Facing the incoming pressure, Li Wentian snorted coldly, his tiger-like body shuddering as he struck back on the spot.
Two invisible forces collided in midair.
Though neither side had visibly attacked, the aftershocks of their power formed tangible blasts, sweeping across the land and kicking up layers of dirt and rock.
Yi Chengsheng glanced at Li Wentian, looking down as he said.
“Li Wentian, even in death you worry about future generations. Can’t even die in peace!”
Li Wentian’s eyes shifted.
“You know Zhen?”
“Calling yourself ‘Zhen’ here? I think you’re addicted to being emperor, hahahaha!”
“You know Zhen well, but Zhen comes from ten thousand years ago, which shows your Ancient Wasteland Realm wasn’t isolated from the world. You’ve been collecting outside information, and specifically logging key figures.
I’m curious — to what end?
Weren’t you the ones who betrayed the human race and monopolized the Path to Immortality?
You could have just hidden away safely. Why take the risk of running both sides?”
Yi Chengsheng sneered.
“You should mind your own business! This city lord will say it one last time: take your people and leave! Otherwise you came in, you won’t get out!”
Great Demon’s temper flared; he couldn’t stand someone acting so arrogant before him and struck immediately.
“Five thousand years of wind and snow! Now the Immortal Road is within reach! Those who block me will die!!”
He still shouted a line of verse before attacking.
The Fiendish Scholar slapped out a palm, the murderous qi gathering into towering demonic flames that blasted toward Yi Chengsheng at high speed, and during its flight it transformed into a nine-headed demonic dragon.
Each of the nine heads spewed a different kind of attack, a sky-plugging onslaught that inspired dread.
“So powerful!”
The Sword Lord watched from afar, utterly astonished.
Keep in mind, Great Demon was someone already dead. He preserved his remnant soul through a Great Dao Immortal Artifact and retained his power by cruel methods, but objectively he was a genius!
Yi Chengsheng didn’t dare take the hit directly; several streaks of cold light flashed across his body as he instantly sidestepped.
Boom!!
Great Demon’s nine-headed dragon ultimate struck the floating city behind Yi Chengsheng.
The defensive formation on the city’s surface was torn open, the metal wall behind it shattered on the spot, and the remaining force burst into the city, wreaking havoc that sent people flying and left many dead or injured.
Hua Wuyan watched the bloodshed and sighed.
Li Wentian’s expression remained blank as he quietly lifted a fist, observing his opponents and preparing to act.
Yi Chengsheng roared.
“Hua Wuyan! You started this fight, so don’t blame us for retaliating! East, South, West, North! Four city lords! Come quickly and aid me!!”
From four directions came four streaks of light.
They swept across the sky, leaving ripples in space behind them.
These were the other four Martial Gods from the Ancient Wasteland Secret Realm, each serving as city lord of the east, south, west, and north. The five city lords held equal status in the realm.
After arriving, they tried to claim the moral high ground.
“Hua Wuyan! We intended to resolve the Path to Immortality’s ownership through low-grade cultivator duels, but you let Demonic Cultivators slaughter people! Don’t blame us for defending ourselves!”
Before Hua Wuyan could respond, Chen Yi stood on the ground and his voice pierced the sky.
“Defending yourselves? Sounds nice. Before you strike back, can you answer one question first?”
Yi Chengsheng’s eyes searched the ground and saw Chen Yi walking slowly.
“A mere Spirit Condensation realm, you have no right to speak here!”
Chen Yi adjusted his aura, restoring it to Martial God level.
“Is that better?”
Yi Chengsheng was a bit stunned.
A Martial God’s divine sense strength is very high; he had never been mistaken when probing another’s realm, even against another Martial God.
“What do you want to ask?”
“What is your relationship with Blood Moon?”
Chen Yi spoke startlingly.
Hua Wuyan, Shen Yang, Great Demon, Li Wentian, and the others all turned to look at him.
Li Wentian was puzzled.
“Chen Yi, why would you say that?”
The four Martial Gods who had entered with Chen Yi were not from the same era. When they heard the name “Blood Moon,” all of them reacted, which implied something: Blood Moon had persisted through the ages.
Yi Chengsheng and the other four city lords exchanged glances and snorted in derision.
“Blood Moon? Never heard of them!”
Chen Yi pointed to the floating city above.
“You all use a kind of ‘Rune Dao.’ As far as I know, that path doesn’t exist in the human world, but I’ve seen Blood Moon members use it.
So what is your relationship with Blood Moon?
Is Blood Moon’s true base in the Ancient Wasteland Secret Realm?
Or are you Blood Moon yourselves?”
Where had Chen Yi seen this?
Remember how Li Lingyue died in the Fourth Simulation?
The Blood Moon tried to assassinate Chen Yi and seize the Great Dao Immortal Artifact. They sent ten Martial Kings and two Martial Saints in succession.
They wore matching dark red light armor and identical black masks marked with a blood-colored crescent moon.
Li Lingyue fought them with her fragmented Faith Dao power, killing ten Martial Kings and one Martial Saint, but she lost her life in the process.
At that time, whether it was Chen Yi or Li Lingyue or the pile of treasures in Chen Yi’s hands, all had been on the defensive.
Those Martial Kings and Martial Saints used that strange script and possessed many unpredictable abilities, including quickly sealing a Great Dao Immortal Artifact until it became scrap.
When it came to inside knowledge, Shen Yang had absolute authority.
“Right, the rune-based path popular in this Ancient Wasteland Realm has never appeared outside, and nobody else understands it,” Great Demon snorted coldly.
“No! It has appeared!”
Shen Yang’s curiosity peaked.
“You saw it?”
“When I was still alive, a few Blood Moon assassins tried to kill me. They used this power back then! I almost died at their hands!”
Now everyone understood.
Why had Great Demon, such a big shot, been so reckless and unleashed a major move? Because he too had suspected these people might be Blood Moon and had been attacked by them.
Does he need evidence? As a Demonic Cultivator, suspicion is evidence enough!
Yi Chengsheng wore a mocking expression.
“You say this Blood Moon of yours — they use ‘divine marks’ — don’t call them runes or strange writing. They’re called ‘divine marks.’
They use divine marks, we use them too, so does that make us Blood Moon?
Ridiculous!
Besides, so what if it is Blood Moon? What then?”
Hua Wuyan usually had a kind expression, but now a chill entered her voice.
“Blood Moon is an assassin organization. People think they take jobs for pay, helping employers kill.
In fact, that’s only a mask for their true purpose.
Blood Moon’s real victims are many of the human realm’s prodigies.
Either those who haven’t yet matured but possess extraordinary talent,
or those already grown who stand a chance of breaking into the Later Martial Path!
Blood Moon has existed for so long that its origins are lost to time.
All I know is, when the Human Emperor’s Palace existed, Blood Moon did little.
After the Human Emperor’s Palace collapsed, Blood Moon’s actions became frequent...”

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