"Who gave you the nerve to question This Seat?"
The figure upon the Divine Seat stood up, and a dense layer of blood mist drifted through the surroundings. The people standing nearby faded away one by one. Once the blood mist gathered to a certain extent, it began to turn viscous, and the stone walls of the great hall became blood-red.
Gurgle, gurgle.
The Blood Pool materialized. Xue Chen, standing in the middle, began to tremble instinctively. The sensations fed back by the bloody water around him were utterly real. For cultivators of the Blood Demon Sect, no one understood better than them what a Blood Pool was.
He knew that the person before him was formed by a heart demon, yet he still could not stop the fear rising within him.
This was a heart demon.
It was like throwing someone who feared venomous snakes most into a pit of snakes. Even knowing it was fake, he would still be unable to stop himself from being afraid. What Xue Chen feared most was the origin of the Blood Demon Sect—their Old Ancestor in the Mahayana Realm.
"There is no irreconcilable grudge between you and me. If you have taken a liking to this Skyscraper Temple, I can simply give it to you. Our sect's Old Ancestor is about to return. Aren't you afraid he will sense you using this appearance to frighten me? You surely do not wish to witness the methods of a Mahayana cultivator."
Xue Chen suppressed his fear and forced himself not to look at the Blood Pool.
He could not break the illusion before him and could only try to communicate.
"A Mahayana cultivator. Heh!"
A voice came from above, and Xue Chen's expression froze.
When he turned his eyes sideways, that figure he feared