The Yan Clan was indisputably a major power in the Second Holy City. The former grand commander was one of their ancestors, and he was still alive.
Now that Yan Chifeng had died at Lu Chen's hands, there would likely be considerable trouble if the clan refused to play by the rules.
"A former commander-so what if he's a Saint King? As long as the Guide Envoy doesn't act, I have nothing to fear." In the Human Race's Second Holy City, the only expert Lu Chen feared was the unfathomable Guide Envoy. No one else could threaten him.
The month during which the Primordial Daoist Grounds remained open soon passed. All the trial participants returned to the Second Holy City once more, but their numbers had dwindled by another twenty-odd people.
Although this trial had not focused on slaughter and competition, people still died for all sorts of reasons. Some were torn apart by Saint Beasts within the grounds, others died at the hands of fellow participants, and some met unfortunate ends in treacherous places.
This was a road through the stars stained with blood at every step. The farther one traveled, the fewer people remained. Calling it a great road paved with blood and bones was no exaggeration.
Before the square in the Human Race's Second Holy City, twelve gateways opened in succession, and experts such as Yin Tiande and the Human King emerged one after another.
Then Lu Chen streaked across the sky atop the Golden Crow divine bird and flew out as well, followed by a large contingent of cultivators returning to the ancient city.
The moment he returned to the central square, Lu Chen sensed several powerful currents of killing intent spreading toward him. Looking around, he saw that they came from members of the Yan