely!

Chen Yang swept the entire Sacred Fire Altar into his storage ring with a swift and clean motion!

Ren Zhengwei, who was still sneering and waiting to see Chen Yang die a miserable death, suddenly froze.

He clearly sensed that the terrifying power surging within him had instantly and completely dissipated, vanishing without a trace! His greatest reliance, his trump card for turning the tide, the Sacred Flame Altar, had disappeared into thin air!

The enormous difference left him dumbfounded and mentally devastated!

In the instant he lost his focus, Chen Yang flashed over and threw a punch!

The winds rise and the clouds surge; the fist's power is unparalleled!

boom!

With a muffled thud, Ren Zhengwei's head shattered instantly, and his body exploded into a bloody mist, marking his complete demise!

Chen Yang reached out and precisely grabbed the other party's storage ring into his palm, not letting it slip away. The storage rings of these core members of the Holy Fire Sect must contain a vast amount of wealth and cultivation resources!

After defeating Ren Zhengwei, Chen Yang transformed into a streak of light, plunging rapidly down from the clouds and landing back on the arena battlefield!

At this moment, the remaining eight Holy Fire Cult cultivators below the stage were originally bathed in the power of the altar's blessing, their fighting spirit soaring, ready to unleash a massacre and seize the Dragon Ball.

In the blink of an eye, the power of the altar suddenly ceased, and his surge of strength vanished into thin air!

Everyone looked bewildered and panicked, completely clueless.

The altar was supposed to be removed after the competition, so why did it suddenly fail?

Just as everyone was in a state of confusion and hesitation, Chen Yang had already swooped down and landed!

He didn't bother to distinguish between the Holy Fire Cult's death squad members and ordinary knights. The Thousand Blade Wind Shadow Sword was drawn from its sheath in mid-air, and the four perfect divine abilities were combined into one, transforming into a giant dragon-capturing hand that blotted out the sky and the sun. With terrifying power that crushed everything, it crashed down!

puff puff!

With two soft sounds, two Golden Knights cultivators who had no time to dodge were instantly crushed by the giant palm, turning into two clouds of bloody mist and dissipating on the spot!

The remaining members were utterly terrified. The nine cultivators were so frightened they were completely out of their wits and dared not fight any longer. They turned and fled frantically, shouting as they ran, "We surrender! We surrender!"

Only a few pure Holy Fire Cult warriors remained, fearless and clinging to a sliver of hope, still staring intently at Chen Yang, their voices cold and mocking: "Boy, don't be arrogant! Although you are strong, our altar's power will soon be restored, and you will surely die today!"

Listening to the pointless chatter, Chen Yang's patience ran out.

He moved like a shuttle, his movements as swift as the wind, his sword flashing and his supernatural powers fully displayed. In just a few breaths, the remaining Holy Fire Sect warriors were all killed, turning into clouds of blood mist and dissipating from the arena!

In less than a minute, all the Golden Knights monks on the stage were either dead or surrendered, and not a single one dared to go up on stage to stop them, completely losing their eligibility to compete!

At this moment, in the center of the arena, Wu Feng was leading a group of cultivators around the Seven-Colored Dragon Pearl, anxiously trying to break the protective formation.

"Hurry! Give it your all! Break the magic array and seize the Golden Dragon Pearl, and we'll win!" Wu Feng urged anxiously, as everyone was overwhelmed and focused on the task at hand.

Zhou Heng and his fellow cultivators repeatedly deduced the magic array, but they still couldn't find the key to breaking it.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Chen Yang slowly walked in front of them and said calmly, "Make way, I'll handle this."

Seeing this, Zhou Heng immediately stepped aside. Wu Feng stood there, stunned, and hurriedly reminded, "Fellow Daoist Chen! You're back! Everyone be careful and watch out for a sneak attack from the Golden Knights!"

But when he turned his head, he found that all the monks of the Golden Knights were standing on the ground trembling, none of them daring to take a step forward, having already completely lost their fighting power.

Chen Yang glanced at the array and instantly saw through the core flaw. Without any extra movements, he threw a punch straight out!

Boom!

A crisp cracking sound echoed through the arena, and the complex and precise protective magic array shattered and completely collapsed!

Chen Yang raised his hand and gently grasped the golden dragon pearl that was floating in mid-air into his palm.

Wu Feng stared in disbelief, standing there for a long time before bursting into a deafening cheer!

All the monks in the Round Table Council below the stage clenched their fists and cheered. Tens of thousands of onlookers and monks outside the arena also erupted in cheers and shouts that swept across the entire Saint-Deli City Square!

Just then, the melodious and grand sound of ceremonial music suddenly rang out, piercing through the clamor!

In the distance, a magnificent 100-person honor guard descended from the sky, accompanied by celestial music, scattered flowers, and a shower of magical rain. Their grandeur and magnificence were awe-inspiring!

The honor guard was surrounded by black mist, and several ancient beasts whose exact cultivation levels were unclear followed them through the air, their ferocity concealed, guarding a slender figure in the center of the procession.

The woman was graceful and elegant, her face veiled by a thin veil. She exuded an ethereal and noble aura. She was none other than the fake queen who was sitting in the St. Teresa Palace and impersonating Eliza!

As Chen Yang watched the figure slowly approaching, a faint, cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

Finally, we're about to meet this imposter who's wreaking havoc on the country!

With a thought, his vast divine sense instantly spread out, probing the depth of his opponent's abilities!

But the next moment, Chen Yang's brows suddenly furrowed tightly.

His supreme divine sense enveloped the other party, yet he could not detect the slightest fluctuation in the fake empress's cultivation level!

Its depths are unfathomable, and its reality is hard to discern!

Just what terrifying cultivation level does this imposter empress possess?

What puzzled Chen Yang even more was that this woman actually had a slightly familiar aura about her.