A Touch of Crimson

Go up, or not?

In the end, Chen Shipu failed to reach a conclusion. His whole body seemed to have gone rigid as he stood rooted to the spot, unable to move. He felt as though this body no longer belonged to him.

Just then, he saw three figures drift down from the summit of Heavenly Ladder Mountain behind him. Each stood upon a withered leaf and landed in the middle of the river. They were the mysterious strangers of unknown origin who had arrived at noon.

As for these fellows' cultivation, Chen Shipu still could not see it clearly. When Lin Tao, Jingtian, and the others went up the mountain, Xu Changqing had personally received them. Xu Changqing was now dressed in the Sect Leader's robes, though his body was somewhat thinner than before.

"Stop playing tricks and die! Remember to be an ordinary person in your next life—cultivating immortality isn't for you!" the man in black shouted.

Huo Yankai: the Village Master of Gathering Righteousness Manor, reputed to be loyal enough to brave fire and water, but in truth a top expert of the Nether God Cult and one of the five great masters of the martial world.

Yet at that moment, in a grand and imposing main hall within Purple Flame Castle, Scorpio, who had been drinking and chatting with three High Realm God experts, suddenly raised his thick brows. The wine cup lifted to his lips stopped mid-motion. The smile vanished from his chiseled face, and a strange glint surfaced in his eyes.

"Lin Chen and I have always been mortal enemies, locked in a fight to the death. But our duel is not for you to point fingers at. Since your God Race has broken the rules, I'll deal with you first!" Xin Yan brushed