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He Changkong looked at Feng Chang and mocked:
"You planned this for so long. Now that the palace gates are wide open, why do you suddenly not dare to go in?"
"Why must Patriarch He provoke me?" Feng Chang shook his head, then smiled.
"I'll go in, then. I'm only afraid none of you will dare to follow."
"HAHAHAHAHAHA..."
Leaving behind peals of laughter, Feng Chang turned into an afterimage and shot straight toward the underground palace gates.
Without a word, Lan Yi moved and followed Feng Chang inside.
The Poison King's blood and qi surged. Dim crimson blood and qi spread around him, laced with every sort of poison, making others wary of approaching.
He Changkong snorted coldly. Holding his spear in one hand, he thrust it out, and the spear's cry scattered the spreading dim crimson blood and qi.
The three followed close behind and swept into the underground palace gates.
The sight before them made the Qi-Blood Realm martial artists stop at the same time.
At the entrance to the underground palace stood an enormous main hall. The floor was paved with neat bluestone slabs, but every slab was buried beneath thick dust, its original color no longer visible.
It could not be seen from outside, but only after entering did they discover that the hall's interior was astonishingly vast.
Dozens of stone pillars stood at even intervals throughout the hall. Their surfaces were carved with dense runes and patterns that, despite their age, remained clearly discernible.
A corridor lay on either side of the main hall, leading farther inward. Several side doors also stood within the