They looked at him in confusion.
Chu Zhiyuan tossed it into the air again. A Flying Dagger slipped out of his sleeve and struck it midair.
"Clang..."
Amid the clear chime, the Flying Dagger flashed with golden light.
The Blood God Token immediately flashed red, enveloping itself in crimson radiance.
The Flying Dagger pushed the Blood God Token upward, golden and red light locked in confrontation across its surface.
As they neared the ceiling of the cave, the golden and red lights were still deadlocked, neither able to destroy the other.
"Clang clang clang clang clang..."
Nine Flying Daggers shot from his sleeves almost simultaneously, striking the Blood God Token.
Golden light flickered, completely covering the red radiance and swiftly dimming it.
Yet the final thin layer of red light simply could not be extinguished.
Chu Zhiyuan frowned and shook his head.
The Blood God Hall truly could not be underestimated. This red light alone showed how extraordinary it was.
The red light contained a strange power, infused with Spiritual Power.
A crimson statue appeared before his eyes.
Its precise features could not be seen. The instant it appeared, it burst forth with scarlet radiance, blazing and dazzling, impossible to look at directly.
Had he encountered this red statue before mastering the Heavenly Yuan Art, he would have been injured, his mind grievously damaged—perhaps even suffering permanent wounds that could never be healed.
With the power of the Demon Subduing Divine Tree suppressing it, the crimson glow grew dimmer and dimmer, gradually allowing him to see the statue clearly.
It depicted a handsome middle-aged man, his bearing radiant, wild and unrestrained, as though he had come alive and stood before them.
The corners of his mouth curled faintly, as if smiling yet not smiling, while an aura of righteous grandeur