The Competition for the Half-Saint's Hidden Treasure Begins

You'd lost the Cui family's face yourself, old man.

When you returned, you couldn't exactly blame me for losing the Cui family's face too, could you?

Cui Mingyan thought to himself.

The Cui Clan Old Ancestor's chest heaved violently.

His gaze swept over Wei Pingsheng and the other two. Seeing that all three were watching with their noses and hearts, showing no intention of getting involved, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Those three bastards were deliberately waiting to watch him make a fool of himself.

"Hmph!"

In the end, the Cui Clan Old Ancestor didn't dare accept the invitation to "settle this beyond the heavens." He merely snorted, swept his sleeve, and turned away, no longer looking at Li Xinge.

Seeing the Cui Clan Old Ancestor back down, a trace of contempt flashed in Li Xinge's eyes, but he didn't press the matter.

His gaze turned toward the area concealing deadly peril, his eyes growing deep and unfathomable.

"The Crimson Flame Half-Saint's Hidden Treasure..."

He murmured to himself, releasing his powerful divine sense to probe the region.

A moment later, he withdrew his divine sense.

Wei Pingsheng and the others looked at him. "Marquis of Chu, what did you find?"

Li Xinge shook his head. "The Crimson Flame Half-Saint's Divine Mansion World has existed for far too long. Even though we joined forces to stabilize it and opened a temporary passage, we still can't enter. It simply can't withstand our power anymore. Let alone us..."

Li Xinge paused.

"Even a somewhat powerful Innate Cultivator could trigger the world's collapse by fighting inside."

At these words, everyone's expression changed.

Wei Pingsheng slowly nodded as well. "Marquis of Chu is right. The Crimson Flame Half-Saint's Divine Mansion World has endured ten thousand years of erosion. Its interior is likely already decayed