Peak True Lords Are Too Strong

The Netherworld Sect Master did not answer. With a fierce sweep of his sleeve, he struck.

The surviving Netherworld Sect disciples on the ground suddenly began screaming.

The formation patterns lit up again.

This time, it was not the outer blood-sacrifice formation—it was directly drawing out the soul flames within their bodies.

"Sect Master!"

"I can't hold on!"

"Save me!"

The moment someone finished shouting, their body went limp, blood seeping from their eyes, ears, mouth, and nose all at once.

Chen Changqing swept them a glance, then raised his sword and casually cleaved an onrushing Void Refinement Demon Cultivator in two.

"Your Sect Master is quite busy. He has no time to spare for you."

The faces of those Netherworld Sect disciples turned white.

Only then did they understand. Their Sect Master had never intended to save anyone. He had sacrificed one batch just now, and now he intended to feed even the survivors to the formation.

The Valley instantly descended into even greater chaos.

Chen Changqing paid them no mind and took a step forward.

The Netherworld Sect Master descended as well.

Ten zhang separated the two, neither making the first move.

Chen Changqing spoke first.

"You said just now that you wanted my intact corpse?"

The Netherworld Sect Master stared at the pattern of the immortal medicine in Chen Changqing's palm, his expression gradually tightening.

"Hand it over, and I'll grant you a quick death."

Chen Changqing smiled.

"Is this all the Netherworld Sect can do? When people die, you still have to open your mouths and beg for their things."

The Netherworld Sect Master said no more. He raised his right hand.

The remnants of the formation throughout the Valley were all wrenched toward him, condensing into a black-red seal that hovered above his palm.

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