Chapter 320
"You old bastard, just you wait! I’ll be back to get my revenge on you!"
After entering the Teleportation Gate, Tang Yi hurled a vicious threat at Zuoqiu.
Of course he did. In all his time on the Saint Martial Continent, when had Tang Yi ever been bullied like this?
He’d just been scared off by one of Zuoqiu’s Heaven Tier Martial Techniques. After something so humiliating, he had to save some face by getting in the last word.
However, the threat wasn’t just for show; it was a declaration of Tang Yi’s resolve. He would definitely return to get his revenge on that old monster!
Tang Yi couldn’t beat the old monster now, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be able to in the future.
After all, who was Tang Yi? He was the chosen one, blessed with the Battle God System! He leveled up with incredible speed. It wouldn’t be long before his power caught up to that old monster, Zuoqiu—and then he would crush him!
"Hmph!"
Seeing that Tang Yi had actually escaped, Zuoqiu snorted coldly, his expression grim.
Not only had he failed to get the blood essence, he hadn’t been able to snatch the Exotic Fire he coveted either. What a huge loss.
At that moment, a Teleportation Gate also appeared next to Zuoqiu, but he couldn’t enter it like Tang Yi had.
That Teleportation Gate led to the West Mansion. If he went in, wouldn’t he be walking right into a trap?
Having lived for so long, Zuoqiu certainly wasn’t foolish enough to do that!
He walked over to Hex Anmin’s headless corpse and fumbled around on the body for a moment, eventually finding two stones.
One was the ’Help Stone’ distributed by the West Mansion. The other was a red stone.
A Long-distance Teleportation Stone. That was the stone’s name.
After possessing the body of this Heaven-Devouring Sect disciple, Zuoqiu had obtained all of the disciple’s memories. He naturally learned the identities of the Heaven-Devouring Sect party, their purpose for coming here, and even how they planned to leave.
He crushed the red stone, and likewise, a red Teleportation Gate appeared before him.
"Tang Yi, was it? Heh. We’ll meet again! And next time, I’ll personally come to take that Exotic Fire!"
Zuoqiu glanced in the direction Tang Yi had fled, spoke softly, and then stepped into the red Teleportation Gate.
「In a barren mountain range somewhere in the Western Domain.」 A group of people stood before a strange Teleportation Array, quietly waiting for something.
One of them, a Golden Robe Warrior, glanced at the sky and said respectfully to a distinguished-looking middle-aged man in magnificent brocade robes, "Sect Leader, seven days have passed. The West Mansion’s House Entrance Examination should be over. They ought to be returning soon."
"Mm, it should indeed be over by now," the man in brocade replied, concerned. "I expected Hex Anmin’s group to complete the mission ahead of schedule and return early, but I never thought they’d drag it out until the very last moment. I wonder if they managed to obtain the Saint Spirit Blood."
"Rest assured, Sect Leader," said the Golden Robe Warrior. "Hex Anmin is an outstanding disciple of our younger generation, with strength at the Battle King Level. The disciples he took with him are all at the Battle King Level as well. A team like that is more than enough to complete the mission; they will definitely get the Saint Spirit Blood! Besides, the strongest candidates in the House Entrance Examination are only at the Battle Spirit level. They pose no threat at all, and no one could have stopped them. The reason they’ve delayed until the last day must be due to some unforeseen circumstance. Or perhaps the Altar required too much blood qi and they didn’t meet the threshold, so they couldn’t activate it as quickly. That must be why they’re late."
"That’s true. Mm, I have faith in their abilities. If they return with the mission accomplished, I will reward them greatly. However... if they failed..." The man in brocade narrowed his eyes, the unspoken threat hanging in the air.
Failure to complete the mission would bring due punishment—a punishment that could very well be death.
Of course, the man in brocade had no idea that the undercover team he had dispatched had already been wiped out in the Little Extreme Sacred Land.
And just as the two were speaking, the Teleportation Array before them lit up, emitting a dazzling light. A red Teleportation Gate slowly opened from within the Array.
"They’re back! They’re back!" the Golden Robe Warrior said to the man in brocade, overjoyed.
"Mm."
The man in brocade nodded, his eyes fixed on the Teleportation Gate, filled with anticipation.
But at that moment, an utterly battered figure stumbled out of the Teleportation Gate. The figure was disheveled, their clothes were in tatters, and they were covered in blood.
On the figure’s forehead was a thumb-sized bloody hole, looking quite gruesome.
When the crowd saw the bloody hole, their eyes widened. ’To have such a terrifying hole punched through your forehead and still be alive... it’s a miracle.’
However, after this single figure emerged from the red Teleportation Gate, they waited for a long time, but no one else came out.
Only one person came back?
"Lil Yan, what happened? Why are you the only one who came back? Where are the others? The Saint Spirit Blood? Did you bring it back?"
Seeing the pitiful state of the Heaven-Devouring Sect disciple named Lil Yan, and realizing he had returned alone, the Golden Robe Warrior felt a sense of foreboding and hurriedly questioned him.
But the disciple named Lil Yan only glanced at the Golden Robe Warrior and said nothing.
"I’m talking to you, didn’t you hear me?"
The Golden Robe Warrior looked at ’Lil Yan’ with some annoyance and reached out to grab his shoulder.
But just then, ’Lil Yan’ suddenly lashed out with a palm strike aimed at the Golden Robe Warrior. The attack was fast, sudden, and vicious.
BANG! The Golden Robe Warrior was struck squarely. His body was sent flying with a WHOOSH, and after landing on the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
"How dare you!"
"Lil Yan, what are you doing?"
"Are you looking for death?"
"To strike a superior! Do you have a death wish?"
The other members of the Heaven-Devouring Sect standing by all began to shout furiously.
"Wait, that’s not Lil Yan!" a Heaven-Devouring Sect disciple who knew him exclaimed. "Lil Yan is only at the Battle King Level. He couldn’t possibly injure Elder Quu! Elder Quu is a Battle Emperor Level expert, not far from becoming a Battle Supreme Master! How could he be wounded by a mere Battle King Level disciple?"
"Who are you?" The man in brocade also glared at ’Lil Yan’ and demanded majestically, "How dare you impersonate a disciple of my Heaven-Devouring Sect? Do you not wish to live?"
"And who are you?" ’Lil Yan’ asked in return.
"I am the current Sect Leader of the Heaven-Devouring Sect!" the man in brocade announced proudly.
"Heh, so you’re the Sect Leader of the Heaven-Devouring Sect," ’Lil Yan’ chuckled and admitted freely. "You’re right. I am indeed not Lil Yan."
"If you are not a disciple of the Heaven-Devouring Sect, then who are you? What is your purpose in taking the form of one of my disciples?" the man in brocade interrogated.
’Lil Yan’ glanced at the man in brocade. "You sent your people to steal my blood essence, and you don’t even know who I am? Heh."
"Steal your blood essence?"
The man in brocade was briefly confused, then his eyes widened as he stared at ’Lil Yan’. In shock, he stammered, "You’re... Elder Zuoqiu?"

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