201: Sealing the door

Dikin remained noncommittal to Britt's inquiry.

He turned his head to look at the Ascension Tower. "Aren't you going in? As a fellow Western Martial Artist, I'll give you a piece of advice.

The Ascension Tower has been dormant for countless years, and the remaining Origin is limited... it's not enough for many people to complete the Ritual."

"Is that so? Well, thanks then," Britt said with a smile.

He was still in no hurry, testing the waters: "Since you've already offended them, why not just kill them?"

Dikin nodded. "That makes sense... you go kill them.

A mere Commander and an Inspector—the Zhenwu Bureau shouldn't make a big fuss over that."

Britt didn't take the bait. "Haha... if you're worried about retaliation from the Zhenwu Bureau, how about joining our Supreme Temple?"

"And then spend my days hiding like you?" Dikin was unmoved. "What can you people even give me?"

"I know you have grand dreams... for instance, you seem to have taken in quite a few students? All of them are Westerners... our Supreme Temple..."

Before Britt could finish his sentence, Dikin's cold gaze swept over him.

An incomparable sense of pressure bore down; his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by a giant hand, ready to explode at any moment!

Britt's face flushed deep red, veins bulged on his forehead, and his body began to hunch over.

Eighth Realm! It was definitely the Eighth Realm!

He couldn't even withstand a single glance!

"I... have no ill intent! I am also... a Westerner!" Britt said with great difficulty. "Our stances... are the same!"

Seemingly moved by those words, the pressure gradually dissipated, and Britt's heart began to beat once more.

He didn't dare say anything else, lowering his head as he said, "My apologies..."

He then hurried toward the Ascension Tower... though a flash of undisguised resentment flickered in the depths of Britt's eyes.

Damned native, how dare he humiliate him like this. If he completed the Ritual as well, he would definitely... Although many people had entered the Ascension Tower, many Martial Artists still lingered outside.

It wasn't until they heard Dikin say that there wasn't much Origin left in the Ascension Tower that another group entered. Yet, from the distance, more people were still constantly arriving!

Chu Yuan even spotted an acquaintance... or at least, someone he could call an acquaintance.

Xiao Li from the Day of Vengeance.

Chu Yuan was puzzled. Wasn't he in Great Qin? How did he end up on the Western Continent too?

He couldn't have followed him here, could he?

Upon seeing the trapped Chu Yuan and Feng Zhao, Xiao Li's expression flickered with uncertainty, and he immediately stopped at a distance.

"You know him?" Feng Zhao followed Chu Yuan's gaze.

"Yeah, he's from the Day of Vengeance... his courage is terrifyingly small," Chu Yuan nodded.

Or rather, one could say he was terrifyingly cautious!

Back when Chu Yuan killed Tong Han, Xiao Li didn't even have the desire to exchange blows with him. He had immediately suggested that they stay out of each other's way... and then promptly fled.

At that time, Chu Yuan hadn't even reached the Golden Core Late Stage... Did he feel that Great Qin was no longer safe and ran straight to the Western Continent?

And now he was at the Ascension Tower, yet he wasn't going in, just watching from the side... what was he after? Was he just here to watch the show?

In any case, Chu Yuan had never seen such a cowardly Seventh Realm Martial Artist... Feng Zhao didn't pay it much mind, only saying worriedly, "Chu Yuan... what do you think Dikin is actually trying to do?"

Not long ago, he had even taken the initiative to help resolve the ambush. How could he turn hostile so suddenly?

"I don't know. Regardless, I can't break through this thing."

Even if he did break it, he probably wouldn't be a match for Dikin... Chu Yuan didn't feel like bothering with it.

Since Dikin had only trapped them and showed no intention of attacking, and Chu Yuan wasn't particularly interested in the Ascension Tower anyway... he would just wait until things actually came to blows.

They waited for nearly an hour.

Until figures appeared once more within that scorching sun in the sky!

This time, it wasn't just two like before, but a dense mass—at a glance, there were dozens of figures!

The Martial Artists still watching from the outside all perked up, waiting for the results... a figure was ejected, hunched and shriveled, with tattered rags hanging off his body... he let out a roar and charged toward Dikin in mid-air!

But before he could even get close, Dikin pointed a finger, and the figure's body disintegrated!

A Desolate Demon... another figure appeared... still a Desolate Demon!

One Desolate Demon after another was kicked out by the disk, like buckets of cold water being poured over the hearts of the crowd outside the tower.

Dikin didn't kill every Desolate Demon he saw. If one ran out and didn't attack him but fled instead, he ignored them.

Until a figure shrouded in golden light emerged... Britt looked at his hands with a look of pleasant surprise; he felt that his very life essence had undergone a leap!

Everything between heaven and earth seemed to be at his beck and call! Laws, energy... was this the feeling of the Eighth Realm!?

He had made it! He had succeeded as well!

Seeing that there was finally a success, the people outside the tower became restless once again.

It was the same old thought: if others could succeed, why couldn't they?

He wasn't much stronger than them... perhaps those who failed just had bad luck?

Beyond that, many people felt the same as Feng Zhao—their Realms had been stagnant for too long! It had become almost unbearable!

Now that there was hope for a Breakthrough, even if it was dangerous... when was the path of martial arts ever without danger?

Even competing for martial resources carried risks!

Thus, another large group of people flew toward the gate at the base of the tower.

But just then, Britt slashed his hand downward, and an invisible, sharp Wind Slash struck before the gate of the Ascension Tower!

With a thunderous boom, a massive trench appeared!

Several Seventh Realm Martial Artists at the very front were caught in the aftermath, sent tumbling through the air and severely injured!

"Britt! What is the meaning of this!?"

"The meaning? Hmph, the Ascension Tower has been taken over by my Day of Vengeance!

No one else is allowed to enter!" Britt's lips curled into a smirk as he said languidly, "Of course, if you want to go in, you can... as long as you pay a price that satisfies me!"

Someone said indignantly, "Ridiculous! Do you think the Desolate Demon Secret Realm belongs to your family!?"

Britt actually nodded and said seriously, "That's right. Now... it's mine! Who has an objection?!"

...Inside the Light Pillar Cage, Chu Yuan said to Feng Zhao with a smile, "Look at these people. They don't know to fight for benefits early.

Are they waiting for those who ascend first to lead the rest?"

"..." Feng Zhao shook his head. "These Rebel Organizations are all like this. If there's any benefit, they can't wait to pocket it all for themselves."

In contrast, Great Qin was where the strong truly led the weak.

After all, the Ninth Realm was truly not enough. If they didn't cultivate a few more experts to band together, it would be their turn to suffer sooner or later... "Britt, you've gone too far!" Dikin spoke coldly, seemingly unable to stand it any longer.

Britt retorted sharply, "I've gone too far? Dikin, it's you who is foolish!"

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