The Blood Blade Martial Saint had barely finished speaking.
Seven powerful figures emerged one after another from the blood mist surrounding them.
The seven wore different attire and belonged to the seven great martial academies, stationed deep within this Blood Lake year-round.
Without exception, all of them were peak Martial Venerables.
One of them pointed at Xiao Yuan.
He sternly rebuked, "Holy Son Xiao, the Blood Lake is a Holy Land of martial arts throughout the world, guarded by our seven great martial academies."
"Today, you brought so many people to forcibly trespass into this forbidden zone without even so much as a greeting."
"Could it be that you think our seven great martial academies have no one left?"
Seeing this, the First Elder of the Martial Immortal Hall stepped forward.
He hurriedly explained, "Everyone, the Holy Son has his reasons for coming here. It concerns the life and death of the Heavenly Martial Continent."
"You have your reasons?"
The Blood Blade Martial Saint sneered.
"Yan Feng, spare me those high-sounding words."
"Rules are rules."
"Without the joint writ of the seven academy heads, even if Primal Chaos Martial Saint himself, the master of your Martial Immortal Hall, came in person, he could not bring anyone within half a step of the Blood Lake!"
"Much less him!"
The Blood Blade Martial Saint drew the great saber from his back.
He raised it and pointed it directly at Xiao Yuan.
However.
Xiao Yuan did not take the Blood Blade Martial Saint seriously at all.
He did not even spare him another glance.
Instead, he stared fixedly into the deepest part of the Blood Lake.
The Otherworldly Sacred Relic!
It was his only hope of breaking through to become a high-level Martial Saint and resisting the Outer Realm Divine Race.
There was