The Nether Sect Master did not answer. With a fierce sweep of his sleeve, he—
The surviving Nether Sect disciples on the ground suddenly cried out in alarm.
The formation patterns lit up again.
This time, it was not the outer blood-sacrifice formation. It was directly drawing out the soul flames within their bodies.
"Sect Master!"
"I can't hold on!"
"Save me!"
The moment someone finished shouting, his body went limp, blood seeping from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose all at once.
Chen Changqing swept a glance over them, then raised his sword and casually cleaved an incoming Void Refinement demonic cultivator in two.
"Your Sect Master is quite busy. He has no time to spare for you."
The faces of those Nether Sect disciples turned white.
Only then did they understand that their Sect Master had never intended to save anyone. He had sacrificed one batch just now, and now he intended to feed the remaining ones to the formation as well.
The valley instantly descended into even greater chaos.
Chen Changqing ignored them and took a step forward.
The Nether Sect Master landed as well.
Ten zhang separated the two of them, yet neither made the first move.
Chen Changqing spoke first.
"You said you wanted my corpse intact?"
The Nether Sect Master stared at the Undying Medicine pattern in his palm, his expression gradually tightening.
"Hand it over, and I'll grant you a quick death."
Chen Changqing smiled.
"Is this all your Nether Sect can do? When people die, you still have to open your mouths and beg for their things."
The Nether Sect Master said no more. He raised his right hand.
The remnants of the formation throughout the valley were all dragged toward him, condensing into a Black-Red Seal that hovered above his palm.