This Was Certain Death
The Blood-colored Vertical Eye hung in mid-air, its pupil not still, but constantly contracting and expanding, like the beating heart of some living thing. With each beat, the surrounding space distorted, emitting a creaking sound as if it could not bear the weight.
This was no ordinary gaze.
This is a projection of the divine thought of a powerful being standing at the pinnacle of this world, from thousands of miles away.
"Puff!"
The sturdy Beast Bone cane in Yuan Ji's hand shattered inch by inch under this invisible pressure, turning into dust and scattering all over the ground. The old man was pressed down and lay prostrate in the mud, his features contorted and terrifying due to bloodshot eyes, but he couldn't even lift a finger.
The other Yuan Household Disciples fared even worse. Those with weaker cultivation levels bled from their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses simultaneously. Their consciousness was crushed by the terrifying pressure in that instant, and they immediately fainted.
Only Su Zhan remained standing.
The rock Altar beneath his feet was already covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and his feet were three inches deep in the stone.
"I'm asking you a question."
The voice rang out again.
This time, it was no longer just sound waves, but a vibration that directly affected the soul.
All the colors in the world faded away with this sound, leaving only that Blood-colored Vertical Eye that occupied half the sky. It was indifferent and arrogant, like a god in the clouds looking down on an ant that knew no death.
"Destroy my branch, kill my Demon Envoy, seize my Altar."
The voice contained no anger, only a cold statement of fact.
"You even dare to lay a finger on the bloodline Key I left behind."
With each word spoken, the air around Su Zhan grew heavier. It wasn't gravity, but a repulsion at the level of Principle. It was as if this entire world, under the will of that Sect Master, had become a millstone to crush Su Zhan into a pulp.
Su Zhan dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeves.
He looked up and stared directly into that demonic eye that was enough to terrify even Martial King.
"After beating the dog, the owner finally showed up?"
Su Zhan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly through the oppressive silence.
The Blood-colored Vertical Eye narrowed slightly.
Clearly, the Sect Master, far away, had not expected that this ant, when faced with the might of Heaven, would not only not kneel and beg for mercy, but would instead utter such disrespectful words.
"How dare you!"
Two simple words, yet they stirred up Wind Thunder.
The remaining blood mist around the Altar instantly boiled, transforming into countless hideous ghost faces that emitted shrill screams around the vertical eye.
"I don't care which lineage you belong to, nor who stands behind you."
"Today, no one in heaven or on earth can save you."
The Blood-colored Vertical Eye suddenly widened, and deep within its pupil, a pitch-black Curse Seal slowly emerged.
The Curse Seal was extremely complex. The moment it appeared, all life within a ten-mile radius was instantly extinguished. Grass and trees withered, soil turned to sand, and even the remaining moisture in the air was instantly evaporated.
"Ten-Thousand-Mile Soul Lock, Curse of Death!"
There were no fancy moves, nor any earth-shattering energy explosions.
The pitch-black Curse Seal transformed into a beam of light that disregarded spatial distance, moving faster than the limits of thought, and instantly entered Su Zhan's brow.
This is a situation where victory is inevitable.
Using the divine sense of the Martial Emperor Realm as a guide, Curse is unleashed from afar. Not to mention Su Zhan, even Martial King of the same level, if caught off guard by this move, would have their soul corroded away in an instant, becoming an empty shell without any thought.
Yuan Ji lay on the ground, struggling to raise his head, his cloudy old eyes filled with despair.
It's over.
Everything is over.
The moment that eerie light entered Su Zhan's brow, he seemed to see the flame of hope that had just been ignited in the Yuan Household being completely extinguished by a bucket of ice water.
No matter how strong Divine Lord, he is ultimately just a prodigy of the younger generation.
The Black Demon Sect Master was the true overlord who ruled the dark side of this continent; he was an old Monster who had lived for hundreds of years!
"Buzz--"
Su Zhan's body swayed slightly.
His eyes instantly lost focus, and he stood frozen in place as if he had been frozen in place by a spell.
The Blood-colored Vertical Eye in mid-air revealed a hint of human-like mockery.