"Correct," Lu Tao said.
"Good. Then please prepare the Sword Pool entry slot and the things you'll lose. I'll come collect them shortly!"
Nie Yun smiled faintly. Ignoring the self-righteous crowd, he stirred his mind, and Great Emperor Lu Xi's iron tablet appeared in his palm. He strode toward the ancient tomb.
"Walking over like that... he's courting death!"
At the sight of this, Lu Tao and the others froze for a moment before the corners of their mouths all rose.
"Truly ignorant and fearless... He's going over without preparing anything. The next instant, countless sword intents will chop him into minced meat!"
"What an overconfident fool. He probably won't even know how he died!"
"Doesn't he realize that if the Tomb of Attire were so easy to approach, we wouldn't have gambled with him..."
"What an idiot..."
After hearing him agree to the wager, Lu Tao and the others had thought he possessed some clever method to truly deliver the flowers before the Tomb of Attire. But upon seeing what he was doing now, they all laughed.
This was simply courting death!
"Fine, then this inner valley entry slot is mine..."
With a cold sneer in his heart, Lu Tao was about to turn and leave when he suddenly froze. His mouth fell open, his eyes nearly popping from their sockets. Only after a long while did he finally roar, "How... how is this possible?!"
The youth had already entered the region where sword intent raged rampant. Yet the scene Lu Tao had imagined, of him being shredded into minced meat, did not appear!
Not only was the youth unharmed, he walked faster and faster, as though the sword-intent region that had once made people blanch at the very mention of it simply did not exist!
What was