A Hongmen Banquet? I, Su Zhan, Have Never Been Afraid!
The energy fluctuations of the Sect-Protection Grand Formation doubled.
That's not closing the door.
It's opening the door.
"Is he inviting me in?"
[Nine Heavens Divine Lightning]: This is clearly a trap.
[Blazing Dragon Venerate]: So what if it's a trap? Are you scared?
[Nine Heavens Divine Lightning]: What does my analysis of the situation have to do with fear? Can't you use your brain?
[Blazing Dragon Venerate]: My brain is for fighting, not for thinking.
Su Zhan patted his forehead to quiet them down.
Sect Master said, "I'll wait for you," he meant it sincerely.
That's not surprising.
The Sect Master is Martial Emperor. Even if he is injured, Martial Emperor is still Martial Emperor. He has the confidence to fight anyone in his own stronghold.
The reason he proactively activated the Sect-Protection Grand Formation was because he didn't want Su Zhan to linger on the outer perimeter. The longer the battle raged on the outer perimeter, the more his Sea Beast legion and Formation would be depleted. It was better to let Su Zhan in directly and use his core Combat Power to finish the job in one fell swoop.
"He wanted a quick victory." Su Zhan's judgment was clear.
"Exactly."
"Me too."
Su Zhan's figure transformed into lightning and shot towards the black sect Main Altar.
Two hundred li.
They arrived in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Up close, the Main Altar appears even larger than it does from a distance.
The outermost layer was a wall made of black metal, over a hundred feet high, its surface covered with twisted magical runes. The wall had no door—the "entrance" that had opened when the Rune lit up was a gap at the top of the wall, about ten feet wide.
Su Zhan flew directly above the gap and looked down.
Inside the gap was a straight passageway, lined with black-armored warriors on both sides.
Each black-armored warrior exuded an aura ranging from the Martial Sect Peak to the Martial King First Stage.
Rough estimate -- 800 people.
Eight hundred Elite Grade disciples, ranging from the Martial Sect to Martial King Rank, stood in two rows along both sides of the passageway, coldly staring at the sky.
Looking towards Su Zhan.
No one made a move.
At the end of the passageway stood a magnificent palace with its Palace Gate.
"A welcoming procession?" Su Zhan raised an eyebrow.
He fell.
The moment their feet touched the floor of the passageway, eight hundred black-armored warriors on both sides simultaneously drew their swords.
Eight hundred black swords pointed towards the sky.
It's not an attack.
Yes -- bow.
It's like lining up to welcome distinguished guests.
A middle-aged man dressed in a dark Gray Robe walked out of the Palace Gate. He had a neatly trimmed Goatee, a pale face, and his hands were tucked into his sleeves. His aura fluctuated at the Martial King Fourth Stage.
"Distinguished guest, you have come from afar. The Sect Master cordially invites you."
The man with the Goatee spoke calmly and unhurriedly, as if he were greeting a normal visiting guest.
Su Zhan glanced at him.
"Who are you?"
"I am Li Wusheng, the chief of the Four Greats protectors under the Sect Master."
"Your Sect Master sent you to pick me up?"
"Yes." Li Wusheng bowed slightly. "The Sect Master has prepared a banquet in the main hall to await the arrival of the Divine Lord."
Su Zhan sensed a strong smell of conspiracy.
But he was too lazy to guess.
"Lead the way."
Li Wusheng turned around and walked ahead.
Eight hundred black-armored warriors sheathed their swords, standing like two silent black walls, watching Su Zhan pass through the passageway.
Su Zhan's pace was neither fast nor slow.
His three thousand silk threads had covered every inch of the ground beneath his feet, spreading silently underground, drawing a complete structural diagram of the entire Main Altar.
[Shadow Thousand Silk Lock]: Boss, there's Dark River beneath the tunnel. What flows in the Dark River isn't water, but liquid Devil Qi. The concentration is extremely high.
[Shadow Thousand Silk Lock]: The entire base of the Main Altar is connected to this Dark River. Its course... all converges directly beneath the main hall.
Su Zhan continued walking, his face expressionless.
The main hall's doors are getting closer.
Inside the door, an extremely oppressive atmosphere was slowly awakening.
The Palace Gate was thirty feet high, and the two doors were cast from a single piece of black metal. Countless distorted human faces were carved in relief on the doors, each face frozen in extreme pain and fear.
As Su Zhan walked past the door, the mouths and eyes of the sculpted faces simultaneously turned towards him.
It's not an illusion.
They are really moving.
The vengeful spirits Sealing Formation within the relief are being drawn to the Myriad Poisons Divine Farmer's Canon within Su Zhan's body, crowding beneath the metal surface and desperately trying to escape.
[The Myriad Poisons Divine Farmer's Canon]: There are a lot of low-level vengeful spirits on the gate. They're thin-skinned and plentiful, quite delicious. Want to collect them?