727: Chapter 727 Baby, why did you kill me!

As the two just stepped into the Ruined Battlefield, a wave of destructive and bloody aura rushed toward them!

That aura was even more intense and violent than what they had felt outside.

It was as if they were standing in the middle of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

True Qi shimmered around their bodies, forming a Qi-blood barrier in front of them.

Qin Yan's barrier swirled with three-colored light, while Jiang Li's barrier was golden; the barriers easily blocked this aura.

A Qi-blood barrier from a Rank 6 Peak Martial Artist was more than enough to withstand these residual auras.

The two looked around and could see some Martial Artists scattered about.

The strength of these Martial Artists was generally low, with most being at the Third or Fourth Rank.

They were in groups of three or five, or acting alone.

However, one must never underestimate these Martial Artists.

You must know that the entrance ticket to the Ruined Battlefield is a Sixth-Rank resource. A Sixth-Rank resource is nothing to a Sixth-Rank Martial Artist, but for Third or Fourth Rank Martial Artists, it is a huge sum of money.

Low-rank Martial Artists who can produce a Sixth-Rank resource are obviously mostly children of wealthy families, brought here by their elders for training.

Ordinary Loose Cultivators simply do not have that kind of financial power.

"Let's continue deeper; there is nothing of high value in this outer area," Qin Yan said, looking into the distance.

This place is the outermost edge of the Ruined Battlefield, close to the gate, and is a safe zone, but it won't have anything good.

The real Opportunity, Legacy, and treasures are all deeper inside.

Only those Martial Artists with low strength who lack the ability to go deeper will try their luck on the periphery.

Jiang Li nodded and smiled lightly, "As you wish."

Subsequently, the two flew toward the inner area of the Ruined Battlefield.

The further they flew inside, the stronger the Martial Artists they could see became.

Third and Fourth Rank Martial Artists became fewer, while Fifth and Sixth-Rank Martial Artists became more numerous.

As they continued to delve deeper, the destructive aura in the air became increasingly dense, and the bloody aura grew heavier; those low-rank Martial Artists on the outermost edge could no longer withstand this pressure and stopped one after another.

Only those stronger Fifth and Sixth-Rank Martial Artists could continue to advance toward the depths.

In the air, one could still faintly hear the words of these Martial Artists; voices drifted from all directions—some excited, some angry, some sad, some desperate.

"Haha, I found a Hundred-Pattern spirit weapon!" a Martial Artist's voice came from afar, full of excitement.

A Hundred-Pattern spirit weapon is also a quite good weapon for a Sixth-Rank Martial Artist, and it is worth a lot.

Being able to pick one up here counts as a not-insignificant harvest.

"This is Golden Ray Whip Intent, a Fourth-Rank Whip Intent; line up to comprehend it, don't be impatient," another voice rang out, carrying a hint of authority.

A Fourth-Rank Whip Intent is an Opportunity that is hard to come by for Martial Artists who Cultivate whip techniques. Comprehending it can significantly increase battle power.

However, not all voices were filled with joy.

"Ah—Baby, why did you kill me!" a man's voice rang out, full of disbelief.

Qin Yan and Jiang Li looked toward the sound and saw a young man not far away, looking down at his own chest, which had been pierced by a spirit weapon sword. Blood dripped along the blade, blooming into blood flowers on the dark red ground.

His face was full of shock and confusion as he looked at the familiar figure in front of him, unable to believe that she would strike at him.

"If this bottle of Qi-Opening Medicinal Pills is all given to me, my strength will be greatly improved. Baby, go in peace; I will take your share of the Medicinal Pill for you."

The woman pulled the spirit weapon sword from the man's chest, her face devoid of any guilt, instead carrying a hint of justification.

Upon hearing this, the man was overcome with rage, his face flushed, and his lips trembled; he wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything at all.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

He could never have imagined that the person he trusted the most would stab him in the back when he was least prepared.

Then, he closed his eyes. His body fell limply to the ground, and he had no more breath.

Qin Yan and Jiang Li, in mid-air, saw many similar scenes.

There were brothers stabbing each other in the back for resources—the two had originally come together, fighting together, searching together, and sharing their harvest. But when a precious treasure appeared, the brotherhood instantly collapsed. They turned their blades against each other, becoming enemies. The winner took everything, while the loser lay on the ground, dying with unclosed eyes.

There were boyfriends stabbed in the back by their girlfriends—just like that scene just now. Sweet words and vows of eternal love were worthless in the face of profit. One second they were "Baby," the next they were turning blades against each other.

There were clashes between two major forces—dozens of people fighting in a melee, blades flashing, blood splattering everywhere. One side was children of a Family, and the other were Disciples of a Sect. They were engaged in a life-and-death struggle on these ruins to fight for the ownership of a Domain.

There was the excitement after successfully obtaining resources—a Martial Artist was hugging a Spirit Medicine, smiling from ear to ear. His companions surrounded him, their eyes full of envy and jealousy. Who knows how long this joy will last.

These scenes made people sigh.

The Martial Arts world is just that cruel. The weak are prey to the strong, and only the fittest survive.

Here, there is no law, no morality, no right or wrong, only profit.

For a Medicinal Pill, one can kill a companion; for a spirit weapon, one can betray a brother; for a ruin, one can fight to the death.

However, both of them were firm-willed individuals, and after a slight sigh, they continued on their way.

...

The outer area of the Ruined Battlefield is very large, spanning hundreds of miles.

By the time night fell, the two still had not reached the inner area.

Having flown for a day, the two were also somewhat exhausted.

Thus, they decided to take a rest and wait until the next day to continue their journey.

After all, once they reached the inner area, they were very likely to encounter Grandmaster, or even Great Grandmaster powerhouses. The strength of those powerhouses far exceeded theirs, and once a conflict occurred, they had to maintain ample stamina to cope with it.

So, the two found a relatively safe place and began to rest on the spot.

Qin Yan found a flat stone and sat down cross-legged.

He closed his eyes and circulated his Cultivation Technique. The consumed stamina recovered rapidly.

After resting for only a moment, Qin Yan had finished adjusting.

His True Qi capacity was already astonishing, and coupled with the Indestructible Blood Demon Body, he possessed a recovery speed far exceeding those of the same rank.

The stamina that others needed half an hour to recover, he could recover in a quarter of an hour.

Subsequently, he picked up his long spear and began to train.

With the moyuan spirit weapon in hand, he brandished his long spear, creating layers of spear shadows.

Qin Yan practiced his Spear Technique over and over again, putting his full strength into every strike.

As the long spear moved, the gray-black Destruction Spear Intent faintly began to harmonize with the surrounding environment.

The destructive aura within the Ruined Battlefield began to converge toward Qin Yan.

(This title is interesting, hehe~~~)