Nine Nether Baleful Sea

In the underground space, beside the Baleful Blood Lake, the atmosphere had frozen solid as iron.

The auras of six powerful experts pressed down on Lu Chen like tangible force. Any ordinary mid-stage Supernatural Power cultivator would likely have suffered a complete mental collapse by now.

Yet Lu Chen merely stood quietly, Mystic Dragon True Force circulating slowly within him. The Dragon Thunder Battle Body emitted a faint violet-gold radiance, silently dissolving that oppressive pressure.

His gaze swept across the six of them before finally settling on the three treasures atop the altar.

He was determined to obtain the Life Creation Spring.

He also had to seize the final fragment of the "Key of Sealing."

As for the Dragon Soul Mirror core... though important, it could wait.

The greatest problem now was how to obtain what he needed under the watchful eyes of these six experts—and leave alive.

A direct clash offered no chance of victory.

The only hope of survival lay in... chaos.

"Brat, you're at death's door and still running your mouth!" Li Zhan Tian, the Sky Wolf Sect's sect master, had the most violent temper. He took a step forward, making the ground tremble, and the terrifying aura of peak Supernatural Power burst forth like a primordial beast awakening!

A blood-red battle-axe the size of a door appeared in his hand. Dark-gold bloodstains clung to its blade, exuding a dense, ferocious baleful aura. It had clearly slain dragons before.

"Sect Master Li, wait." Ye Qingtian suddenly spoke, his voice calm yet carrying unquestionable authority.

Li Zhan Tian paused and looked at Ye Qingtian, his brow furrowing slightly. "Brother Ye, this boy shares a blood feud with my Sky Wolf Sect. He must die today!"

Ye Qingtian said blandly, "Killing him would be easy. But the dragon clan