Qing Chen was inwardly aghast at those words.
His spiritual senses throbbed wildly, warning him of the pearl's danger.
He had no doubt that once it erupted, even if he exhausted every means at his disposal, his chances of survival would still be slim.
Yet the closer he came to life and death, the less he could afford to show fear.
He forced a disdainful sneer onto his face and, with a turn of his hand, summoned a great seal.
The seal was red-gold throughout, its spiritual pressure held in check. It was none other than the supreme-grade magical artifact-the Sun-Moon Red-Gold Seal!
"Hmph, your Blood-Fouled Thunder Pearl may be formidable, but it can't kill me." Qing Chen deliberately kept his tone relaxed, as though wielding the seal took no effort at all.
In truth, after activating several magical artifacts in succession, his spiritual sense had long since reached its limit. Now he was merely putting on a show.
A flicker of shock crossed Ding Buxing's eyes at the sight.
He could scarcely believe it. "A su... supreme-grade magical artifact?! Qing Chen, you... just who are you?"
He had thought Qing Chen's possession of three high-grade magical artifacts already defied the heavens, yet he actually had a supreme-grade magical artifact as well!
Such wealth hardly seemed possible for a Qi Refining Stage cultivator!
He held himself together and said, "Qing Chen! I don't really want to fight you to the death either. How about a deal? If you let me leave, I'll tell you an earth-shattering secret.
"The location of the [White Bone Blood Pool], which holds the blood essence of over ten thousand mortals and cultivators! This information is enough for you to earn great merit in your sect. Is that enough to buy my life?"
Qing Chen's heart