After handling these matters, the two returned to the bamboo house. At this moment, more than a dozen Escape Lights appeared outside Asura Valley. They belonged to over a dozen Tribulation Stage cultivators. When these cultivators saw the great stone outside Asura Valley, they all visibly hesitated, but then flew inside anyway.
Su Yuwen flew out and said coldly, "You dare enter Asura Valley? Are you tired of living?"
One of the middle-aged cultivators knelt and said, "I am Chen Wei, a disciple of the Heavenly Dragon Sect. My fellow disciples and I were passing through this place when we were attacked by Desert Silver Snakes. We were all seriously wounded, and our spiritual power is nearly exhausted. We had no choice but to enter this place to rest. We have disturbed you, Senior, and beg your forgiveness. We will only rest here for one night and leave first thing tomorrow morning."
Though Yan Chihuo did not come out, he possessed Spiritual Eye and Spiritual Ear, so he saw and heard everything clearly. These people truly were no different from the previous group of cultivators: seriously injured, with their spiritual power nearly depleted.
Su Yuwen said coldly, "Boundless yellow sands, flowing blood. Once one enters Asura Valley, swords lose their gleam and hearts are torn asunder. These words have been passed down for over a thousand years. Surely you have heard them?"
Alarm appeared on the faces of the dozen or so cultivators. Let alone in their current state, grievously wounded and nearly drained of spiritual power—even if they had been uninjured and at the peak of their power, they could not possibly withstand an Origin Core Stage cultivator's attack. Much less one on the verge of advancing to the Dao Integration Stage.
Chen Wei pleaded bitterly, "Senior, please show