300: Total annihilation! The level of the hundred-person sacrifice skyrockets.

Asura Purgatory Realm.

This was a shattered fragment of space.

The sky displayed a sickly dark red hue, with no sun, only countless torn spatial rifts resembling mouths waiting to feed. The ground was scorched, barren soil, with continuous desolate mountains resembling charred skeletons.

"Hum—"

A teleportation light pillar descended.

Lu Sheng, hands in his pockets, stepped out from the light pillar.

The soil underfoot was unnaturally soft, a texture unique to being soaked in blood for countless years.

"So this is the so-called purgatory?"

Lu Sheng glanced around, nostrils flaring as he caught a scent that made one's mouth water... the smell of humans.

In the air, dense killing intent intertwined like a spider's web.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Hundreds of streaks of light shot out almost the moment he landed, from behind withered mountains and within rifts in all directions.

It wasn't an ambush.

It was a long-prepared encirclement.

Three hundred sixty degrees, without a single blind spot.

These people wore various Sect uniforms: purple-robed Sword Cultivators from the Zixiao Sword Sect, blue-robed mages from Tianhai City, and remnants of the Mountain Moving Sect's Body Cultivators.

A full three hundred and twenty people.

All Spirit Ancestor-level experts, among whom were even a dozen half-step Spirit Kings deliberately suppressing their auras.

What kind of random grouping was this?

This was a meticulously woven net, designed solely to trap and kill one person.

"Lu Sheng!"

Directly ahead, a long-bearded Elder carrying seven ancient swords stood in mid-air, his Sword Intent chillingly sharp.

He was the Grand Elder of the Zixiao Sword Sect, who had willingly suppressed his cultivation to infiltrate the preliminaries just to kill Lu Sheng.

"Today, this Asura Realm will be your burial ground!"

The Elder shouted fiercely, eyes blazing with hatred: "Fellow Cultivators, Kunlun has decreed that with this beast's head, one may exchange for the qualification to cultivate in the inner Sect of the Holy Land! Attack!!"

"Kill!!"

Roars shattered the crimson clouds filling the sky.

Hundreds of experts attacked simultaneously, creating an extremely spectacular scene.

Flying Swords rained down like a storm, thunder transformed into giant serpents, flames burned through the Void Realm, and countless gravity runes and curse secrets blanketed the sky as they fell.

The multicolored glow of spirit sources illuminated the dim purgatory Realm as brightly as day.

The space within a ten-mile radius instantly collapsed, leaving not even an ant alive.

Facing this firepower coverage sufficient to level a small mountain range.

Lu Sheng stood in place, not only not dodging but lazily yawning.

"Quite the commotion."

He glanced at those ferocious faces, the corner of his mouth curling into a mocking arc.

"Pity, they're all rather unnutritious feed."

After speaking.

He sat down cross-legged right before everyone's eyes.

As if tired, wanting to rest for a moment in his own backyard.

"Seeking death!!"

Seeing Lu Sheng so arrogant, the Purple Heaven Elder grew even more furious, merging his seven swords into one, forming a hundred-meter-long purple sword rainbow that shot straight at Lu Sheng's brow.

"Boom rumble————!!!"

A destructive energy torrent instantly swallowed Lu Sheng's figure.

The earth cracked, dust billowing into the sky.

"Success?"

A Cultivator from Tianhai City showed a pleased expression; such firepower would strip even a mid-tier Spirit King of a layer of skin if they endured it head-on.

However.

The next second.

Everyone's expressions froze on their faces.

The dust cleared.

No flesh and blood flying, no screams.

Lu Sheng remained sitting cross-legged, not a single hair out of place.

Behind his head, that dazzlingly brilliant [Five Elements Life-Extinction Wheel] was slowly rotating.

Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth.

As the five-colored divine light flowed, it formed a perfect closed-loop black hole.

Those attacks capable of destroying heaven and earth, upon touching the light wheel, vanished like mud into the sea, not stirring the slightest ripple.

"Sizzle..."

A grating sound of devouring arose.

Sword Qi was shredded into metal elements, thunderfire transformed into fire energy, earth and stone curses all turned into the most primitive nutrients.

Lu Sheng closed his eyes, brows relaxed, as if enjoying a top-tier Massage.

[Ding! High-intensity Five Elements attacks detected!]

[Conversion successful! spirit source +3000!]

[spirit source +5000!]

[spirit source value skyrocketing... Current level: 31 (85%)...]

On the data panel, the previously stagnant experience bar began to crawl forward at a visible pace.

"Is that all?"

Lu Sheng opened one eye, looking at the dumbfounded enemies around him, shaking his head with some dissatisfaction.

"Didn't eat? Put more effort into it."

"That fire guy earlier, raise the temperature a bit more; I still have some chill to expel."

"And that sword guy, don't just aim for the head; come here, add some metal Qi to the Five Elements Wheel."

Utter humiliation.

"Devil... he's a devil!!"

A young Cultivator's mentality shattered, his Magic Treasure clattering to the ground.

They attacked with all their might, yet he treated it as an all-you-can-eat buffet?

What was the point of fighting!

"Stop! Stop attacking!!"

The Purple Heaven Elder also noticed something amiss, horrified to find that his slashed Sword Qi not only failed to harm Lu Sheng but instead caused the other's aura to rise steadily.

"He's absorbing our spirit sources to cultivate! Retreat! Retreat quickly!!"

The Elder roared, trying to back away.

"Retreat?"

Lu Sheng slowly opened both eyes.

Those originally pitch-black pupils had now completely turned into a lifeless gray-white.

The five-colored light wheel behind his head suddenly halted, then began rotating in reverse.

A terrifying suction force, desolate, domineering, allowing no prey to escape, erupted violently.

"Since the dishes are already on the table..."

Lu Sheng grinned, revealing a mouthful of pale fangs, the smile appearing especially ferocious under the dim red light.

"What sense does it make to let guests leave hungry?"

"Come to me... now!!"

Boom!!

[Five Elements Life-Extinction Wheel · Great Plunder!]

The Spiritual Qi within a thousand-mile radius was instantly drained.

The three hundred-plus Cultivators felt their spirit sources go out of control, their bodies sliding uncontrollably toward Lu Sheng.

"No!! My spirit source!!"

"Help! Elder, save me!!"

Screams rose one after another.

They were like insects stuck on a spider's web; no matter how they struggled, they could only watch as their painstakingly cultivated spiritual power transformed into streams of pure rainbows, forcibly devoured by that demon sitting cross-legged on the ground.

31st level Peak... broken through.

32nd level!

Lu Sheng's joints cracked loudly, a roaring sound like rushing rivers coming from within his body.

That was the cheer of overflowing power.

"Burp."

Lu Sheng let out a belch, casually patting his stomach.

The light wheel dissipated.

The suction force abruptly stopped.

The three hundred-plus Cultivators, drained pale and with fallen Realms, collapsed weakly on the ground, eyes vacant like broken dolls.

The Purple Heaven Elder leaned on a broken sword, trembling as he raised his head, eyes filled with despair and fear.

"You... you'll die a horrible death..."

"Kunlun... won't let you go..."

Lu Sheng slowly stood up.

He ignored the Elder's curse, merely straightening his collar casually, then looked down, gazing upon this group of now-useless waste.

"Whether Kunlun lets me go or not, I don't know."

Lu Sheng spoke faintly, voice hoarse, with a metallic grating quality.

"But I know, you definitely won't see it."

"Hmph."

A cold snort.

Light and casual, like clearing one's throat.

But the moment the sound echoed.

"Hum————!!"

A gray-white ripple, with Lu Sheng as the center, swept out in a ring.

That was the Origin of the [Primordial Desolate Heaven Dragon] — Desolation.

The ripple swept past.

Time seemed to freeze.

The despair on the Purple Heaven Elder's face solidified.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but his body instantly turned into countless tiny gray specks of dust.

Then the second, the third... "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Dense shattering sounds connected into one.

Three hundred and twenty experts, along with their Magic Treasures and clothing, disintegrated into a mist of blood before this power representing "termination."

One snort, clearing the field.

The world was finally quiet.

Lu Sheng stood amidst the blood rain drifting through the sky, expression indifferent.

He wasn't in a hurry to leave.

Because he had discovered something more interesting.

The exploded blood mist didn't dissipate or dry up.

As if drawn by some force, it all seeped into the scorched black soil beneath his feet.

"Gulp... gulp..."

The ground began to squirm, emitting greedy swallowing sounds.

As if an invisible mouth hidden underground was feasting on this gluttonous banquet.

Lu Sheng narrowed his eyes, activating [Dragon Eyes].

His vision penetrated the thick soil layer, reaching a hundred meters deep underground.

The next second.

Even with Lu Sheng's thick nerves, his pupils slightly contracted.

Underground, there were no rocks, no mineral veins.

Only bones.

Endless, densely packed, pale white skeletons, piled layer upon layer, constructing a massive, suffocating — altar.

Every bone was carved with eerie runes, greedily absorbing the blood seeping down from above.

And at the very center of that altar, something seemed to be enshrined, emitting an aura that even the Desolate Dragon Origin within Lu Sheng found repulsive.

That was... a scent of decay older than the abyss.

"This is the Kunlun Grand Competition?"

Lu Sheng withdrew his gaze, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold smile.

"This isn't a competition at all..."

"This is clearly tricking a bunch of fools into coming... to feed the pigs."

He didn't touch the altar.

It wasn't time yet.

Lu Sheng turned, walking toward the already opened teleportation exit... Kunlun, White Jade Plaza.

On the giant screen, the originally densely packed [Asura Purgatory Group] list all turned gray within three seconds.

Only one name remained, shining alone, emitting a glaring golden light.

[Dengxian Island — Lu Sheng: Advanced].

"Swish!"

The teleportation gate rippled.

Lu Sheng, hands in his pockets, stepped out.

The originally noisy and chaotic plaza instantly fell into deathly silence.

Tens of thousands of eyes fixed on that unscathed young man.

Those Sect Elders who had originally come to watch the spectacle now turned pale, throats as if choked with fish bones.

Three hundred-plus people... all gone?

Not even the time it takes for an incense stick to burn?

On the high platform.

Several Kunlun Elders responsible for presiding abruptly stood up, eyes sinisterly fixed on Lu Sheng, the teacups in their hands crushed to pieces.

Lu Sheng ignored the surrounding gazes of terror or hatred.

He raised his head, looking toward the direction of Kunlun's main Peak, where Dao Yi was located.