Martial Master

And while Blood Hand King was feeling frustrated and angry,

Outside the Ruined Palace.

A group of geniuses from the Seven Great Dynasties stood there waiting, their expressions anxious.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a streak of light descended, and a figure exuding a terrifying aura quickly landed.

"Where is Zhou Zhengshu of my Longyuan Dynasty?"

This person walked with a powerful stride, his gaze fierce, and an imposing presence radiated from him. He was clearly a Martial King.

The terrifying True Yuan aura spread out, his cultivation level was at the peak of the early seventh stage, just like Blood Hand King.

"It’s the Wushuang King Luo Kong from the Longyuan Dynasty."

"Why is he here?"

"Could it be that Zhou Zhengshu informed the Martial King of the Longyuan Dynasty?"

The crowd was shocked, their faces filled with dread.

"What? No one is speaking?"

A cold killing intent spread out, making the martial artists from the Seven Great Dynasties find it hard to breathe, each one paling in color.

"Luo Kong, regardless of your seniority, treating the younger generation with such an attitude seems inappropriate."

At that moment,

A detached cold laugh suddenly rang out, and shortly after, whoosh, another streak of light descended, evidently also a Martial King.

"Senior Cold Blade."

The martial artists from the Yuan Dynasty exclaimed, all revealing expressions of joy.

The newcomer was none other than the Martial King Hanbing King Cold Blade from the Yuan Dynasty.

He landed, and an icy chill instantly spread out, causing the temperature around the Ruined Palace to drop by several degrees, a sense of coldness pervading.

"Cold Blade, you've come too?"

Luo Kong frowned as he looked over, coldness shining in his eyes.

Hanbing King Cold Blade, utilizing the Cold Blade Intent to enter the Dao, had reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, holding great renown in the Seven Great Dynasties. In terms of strength, he and Luo Kong were evenly matched; without a fight, no one knew who was stronger.

"Hehe, are you the only one allowed to come? Am I not allowed to come?"

Cold Blade smiled faintly, but his smile was very cold, making one shiver throughout.

Wushuang King Luo Kong said calmly, "I'm just surprised that the Yuan Dynasty would send you over. With your talent, it might be a bit of a loss to come here, right?"

"Not necessarily." Cold Blade smiled, "I heard that there are quite a few magic crystals here. As you know, the depths of the Demon Secret Realm are fraught with danger, with Blood Demon Beasts rampant, and there are many powerful adversaries. If we want to gain opportunities to break through, the difficulty is not low. If there are indeed a large number of magic crystals here, we can rely on this to enter the mid-seventh stage and then head back to the depths of the Demon Secret Realm. We wouldn't just be wasting time; instead, we would gain even more, wouldn’t we?"

Cold Blade looked at Wushuang King Luo Kong with a knowing smile. If there were no such benefits, would Wushuang King come here?

Luo Kong, in the Longyuan Dynasty, was not just any Martial King that could be overlooked.

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, Wushuang King Luo Kong said no more. He glanced at the entrance of the Ruined Palace, and in a flash, he swept inside, disappearing from sight.

"Is this the Ruined Palace you mentioned, which has a large number of magic crystals?" After Wushuang King left, Cold Blade turned to the martial artists of the Yuan Dynasty and asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, Lord Cold Blade. Previously, we found a huge magic pool in the ruins of this palace, which contained a large number of magic crystals, no less than several hundred. Unfortunately, they were stolen. We did manage to obtain some, but they were all plundered by Blood Hand King of the Da Qian Dynasty..."

"Blood Hand King? Hmph, to steal from my Yuan Dynasty, he better have the capability. If I meet him, I will make him spit them out double."

With contracted pupils, Cold Blade's eyes shot out suffocating coldness.

"Let's go in as well."

With a flash of his figure, Cold Blade spoke no further and, under the guidance of the martial artists from the Yuan Dynasty, swept into the depths of the ruins, leaving the other disciples from the Seven Great Dynasties anxiously waiting.