Published: February 26, 2025
The masked woman known as the ninth-grade saint king was none other than Ying Ting, the granddaughter of Divine King Ying Kun from the Primordial Divine Realm.
With a cold gleam in her beautiful eyes, she addressed the crowd, “Now that Jing Yun and Xuan Yuan Rou have entered the Underground Palace, we will go in and finish them off quickly before leaving!”
After she spoke, Ying Ting and the others rushed into the Underground Palace with determination.
They knew that time was of the essence, as the longer they waited, the more unpredictable the situation could become.
Deep within the Underground Palace, Jing Yun and Xuan Yuan Rou were already engaged in a fierce battle, their powers clashing and creating shockwaves that echoed through the dark corridors.
As Ying Ting and her group approached, they could sense the immense energy being unleashed from the ongoing fight.
“Let’s move quickly!” Ying Ting urged, leading the charge towards the source of the chaotic energy.
They were not just fighting for victory; they were fighting to eliminate a potential threat to their ambitions.
The tension in the air was palpable as they navigated through the dimly lit passages of the Underground Palace, every step bringing them closer to their targets.
Ying Ting’s heart raced with excitement and anticipation, knowing that this confrontation could alter the course of their fates forever.
With resolve in their hearts, they prepared themselves for the inevitable clash that awaited them.
At a distance of one thousand three hundred Celestial Li, they arrived at the entrance of the Underground Palace in just three breaths. The seventy of them quickly conjured Divine Power Light Barriers around themselves to prevent being burned by the flames, and then they soared into the Blazing Flame Underground Palace, full of killing intent.
Upon entering, Ying Ting looked up to see a cave spanning millions of zhang.
The cave was filled with scorching heat, the ground was burnt and glinted like molten lava, but she did not see Tan Yun or Xuan Yuan Rou.
“Where are they?” Ying Ting frowned, and the others looked just as perplexed.
At that moment, they were unaware that Tan Yun and Xuan Yuan Rou were standing on the rock wall above, their killing intent palpable.
“Rou'er, when I give the command, you can make your move,” Tan Yun communicated telepathically. “I’ll strike first to catch them off guard.”
“Okay,” Xuan Yuan Rou replied through their mental link, “Be careful.”
“Mm.” Tan Yun nodded, then a sinister smile appeared on his face as he dove down, his right palm thrusting downwards toward the crowd as he shouted, “Purple Heart, burn for me!”
“Yes, Master.” With a melodious voice, a wave of Primordial Flame, exuding the aura of a twenty-fifth level peak and capable of reducing an eighth-grade supreme divine artifact to nothingness, surged from Tan Yun's right palm.
“Whoosh—”
The heat waves ravaged the void as the Primordial Flame expanded to thirty thousand zhang, resembling a giant volcano, rapidly descending upon the seventy individuals below!
Ying Ting was the first to react; her head lifted to the sky as the Primordial Flame rained down. Instantly, her beautiful eyes showed extreme shock. “Not good!”
“I’ve seen this in ancient texts; it’s the legendary Primordial Flame. Get away!”
Ying Ting was horrified. She soared into the air, escaping the engulfing Primordial Flame along with five men and one woman who were leading the charge!
However, the remaining sixty-three people were consumed by the thirty-thousand-zhang Primordial Flame!
“Ah! Miss Ying, save me…”
“No…”
“Spare me…”
“……”
In an instant, the air was filled with the heart-wrenching wails echoing throughout the Blazing Flame Underground Palace. Almost in the blink of an eye, thirty-three sixth-class saint kings had their skin melted in the sea of fire, barely clinging to life as Tan Yun hurriedly retracted the Primordial Flame!