Before Primordial Unity Peak, atop the Cloud Sea Arena, the smell of blood had yet to dissipate.
Situ Hai's blood-red robe snapped in the wind. He stood at the center of the arena with his hands behind his back, five halos of laws weaving and revolving around him. Blood-colored demonic qi surged like a tide, staining the void within a hundred zhang crimson.
His gaze swept over the deathly silent stands of the Primordial Unity Immortal Sect, and a cruel smile curled across his lips.
"Who else? Could it be that the disciples of the Primordial Unity Immortal Sect are all a pack of turtles hiding in their shells?"
His voice was not loud, yet it landed clearly on every Primordial Unity Immortal Sect disciple's face like a resounding slap.
"This Situ Hai is far too arrogant!"
In the stands, Bai Luoluo clenched her fists, her exquisitely beautiful face puffed up with anger.
Tan Qingzhu and Mo Qianfeng exchanged a glance, each seeing bitterness and unwillingness in the other's eyes. It was not that they did not wish to fight; it was that stepping forward would only be throwing their lives away.
Chu Jinghong had lost. Xiao Jiuyang had lost. Even Chu Jinghong, the strongest among them, had been defeated by Situ Hai. What could the rest possibly do?
The Primordial Unity Immortal Lord sat upright in the seat of honor, his expression calm as still water, without the slightest ripple.
Beside him stood the Giant Axe Immortal Lord with his hands behind his back. His towering body was like a mountain, and a massive black axe rested at his side. Faint blood-red patterns flowed along its blade, exuding a savage, baleful aura that made one's heart tremble.
He glanced at the Primordial Unity Immortal Lord, then suddenly laughed. His