Chen Changqing held the Immortal Execution Sword, his heart positively blooming with joy.
He had spent an entire day and night on the Ninefold Heavenly Ladder. By now, his ranking on the Heavenly Void Mirror outside had probably fallen into some forgotten corner.
The people standing on the White Jade Dao Platform were all the cherished darlings of the Nine Provinces' foremost sects and secluded ancient clans.
They had looted and slaughtered their way here, and each had at least several hundred points.
These fat, juicy heads had delivered themselves right to his door, saving him the trouble of searching the entire Secret Realm for people.
Seeing Chen Changqing standing there smiling, Ji Xuan felt fury flare in his chest.
As one of the Ji Clan's top three prodigies, he had been protected by the clan's ancestors since childhood, like a moon surrounded by stars. Wherever he went, people revered him.
Even veteran True Lords outside had to address him politely as Young Master Ji.
Yet Chen Changqing, a junior at late Tribulation Transcendence, actually dared to point a sword straight at his face.
Purple qi rose around Ji Xuan.
A great purple-gold seal carved with nine dragons playing with a pearl flew out through the crown of his head.
A Quasi-Immortal Artifact-the Nine-Dragon Heaven-Turning Seal.
The great seal swelled in the wind until it was the size of a small mountain, wreathed in destructive True Lord laws.
"You refuse the dignity offered to you, you wretch."
"Today, I'll show you that the foundations of a secluded ancient clan are beyond anything a mud-legged peasant like you could match."
Ji Xuan formed hand seals, and the Nine-Dragon Heaven-Turning Seal crashed down toward Chen Changqing's head with the crushing might to suppress heaven and earth.
The blue-gold tiles on the platform