Chapter 67 December 13th (Part 2)

[As the newly appointed cult leader, 'Tianxin', was pinned to the ground.]

[This so-called ambush had, in fact, already ended.]

[Grandmaster Zhao Zongtian hovered in mid-air, casting a cold glance at the two heads in his hands.]

["Bang! Bang!"]

[He clenched both hands suddenly.]

[Those two heads belonging to Soaring Realm Experts instantly exploded, turning into a mist of blood that slowly drifted down.]

[He took a deep breath, seemingly savoring the scent of blood.]

[Immediately after, Grandmaster Zhao Zongtian opened his hands.]

[The two dimensional secret treasures that had been hovering in front of Liu Xiyue and you...]

[...seemed to be struck by an irresistible suction, instantly breaking away from their original trajectories.]

[Two clusters of golden Essence Qi enveloped them, flying rapidly into Grandmaster Zhao Zongtian's hands.]

["Merge!"]

[Grandmaster Zhao Zongtian pressed his hands together in the air, and the two golden light clusters merged into one.]

[Then, he reached out a finger and lightly hooked something within the light cluster.]

["Screech—!"]

[Two shrill screams erupted from the stamens.]

[Two blood crystals emitting an ominous red light, along with a blood-red Karma line connected to the Void Realm...]

[...were forcibly extracted by him from the dimensional secret treasures.]

[Those were the Two-Life Blood Soul Demons hidden inside, as well as the backdoors left by the cult.]

[Having dealt with these, Grandmaster Zhao Zongtian casually left the golden light cluster containing the two purified dimensional secret treasures suspended in mid-air.]

[In the next instant, he flickered and appeared before 'Tianxin', who was pinned to the ground.]

[The newly appointed leader of the Heart-Eroding Cult now had disheveled hair.]

[Black blood flowed from a massive hole in his abdomen, and his eyes were filled with fear and malice.]

["You... you are Grandmaster Zhao Zongtian?! How could you be here?!" Tianxin shrieked.]

[Grandmaster Zhao Zongtian did not answer, expressionlessly grabbing Tianxin's head with one hand.]

[Soul Search!]

[Terrifying Divine Thought instantly surged into Tianxin's Sea of Consciousness, forcibly flipping through his memories.]

[Tianxin's body convulsed violently, eyes rolling back as he foamed at the mouth.]

[However, as the Soul Search progressed, Grandmaster Zhao Zongtian's brow furrowed tighter and tighter.]

[His expression grew increasingly grim, even taking on a layer of frost.]

["Hmph! A Restriction is set?"]

[Grandmaster Zhao Zongtian snorted coldly, seemingly failing to find the core secrets he wanted.]

[He released his hand and pulled out a simple yet exquisite parchment scroll from somewhere.]

[It looked very similar to the one the Masked Man used in the last simulation, but its aura was more ancient and profound.]

[He unfurled the parchment, spreading it beneath Tianxin's suspended body.]

[Then, he pulled out the golden Essence Qi spear.]

["Puchi!"]

[Losing his support, Tianxin immediately collapsed onto the parchment.]

[Black blood gushed from the hole in his abdomen, instantly soaking the parchment.]

["Since you won't speak, then let your master speak."]

[Grandmaster Zhao Zongtian grabbed the red Karma line he had just extracted and activated a Divine Ability.]

["Sacrifice!"]

[The parchment, gorged on the blood of a Mountain-Sea Realm expert, glowed with an eerie blood-red light, and the runes upon it seemed to come alive.]

[They began to writhe and struggle frantically, as if trying to resist, yet were forced to yield to the Great Grandmaster's will.]

[Tianxin's body began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye.]

[His blood, Essence Qi, and even his Soul seemed to be sucked away by an invisible pump.]

[In just a few seconds, a Mountain-Sea Realm Grandmaster had turned into a dried corpse.]

["Buzz—"]

[Just then, the space above the dried corpse distorted.]

[A massive, bloodshot red eyeball abruptly squeezed out from the Void Realm.]

[It was a projection of the 'Myriad Ages Pure Eye Burning Body God'!]

[The pupil within the eyeball spun once, carrying infinite evil and chaos, before finally locking onto Grandmaster Zhao Zongtian.]

[At this moment, time seemed to freeze once again.]

[Three seconds.]

[They only locked eyes for three seconds.]

[In those three seconds, an incomprehensibly vast intent could be felt clashing and communicating between the two.]

[Grandmaster Zhao Zongtian's expression shifted from solemnity to shock, and finally into a towering rage.]

["Bastards! You dare?!"]

[Having seemingly learned some news from the evil god, Grandmaster Zhao Zongtian was utterly incensed.]

["Get back!"]

[He waved his hand, and his golden Essence Qi transformed into a giant palm that blotted out the sun, slamming down on the eyeball.]

["Bang!"]

[The eyeball instantly burst into a mist of blood, and along with the dried corpse and parchment on the ground, was completely annihilated under this palm strike.]

[Having done all this, Grandmaster Zhao Zongtian's chest heaved violently; he was clearly beyond furious.]

[He turned around and snatched the hovering light cluster from across the air.]

[With a flicker, he arrived before you, who were still in a state of stasis.]

["Snap!"]

[Grandmaster Zhao Zongtian shook his hand, vibrating away the bloodstains until it was perfectly clean, then slapped it heavily onto your shoulder.]

["Wake up!"]

[A gentle force surged into your body.]

[You took a sharp, deep breath, returning to reality from that suffocating sensation of clouded senses and powerlessness.]

["Huff... huff..."]

[Though you didn't vomit or faint, you were still drenched in a cold sweat.]

[Propping yourself up with your hands on your knees, you gasped for air, your heart pounding wildly.]

[Is this the pressure of the Shentong Realm... truly terrifying.]

[Just as you were about to offer your thanks, you noticed that the look in Grandmaster Zhao Zongtian's eyes had changed.]

[The previous admiration and closeness were gone, replaced by an extreme coldness and detachment.]

[There was even a hint of... wariness?]

["Kid, Li Ang."]

[Grandmaster Zhao Zongtian took the light cluster containing the two dimensional secret treasures...]

[...and along with an ancient book, casually tossed them in front of you.]

["I don't know who is standing behind you, nor do I know what role you are playing in this game of chess."]

[The old man's voice was as cold as ice.]

["These are the rewards you deserve."]

["Take them, and look out for yourself."]

[Having said that, he ignored you.]

[He slowly flew over to the other three people standing on the frozen lake.]

["Crack! Crack!"]

[Without any nonsense, he waved his hand and broke Principal Liao Xianyu's limbs from a distance.]

[Principal Liao Xianyu had also returned to normal. After being dazed for a few seconds...]

[...he felt the intense pain from his limbs and immediately understood his current situation.]

[He didn't scream, nor did he beg for mercy.]

[He knelt on the ice, covered in cold sweat, but his face showed a sense of relief and liberation instead.]

[He slowly looked up at Grandmaster Zhao Zongtian in the air, a flash of guilt in his eyes.]

["Great Grandmaster... I colluded with the cult and persecuted my own students. I deserve ten thousand deaths."]

["Please, Great Grandmaster, grant me death!"]

["Thud!"]

[He slammed his head hard against the ice, letting out a dull thud as blood stained the frozen surface.]

[Grandmaster Zhao Zongtian looked down at him from above, his eyes without a trace of emotion.]

["As you wish."]

[He placed his hand on Principal Liao Xianyu's crown.]

[With a burst of energy, Principal Liao Xianyu's body instantly went limp, slumping onto the ice as his life force was severed.]

[Then, he also released the bindings on Liu Xiyue and Wu Changhe.]

[Wu Changhe was, after all, a Kaiyuan Realm Expert; he stumbled a few steps before steadying himself, looking at the carnage around him with a dazed expression.]

[But Liu Xiyue didn't have it so easy.]

[She collapsed directly onto the ground, her face pale, and began to dry heave violently.]

[Grandmaster Zhao Zongtian paid them no mind.]

[He took one last deep look at you standing in the distance, his gaze complex and inscrutable.]

[Then, he transformed into a golden streak of light, instantly piercing through the clouds and flying into the distance.]

[Today, Great Grandmaster Zhao's mood seemed to have reached its absolute lowest point.]