No Martial Virtue

Lord Lu Chong, Lord Liujiu, Lord Ying'ai, Lord Wuliang, and Lord Jinfang all stirred inwardly.

"Everyone, this is our opportunity."

"Stay calm for now. Don't act rashly. What dangers lie within this Death Corridor? What methods has Duan Donghe of that ancient powerful civilization set up to select us? We still don't know. Let's go in and assess the situation first."

"Lord Wuliang is right. If this selection is too dangerous, we may need Lord Hunyuan's strength to get through."

"Right. The inheritance is the most important thing."

The others secretly nodded.

If they could overcome the difficulties by relying on their own strength, then dealing with Lord Hunyuan would not be impossible.

But if the selection was too difficult and they had to rely on everyone's combined strength to pass, then starting internal strife now would be too foolish.

What was the use of eliminating Lord Hunyuan if they could not even pass the selection?

"You're still not going in? What are you dawdling for? If you don't want to enter, you can still leave alive now," Duan Donghe barked.

"Let's go."

"Go."

Lord Lu Chong, Lord Liujiu, and the Divine Eye Clan's three Universe Masters exchanged glances, then looked at Wang Yi.

The five Universe Masters entered the passage one after another, while Wang Yi followed at the rear with an indifferent expression.

Whoosh... The heavy, broad gate crashed down, sealing the entire corridor once more. On this side of the gate... only Duan Donghe remained.

He murmured, "I wonder how many will come out alive?"

His expression suddenly shifted as he looked back the way he had come. "More newcomers?"

Death Corridor.

"Lord Hunyuan, the six of us are traversing this Death Corridor together. We may encounter life-and-death danger, and when that time comes, we will