"Lu Chen... you really came."
Shen Qiu spoke, his voice hoarse and grating, carrying an inhuman overlapping echo. "I am Blood Eye, the seventh councilor of the Shadow Council. I have to say, you've ruined my council's plans time and again—you truly are a nuisance. But today, you walked right into the net. Your flesh, your divine soul, and that interesting dragon essence within you will serve as the final sacrifice to awaken the Shennong Cauldron! Your worth exceeds that of all the trash in this valley combined! Hahaha!"
He threw back his head in wild laughter, his bloodflame eyes locking onto Lu Chen, greed and killing intent utterly undisguised.
The black-robed man spoke coldly. "Lord Blood Eye, why waste words with him? Take him down quickly and complete the ritual. Delays breed complications."
Corrupt Heart Old Monster cackled. "This brat's body looks quite good. This old ancestor's gu worms happen to be lacking a fine host."
Facing the pressure and mockery of three Longevity Realm experts, Lu Chen slowly came to a stop and drew a deep breath.
Within him, his Dragon-Pattern Spirit Bones hummed faintly, Dragon Thunder Baleful Force surged through his body, and the Dragon Soul Mirror mark between his brows grew slightly hot.
He knew that this would be the hardest and most dangerous battle since he had begun his path.
There would be no reinforcements, and no way back.
Behind him were countless Medicine King Valley disciples dying even now. Before him stood three monstrously vicious fiends with strength towering to the heavens, as well as an ancient formation and supreme treasure on the verge of being completely corrupted.
Yet there was no fear in his eyes—only boiling battle intent and icy resolve.
"You want to use me as a sacrifice?" Lu Chen slowly raised