204: Chapter 204 Blood Rain Tower? Never heard of it!

The entrance to the seventh floor.

A massive stone gate stood at the end of the valley, about ten zhang high and five zhang wide. The door frame was covered in dense, intricate runes, exuding an aura of antiquity and vicissitudes.

Behind the stone gate lay a deep, secluded passage leading to the higher levels of the Sacred Tower.

But at this moment, before the stone gate, a crimson figure stood with hands behind his back, like an insurmountable mountain, blocking everyone outside.

He wore a dark red robe with fine golden runes embroidered on the hem, which fluttered slightly in the blood-colored sunlight.

His long hair draped over his shoulders, and his face was so handsome it bordered on demonic. A pair of narrow, dark red eyes resembled two pools of blood, so deep that their bottom could not be seen.

Young Master Chisha — Ye Xuan.

He held a long sword as red as blood in his hand, its tip hanging toward the ground. The dark golden runes on the blade flowed slowly, emitting a heart-palpitating killing intent.

At his feet lay several corpses, scattered in disarray.

Among them were Disciples from the Burning Flame Ancient Land, the Tianxuan Sect, the Wanjian Sect, and a few Loose Cultivators.

Fresh blood stained the ground beneath his feet, gleaming with a dark red luster under the blood-colored sunlight.

Ye Xuan did not even glance at the corpses.

He simply stood before the stone gate with his hands behind his back, gazing indifferently at the shivering Cultivators in the distance, as if looking at a group of ants.

"Those who don't want to die, get out of the Sacred Tower yourselves!"

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

The voice was hoarse and carried a hint of laziness, yet it exuded an unattainable dominance.

In the distance, dozens of Cultivators gathered together, their faces pale and their bodies trembling.

Lie Yangzi from the Burning Flame Ancient Land stood at the very front. His red robe was covered in dust and bloodstains, and the hand gripping his Magical Artifact had bulging veins, his knuckles white from the grip.

On his left arm was a wound deep enough to see the bone, caused just moments ago by Ye Xuan's Sword Qi.

He was a Genius at the seventh level of the Dharma Image Realm, ranked in the top three among the younger generation of the Burning Flame Ancient Land, and was a renowned figure throughout the entire Southern Region.

Yet just now, in front of Ye Xuan, he hadn't even lasted three moves.

"Senior Brother Lie Yangzi, what should we do?" A Burning Flame Ancient Land Disciple beside him lowered his voice, his tone trembling.

Lie Yangzi gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with unwillingness and anger, yet he couldn't utter a single word.

What to do?

He didn't know what to do either.

Ye Xuan's strength was too great, so great it was despair-inducing.

He was at the Peak of the Dharma Image Realm, his Demonic Technique was treacherous and ruthless, and his swordsmanship was fierce to the extreme.

Just moments ago, over a dozen of them at the Dharma Image Realm had joined forces, yet they hadn't been able to injure Ye Xuan in the slightest. Instead, he had killed them one by one with each sword strike, leaving them utterly defeated.

"How about... how about we go back?" a Tianxuan Sect Disciple said with a trembling voice. "With him guarding it, we have no chance of entering the higher levels. Even the Elders wouldn't be able to say anything..."

"Go back?" Lie Yangzi sneered. "The people from the Tiansha Abyss want to claim the Quasi-Emperor's corpse. If they succeed, the entire Cangxuan will become the domain of the Tiansha Abyss!"

The Disciple opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

Just at this moment—

"Make way, make way."

A lazy voice came from behind the crowd.

Everyone turned to look and saw three figures walking out from the crowd.

The youth in the lead wore a dusty old robe and a bamboo hat on his head, covering most of his face.

Following him was a youth in green, his expression calm, holding a cyan long sword in his hand.

Bringing up the rear was a thin, gaunt young man wearing a dark red brocade robe, with a Core Disciple token from the Taotie Pavilion hanging at his waist.

They were none other than Shen Quan, Shen Chong, and Sun Buer.

"Who are you people?" Lie Yangzi frowned, his gaze sweeping over the three of them.

Fifth level of the Huahong Realm, seventh level of the Huahong Realm, second level of the Dharma Image Realm.

With such cultivation, they were not even as good as the weakest Disciple beside him, yet they dared to step forward?

Shen Quan adjusted his bamboo hat and grinned: "We're here to fight."

Lie Yangzi was stunned, then his expression darkened: "Are you crazy? Do you know who that is? Young Master Chisha of the Tiansha Abyss, at the Peak of the Dharma Image Realm! How is your cultivation level going up there any different from seeking death?"

"Exactly, exactly, don't cause trouble!"

"Hurry back! This is not a place you should be!"

Several Cultivators spoke up, their tones filled with impatience.

Shen Quan ignored them and simply strode towards the stone gate.

Shen Chong and Sun Buer followed behind, their steps steady and their expressions calm.

The three of them walked through the crowd, stepped over the scattered corpses, and stopped ten zhang in front of Ye Xuan.

The entire scene was deathly silent.

Everyone widened their eyes, staring fixedly at the three figures, their faces full of disbelief.

"They... they actually went up?"

"Lunatics! Absolute lunatics!"

"Challenging someone at the Peak of the Dharma Image Realm with Huahong Realm cultivation? Isn't that just courting death?"

Whispers rose one after another, and everyone's gaze toward the three of them was filled with sympathy.

Ye Xuan also noticed these three uninvited guests.

He lifted his narrow, dark red eyes, swept his gaze over the three, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly into an arc.

"Fifth level of the Huahong Realm, seventh level of the Huahong Realm, second level of the Dharma Image Realm."

He spoke word by word, his tone understated, as if reciting a string of insignificant numbers.

"Just based on this, you think you're worthy of standing before me?"

Shen Quan grinned, revealing a mouthful of eerie white teeth: "Whether we're worthy or not, we'll know after fighting."

The blood color in Ye Xuan's eyes deepened a few shades.

He didn't speak, merely raised the crimson long sword in his hand.

The dark golden runes on the sword suddenly lit up, and a killing intent, fierce to the extreme, permeated from the blade, spreading in all directions as if it were tangible.

The intensity of that killing intent made the Cultivators in the distance turn pale, causing them to subconsciously take several steps back.

However—

Shen Quan stood in place, unmoved.

Shen Chong's expression was calm, and the hand gripping his long sword did not tremble in the slightest.

Although Sun Buer's face was somewhat pale, there was not a hint of retreat in his eyes.

Ye Xuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

"A bit interesting."

He spoke faintly, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness.

"State your names. My sword does not slay the unknown."

Shen Quan grinned, raised his hand to remove the bamboo hat from his head, revealing a young face.

He took a deep breath, and word by word, his voice resonant, echoing through the valley— "Blood Rain Pavilion, Bai Shui!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone widened their eyes, staring fixedly at Shen Quan, their faces full of confusion.

Blood Rain Pavilion?

What kind of faction is that?

"Blood Rain Pavilion? Have you all heard of it?"

"No... Is there such a Sect in the Southern Region?"

"Could it be from the Eastern Wasteland? Or the Central Plains?"

"Don't know... But to dare send Disciples here to die, they must have some background, right?"

Whispers rose one after another, and every person's face was written with confusion.

Blood Rain Pavilion.

Not a single person present had ever heard this name.

Ye Xuan frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping back and forth over Shen Quan.

"Blood Rain Pavilion?" He snorted coldly, his eyes full of contempt. "If you want to die, I will grant your wish!"

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