In the Second Holy City, inside a resplendent ancient hall with carved beams and painted rafters, sacred candles as thick as a man's arm cast a brilliant light. An old man in black robes was reporting to a young man. "Young master, we failed to kill the Battle Immortal."
The young man was named Yan Chifeng. Blessed with exceptional talent, he was the young master of the Yan Clan.
The Yan Clan was the most powerful and ancient family in the Second Holy City. Their ancestor had been the previous grand commander, and their influence towered to the heavens. Apart from the city lord, no one could fully suppress them.
Once the Source of the Dao, an unparalleled immortal treasure, appeared, Yan Chifeng had desperately wanted it. After all, even the poorest Source of the Dao could allow someone to reach the peak of the Saint King realm in the future. How many people could ignore such a temptation?
Thus came the black-robed old man's attempt to assassinate Lu Chen with a forbidden artifact. If he had succeeded, the Source of the Dao would naturally have fallen into their hands.
Yet Yan Chifeng did not know that Lu Chen had happened to undergo his Saint tribulation over the past two days and had already fused with the Source of the Dao in his possession. His strength had soared, becoming utterly incomparable to what it had been.
Yan Chifeng asked the black-robed old man, "The forbidden artifact bestowed by Ancestor Xuan could kill even a veteran Ancient Saint who had cultivated for thousands of years. How did that brat withstand it?"
Such a huge disturbance in the Holy City must have alerted the grand commander guarding the city, perhaps even the unfathomable city lord. Yet they had failed to kill that