Martial Master

In an instant, the scene became incredibly chaotic. Hundreds of powerful figures from various forces surged out simultaneously, their various true essence streams soaring into the sky, converging into an unstoppable torrent.

"What a pity, they were so close. If only the Xuanyuan Empire and Piao Miao Palace could have clashed just now."

Seeing this scene, Qin Chen sighed deeply.

They were just a hair's breadth away from battle between the Xuanyuan Empire and Piao Miao Palace, but unfortunately, the rules fruit had ripened at a critical moment.

This unexpected turn of events was beyond his control.

Whoosh!

He darted out from the crowd, making a beeline for the rules fruit.

"Qin Chen, Lord Situ Zhen has instructed us to retreat."

"Young Master Chen, what you're doing is too dangerous."

Ye Mo and Yan Chi Dao exclaimed simultaneously as they saw Qin Chen take action. Although both of them had broken through to the mid-peak Martial Emperor stage and could contend with ordinary late-stage Martial Emperors, the sheer number of strong opponents here was overwhelming. Many of those who had entered the Ancient Yu Realm were already at mid-peak Martial Emperor or even late-stage Martial Emperor, and after more than two years of cultivation, they had long since broken through to late-stage peak realms.

Moreover, due to the appearance of the Rainbow Bridge and this strange continent, many had even approached the threshold of half-step Martial God.

With their current cultivation, it was far too dangerous to compete for the one hundred and eight fruits among so many powerful figures.

At this moment, everyone was fighting desperately. Such a brutal contest would undoubtedly result in the fall of many Martial Emperors, and afterward, it would be difficult for the various forces to say anything. After all, during the hunt for treasure, the strong would take it.

As long as they did not openly snatch, the various forces would be wary of one another and would not recklessly slay talented disciples who did not take action.

This was also why Situ Zhen urged them to retreat, to protect them.

But Qin Chen was now choosing to participate in the scramble; wasn’t that courting death? Of course, the more important reason was that they were just mid-peak Martial Emperors. Even if they obtained the rules fruit, due to their insufficient foundation, they hadn’t even reached the late-stage Martial Emperor level. Even consuming it wouldn’t allow them to break through to half-step Martial God or Martial God realms. Why risk their lives for this?

"Hehe, heavenly materials and earthly treasures belong to those capable of obtaining them. If I don’t make a move, how will I know if I am capable?"

Qin Chen chuckled lightly, unconcerned, and soared out.

Alongside him, Ouyang Nana also shot out.

Among the talents of the Alchemy Pavilion, only they dared to take action.

However, as he soared out, Qin Chen instinctively glanced at the black-clothed leader’s position.

Upon this glance, he couldn’t help but be taken aback.

While various forces were frantically attacking, the black-clothed leader and Piao Miao Palace’s individuals remained completely still.

Qin Chen’s heart tightened.

What’s going on?

He couldn’t believe that the black-clothed leader and the Piao Miao Palace people would be uninterested in the rules fruit, but they indeed showed no signs of movement, which was all too strange.

Seeing this scene, Qin Chen involuntarily halted, landing behind while sending a voice transmission to Yue Chaolun, Situ Zhen, and Ouyang Nana.

"Be careful, something strange is afoot here."

His serious voice entered their ears, causing them all to freeze momentarily, their movements pausing inexplicably.

At this moment, other top powerhouses from various forces had already reached the center of the Melting Flame Lake. Their speed was astonishing, each turning into streams of light as they rushed toward the rules fruit in the lake's center.

Above the Melting Flame Lake, the red molten flames bubbled continuously, accompanied by countless scorching air currents. These air currents surged, forming waves of scorching whirlwinds that spiraled over the lake’s surface, with extremely high temperatures. An ordinary mid-stage Martial Emperor attempting to cross could even be burned to ashes.