The moment bloodlight shrouded the Sword Debate Platform, everyone felt a terrifying pressure descend upon them.
It was no ordinary aura—it was a shudder from the depths of the soul, as though something incomparably evil was awakening.
The black shadow gradually solidified into a man clad in a blood-red robe. His face was aged, his eye sockets deeply sunken, yet his eyes shone with startling brightness, faint bloodlight swirling within his pupils.
As he stood there, the space around him twisted ever so slightly.
"Third Councilor." Sword Fanatic rose to his feet, his expression grave. "You actually came in person."
The blood-robed man—the Third Councilor—bared a mouthful of yellow teeth in a grin. "Old Sword Fanatic, eight hundred years and you still haven't died?"
Sword Fanatic snorted coldly. "How could I dare die before you do?"
The Third Councilor burst into laughter. When he was done, he looked at Lu Chen and Ye Qingtian, greed flashing in his eyes. "Two fine seedlings. One bears the Dragon Soul Mirror, and the other has refined the Chi Dragon Sword Soul. Tsk, tsk. Heaven truly favors me."
Ye Qingtian's face turned livid. "What do you mean?"
The Third Councilor said, "It means that the two of you are coming with me today."
Ye Qingtian sneered. "With you?"
Before his words had faded, he shot forward and hurled a punch at the Third Councilor!
That punch contained all his strength. The icy-blue phantom of the Chi Dragon emerged once more, its dragon might rolling forth!
The Third Councilor did not even spare it a glance. He casually flicked his hand.
Bang!
Ye Qingtian flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground, blood spilling from his mouth.
The entire crowd erupted in shock.
Ye Qingtian—a late-stage Longevity cultivator who had refined the Chi Dragon Sword