When the Soul Sect disciple eagerly turned around, what he saw was not a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, but a sharp sword floating in midair.
Its tip had almost touched his nose. He could feel the cold, razor-sharp menace emanating from it with startling clarity.
At the same time, he heard an emotionless voice. "You. Go."
The Soul Sect disciple froze.
He stared in astonishment at Chen Yu a short distance away. After carefully sensing his cultivation, he confirmed that Chen Yu was indeed at the fourth layer of Qi Refining.
Then he flew into a rage!
"With that pathetic cultivation of yours, you dare threaten me?!"
With an angry shout, he instantly unleashed the formidable spiritual power of his late fifth layer of Qi Refining cultivation and drew his sword with a shing.
Then, with a clang, he threw the sword to the ground.
"I'm sorry."
"I was wrong!"
The hovering Spirit Sword was now pressed against his neck. It had cut through the surface of his skin, though no blood flowed out.
Chen Yu wasted no words on him and pointed toward the final door again.
"Go."
"Sure thing, bro."
The Soul Sect disciple forced a smile and walked toward the final door.
Inside, he seethed with hatred. He had thought this was an opportunity sent by heaven, only to discover that the last remaining Dao Sect disciple was a scheming bastard hiding his cultivation!
Fucking animal!
Feeling the sharp sword pressed constantly against the back of his head, he dared not resist again and obediently entered the final door.
Going through the door at least offered a sliver of hope.
Resisting meant certain death!
Only after the final door closed did Chen Yu withdraw the Spirit Sword. Just then, a stone door slowly rose in the