Chen Changqing held the Immortal-Slaying Sword, his heart positively blooming with joy.
He had spent an entire day and night on the Ninefold Heavenly Stairway. By now, his ranking on the Heavenly Void Mirror outside had surely fallen into some forgotten corner.
Every person standing on the White Jade Dao Platform was the apple of the eye of a leading sect or hidden ancient clan in the Nine Provinces.
They had plundered and slaughtered their way here, amassing at least several hundred points apiece.
These fat heads had delivered themselves right to his door, saving him the trouble of hunting people down throughout the secret realm.
Seeing Chen Changqing standing there smiling, Ji Xuan felt fury flare in his chest.
As a monstrous prodigy ranked among the Ji Clan's top three successors, he had been surrounded and protected by the clan's ancestors like the moon amid a constellation of stars since childhood. Wherever he went, people revered him.
Even the veteran True Lords he met outside had to address him politely as Young Master Ji.
Yet here was Chen Changqing, a junior at late Tribulation Crossing, daring to point a sword straight at his face.
Purple qi rose around Ji Xuan.
A massive purple-gold seal carved with nine dragons playing with a pearl flew out of the crown of his head.
A Quasi-Immortal Artifact—the Nine-Dragon Heaven-Flipping Seal.
The seal swelled in the wind until it was the size of a small mountain, destructive True Lord laws coiling around it.
"You ungrateful wretch."
"Today, I'll show you that the foundations of a hidden ancient clan are beyond the likes of a mud-legged peasant."
Ji Xuan formed hand seals, sending the Nine-Dragon Heaven-Flipping Seal crashing down toward Chen Changqing's head with a crushing might that could suppress heaven and earth.
The blue-gold