He Was Still a Martial Emperor
Su Zhan ignored it.
The interior space of the hall is larger than it appears from the outside.
The vast hall was hundreds of feet in circumference, with countless dark purple lanterns hanging from its dome. The dim light enveloped the entire hall in a hazy twilight.
A long table was placed in the very center of the main hall.
On the table were a wine pot, cups, and several dishes whose ingredients were not clearly visible.
A person was sitting at one end of the long table.
Su Zhan finally saw the true form.
It's not black smoke. It's not vertical eyes. It's not Clones.
She is a living, breathing human being.
The Black Demon Sect Sect Master.
He looked older than the image I saw in the memories Soul Search.
The middle-aged man in my memory had a fairly robust face. But the man before me—his temples were completely white, his skin was covered with fine wrinkles, and his hands rested on the table, revealing blue veins and age spots on the back of his fingers.
Damage to the soul manifests in the physical body.
The only thing that hasn't changed is those eyes.
The pupils were jet black, without any whites, exactly like the Clones. Two dark, bottomless holes.
"Sit." The Sect Master's voice was the same as when it was projected, hoarse and deep.
Su Zhan did not sit down.
He stood at the other end of the long table, looking down at the food and wine on it.
" Poison?"
"Not poisonous."
"So there was no poison?"
"No need." The Sect Master picked up his wine cup and took a sip. "Poisoning a cultivator is an insult to him. I want to fight you."
Su Zhan raised his gaze from the table and looked at the Sect Master's wrinkled face.
The information about the Soul Search was correct.
This person's soul was indeed severely injured. He was only able to maintain his Second Level Martial Emperor aura without collapsing because of the continuous supply of Devil Qi from the Dark River beneath him. Once he leaves the Main Altar, his combat ability will be greatly reduced.
But within this Main Altar —he is still the Martial Emperor.
There is a formidable chasm between the two.
"Aren't you afraid of death?" The Sect Master put down his wine cup and wiped his mouth.
"It's still uncertain who will die."
The Sect Master smiled.
The smile was eerie; the mouth was moving, but the dark, hollow eyes held no sign of cooperation.
"I have lived for seventeen hundred years. Martial Sect, Martial King, Martial Emperor —I climbed to the top by stepping on the bones of countless people."
"You are the youngest and most daring person I have ever met."
"Your Cultivation Method are indeed peculiar. The fusion of three techniques, the Five-Method Fusion... my Clones has already experienced them."
But have you ever thought about it?
His finger tapped lightly on the table.
Boom--
Cracks appeared in the floor of the entire hall.
Thick black liquid—liquid Devil Qi from the Dark River —gushed out of the crack and poured directly into the main hall from underground.
"--Within my sect, how much of your fused Principle can you still unleash their full potential?"
The black liquid quickly flooded the floor of the hall, reaching above Su Zhan's ankles.
The concentration of that liquid Devil Qi was ridiculously high.
If Ordinary Grade Martial King steps in, his entire body's protective True Qi will be corroded by the Devil Qi within three breaths.
Su Zhan looked down at the black liquid that was above his ankles.
The barrier of the Myriad Poisons Divine Farmer's Canon was of course effective. But the problem wasn't the Demonic Poison itself, but the interference of the Principle contained within these liquid Devil Qi —they were suppressing the operation of the Principle of all non-demonic systems in the space.
Su Zhan tried to manipulate the Nine Heavens Divine Lightning.
The purplish-gold lightning arcs flickered twice at my fingertips, their brightness about 30% weaker than normal.
[Nine Heavens Divine Lightning]: This wretched place has been soaked in Devil Qi for three thousand years, and its Principle parameters are all biased towards the demonic system. My thunder resonance is disturbed, and my output is reduced by about 30%.
[Blazing Dragon Venerate]: Me too. My fire was suppressed.
[Immovable Wisdom King Wall]: Defense unaffected. The Earth Principle do not distinguish between good and evil.
Su Zhan's mind was racing.
Fire and lightning were reduced by 30%. The Myriad Poisons Divine Farmer's Canon actually became stronger in this environment. The Immovable Wisdom King Wall remained unaffected. The Ancient Life Tree...
[Ancient Life Tree]: (In a weak voice) The Wood Principle here have been corrupted, and my abilities are also limited...
Of the six Cultivation Method, two are enhanced, two are limited, and two are normal.
Compared to the Sect Master's home-field advantage, the balance of power between the two sides— Su Zhan estimated the worst-case Combat Power —was roughly between the sixth and seventh levels of the Martial King.