Chapter 610: Chapter 610: The Core
Upon hearing his brother’s words, a woman from another powerful faction immediately stepped forward with an angry glare.
However, just as she was about to take her steps, someone beside her held her back, shaking their head in despair and saying, "Elder Liu, don’t."
"But..."
Having endured humiliation for some time, Elder Liu was clearly reluctant.
Yet, when she looked into the eyes of those around her, she finally fell silent. The arrogance ebbed away.
Seeing this, the brother laughed coldly and tauntingly said, "Does Illusion Sect’s Liu Xuan think what I said is wrong? Hahaha! Oh, by the way, your clan leader is now under our clan leader’s control. If you’re jealous, I can help submit a request to our clan leader for you."
As he spoke, this brother boldly walked up to Mr. Liu, a raging ferocity on his face, ready to make a move.
Faced with this man’s outstretched hand, Old Liu held his breath, trembling, not daring to dodge even for a second.
The others were similarly angered but utterly powerless.
Bang!
At that moment, a thunderous crash rang out, and a shadow suddenly descended from the sky, landing right in front of the brother.
"What the..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the brother, who was poised to harm Mr. Liu, was directly smashed by the shadow into a pool of blood and flesh on the ground.
Only then did everyone see clearly—what had fallen from the sky was another person!
This man wore a blood-red robe lined with golden trim, his face pale with terror, gasping desperately. It turned out to be Xin Atu, a core member of the Blood Refining Clan.
"Brother Li!"
Suddenly, disciples from the Blood Refining Sect erupted in cries, recognizing the man immediately!
Li Yuan, the only son of Li Haisheng, an elder of the Blood Refining Clan and a significant figure of real authority!
Is he... dead?
How could that be?
However, compared to the disciples of the Blood Fusion Sect, the disciples of other factions, even those who had reached their robbery period, were even more shocked!
Because Li Yuan’s corpse had fallen from the heavens, directly smashing the unruly disciple who’d disrespected Elder Liu into a bloody mess. Yet, even so, Li Yuan’s body itself remained completely intact!
What sort of overwhelming power could achieve this?
Terror gripped the crowd—none of the powerful factions present could pull off such a feat!
More importantly, who in this underground palace would dare provoke a member of the Blood Fusion Sect?
Thinking of this, everyone subconsciously looked up at the sky.
What they saw was a clear sky, which suddenly became shrouded in dark clouds.
At first, it was merely dim, but soon it grew completely pitch-black. Layers upon layers of black clouds gathered in the heavens, thick enough to block the magical effects conjured by the magicians of the surrounding factions.
Amid those dark clouds, the roaring of thunder grew increasingly violent. In an instant, it felt as though the end of the world was at hand!
Then, a streak of black lightning appeared, revealing first a black shoe, then a black sleeve, followed by a swirling hemline forming a pitch-black robe. Gradually, a figure came into view.
A young man clad in black with jet-black hair and a cold, expressionless face appeared above them, gazing down with indifference.
Under the young man’s icy stare, for reasons unknown, even the strongest cultivators who had crossed great tribulations could not shake off an overwhelming sense of dread. They held their breaths, not daring to meet his gaze!
The young man’s indifferent eyes swept across the crowd below, before he stood high above them, spreading his arms slowly as he commanded: "Mo Huan, come out and face death."
Who was this man?
Was it really him who had slain the heir of the Blood Refining Clan?
How could he dare to do such a thing?
Did he not know the terrifying power of the Blood Refining Clan?
And who was Mo Huan?
He was the clan leader of the Blood Fusion Sect—the most fearsome monster alive!
What’s more, Mo Huan wasn’t just anyone—he was a Half-step Mahayana cultivator.
Someone standing just one step away from entering the Immortal World!
Who would dare to provoke such a figure?
Gazing at the young man in black standing arrogantly in the sky, Elder Liu Xuan of the Phantom Sect felt extremely conflicted.
But at the same time, a faint sliver of hope stirred within her heart!
After all, the black-clad young man in the sky exuded an overwhelming presence!
Though Liu Xuan couldn’t discern his cultivation level, she knew that he far surpassed her own strength.
To dare openly challenge Mo Huan—could he truly have no trump card?
Even as this thought crossed her mind, she noticed others who had endured massive tribulations shaking their heads slightly, while some continued with their mundane tasks as though the events unfolding weren’t worth the attention.
The provocations of the black-clad youth in the sky seemed to be regarded as insignificant.
One of the individuals who had bullied Liu Xuan earlier sighed and remarked, "Courageous, yes, but utterly foolish."
Foolish? What did he mean by that? Liu Xuan frowned, her confusion deepening.
"What do you mean by that? Explain yourself!" she pressed.
He shook his head and replied, "Mo Huan is a Half-step Mahayana cultivator—who can challenge him? Moreover, don’t forget the remnants of ancient battles. They alone weaken any opposition. Isn’t that enough to understand?"
"But... if he dares to stand against Mo Huan, perhaps..." Liu Xuan murmured, though even to herself, the idea seemed laughable.
Rely on what?
What foundation could one possibly have to triumph over a Half-step Mahayana? Defeating someone of Mahayana caliber in the Immortal World was unlikely, if not impossible!
The young man in the sky appeared brash and arrogant—likely no more than a century into his cultivation journey. Moreover, throughout the entire Ghost World’s history, Mahayana ascension was something accomplished by only a rare few.
It was a realm of impossibility!
But that wasn’t the sole reason for Liu Xuan’s doubts. The true reason lay in the epic ancient battles within this underground palace.
During those battles of old, Mo Huan had stood as an invincible force!
Thinking this, Liu Xuan’s gaze darkened, her spirit sinking alongside her peers who had long undergone their tribulations. They shared a hopeless, silent despair.
If even the strongest cultivators from other factions were resigned to hopelessness, the disciples of the Blood Clan harbored a mixture of disdain and rage.
How dare he?
The Blood Fusion Sect was now the supreme magical faction!
Most important of all, even the most powerful individuals from other clans had to bow their heads before them!
Their Ancestor Sect was the most formidable in the world!
And yet here was a reckless youth who didn’t understand the immensity of heaven or earth, directly storming their gates, slaying their heir, and inciting the wrath of their clan leader!
To them, this was nothing short of suicide!
Moments later, countless disciples clad in blood-red robes materialized from every corner of the Blood Purification Organization, encircling the young man in black.
"Hahaha! Kid, will you surrender yourself, or shall we take you by force?"
"What is wrong with this brat? He dares seek death by opposing our clan!"
"Death is too merciful—capture him alive, strip his powers, and enslave him forever for our clan!"
The Wenxue disciples surrounding the black-clad youth jeered, one after another, showing no signs of placing him in their eyes.
Of course, this wasn’t because they underestimated his strength but because, over the years, they had grown accustomed to dominating others—slaying rogue cultivators and enslaving monstrous beasts alike.
This ingrained arrogance made them scoff at this young black-robed youth!
Unfortunately for them, the youth before them was not just another desperate rogue from some distant faction.
No—he was Yang Tian, a Mahayana monk!
The living myth of this era, carrying every fragment of the Devil’s memories and inheritance!