"The Divine Weapon of the Evil God isn’t owned by our tribe, it’s an object of sacrifice belonging to the Supre Maya Evil God. With such minor cultivation as yours, you seek to snatch it; you’re truly courting death."
The man in the Golden Mask turned his head to look around.
"Where is the Joyous God? When the ninety-nine gods of the Illusionary Light Tribe ca here, I just happened to be out. It was indeed quite impolite not to et them personally."
When he used the word "et," his tone was cold, clearly not intending a real welco.
"The Joyous God arrived early. Had it not been for my intervention to confront them, your evil god’s weapon would have been snatched away long ago," said the huge rabbit from the Sand Rabbit Tribe, carrying the Wolf Fang Club nonchalantly, surrounded by a large group of grey and black-haired rabbits, all burly with fierce eyes, ready to intervene in the battle.
"Sand Rabbit King?" The man in the Golden Mask gave him a cold glance. "Think there might be a bargain to be had?"
Since their tribe’s decline, the Sand Rabbit King was notorious for opportunism. In the recent chaos over the evil god’s weapon, he was the first to arrive, eting the Joyous God.
"Whether there’s a bargain or not doesn’t matter, but by enslaving the Ha Tribe, you have indeed done a favor," laughed the Sand Rabbit King.
He was originally planning to snatch the evil god’s weapon but, after secretly trying when he saw a chance and failed to overco the blockade by the Soul Domain, he passed his actions off as assistance, living up to his reputation for opportunism.
"Nonsense." The king of the Enslaving Ha Tribe paid him no more attention but instead looked again at the enormous centipede.
"Withdraw within three breaths, or don’t bla for making a move."
The enormous centipede laughed wildly, looking directly behind him.
"I can’t defeat you, but you can’t kill . Stop the nonsense. The treasure isn’t sothing your tribe can monopolize. With and brother Earth Dragon here, even if both your queens joined forces, hehe...."
This creature fiercely slamd its tail on the Yan Cry Demon Book, smashing it back, and continued talking unaffected.
"Besides, this fellow here as well, even if you take action, after the exhaustion, aren’t you afraid of the Human Race picking up the advantage?" said the enormous centipede with a sinister laugh.
The man in the Golden Mask’s gaze turned somber, shifting his glance, and settling on another empty space.
He had not made a move because he was always guarding against another hidden enemy on the other side; but now that the centipede had pointed out their trace, he could no longer pretend to be unaware.
Behind a white broken wall in the Evil God Temple, Lin Xin in a black robe with scattered red hair, slowly walked out, his eyes trendously sharp; a re glance made others feel a faint pain in their chests.
More importantly, the area he was entering was enveloped by the enormous centipede’s Soul Domain, yet he managed to walk into it with ease, as if entering a place with no one else present.
Lin Xin surveyed his surroundings. The only threats present for him now were on two fronts, one being the king of the Enslaving Ha Tribe.
The other was the enormous white centipede.
He had killed many of the Enslaving Ha Tribe and understood the ferociousness of this tribe’s king from nurous fragnts of mories.
If Quan Sheying, his forr Senior Sister, was the strongest outside the Heavenly List, the Red Spine Sect’s Red Flag King was at least equivalent to three Quan Sheyings.
And the king of the Enslaving Ha Tribe before him was equivalent to two Red Flag Kings.
Such a disparity was terribly shocking. A direct confrontation, even with his current strength, would an instant death or certain defeat upon contact.
But often, success is not just a matter of strength but of speed!
In an instant, Lin Xin’s form shifted into dozens of afterimages, crossing hundreds of ters in a flash, and passed by the king of the Enslaving Ha Tribe, rushing straight into the Evil God Temple.
His speed, unaffected by the suppression of the Soul Domain, instantly doubled, reaching a level where even the space itself couldn’t react.
By the ti Lin Xin’s form had passed, the space he moved through finally responded, rippling and distorting, rapidly closing the torn spatial rifts.
The king of the Enslaving Ha Tribe’s eyes trembled, and he reached out to snatch, but he was still a step too slow, only able to watch helplessly as Lin Xin flashed by his side.
The Centipede King in the sky was also stunned. He had planned to invite Lin Xin to join forces against the king of the Enslaving Ha Tribe, to see if there was a chance to enter the Evil God Temple and obtain the divine weapon of the evil god. He hadn’t expected that in just a mont, this Human Race cultivator would just flash by, passing right under the king of the Enslaving Ha Tribe’s nose.
This level of Qinggong and Escape Skill was almost comparable to the Heaven Net Tribe’s Divine Eagle King.
Both masters were too slow to react, not to ntion their much lesser deputies and subordinates. Most of them hadn’t even realized what had happened; so didn’t even notice Lin Xin’s appearance and disappearance, and were still battling each other.
The king of the Enslaving Ha Tribe’s eyes beca even colder, although he had been forcibly bypassed, he was not panicked at all. His deputies, including the one with the silver mask, were in an uproar, all changing colors.
"What’s there to panic about! If the Divine Weapon of the Evil God were so easy to take, would I casually let it remain in the ground, immovable?" he said sharply to his subordinates.
The Sand Rabbit King chuckled, and the Centipede King’s eyes rolled around, withdrawing a distance.
"Since guests have already gone inside, there’s no need for us to fight now. Why not join forces and take a look, to see what reliance this Human Race has to think of taking away the Divine Weapon of the Evil God."
The king of the Enslaving Ha Tribe gave him a cold glance. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to kill him, but at this level, unless the gap was enormous, as soon as the Soul Domain expanded, the opponent could burst out and disappear without a trace.
Soul Realm Level powerhouses are not so easily killed, either having various ultimate moves or relying on layers of secret techniques and Divine Skills to survive.
Moreover, the Enslaving Ha Tribe rely guarded the Divine Weapon of the Evil God without being its master. Indeed, if soone could actually take it away, it would be even better.
As the person who had been in contact with the Divine Weapon of the Evil God the longest, the king of the Enslaving Ha Tribe naturally wouldn’t say this.
"Fine then, since soone has broken through the defense, let’s all go in and see whether this Human Race cultivator can take the divine weapon away."
His eyes flickered, and he imdiately spoke in a deep voice.
The Sand Rabbit King was overjoyed, while the Centipede King rapidly shrank his body— from over a hundred ters long to just over a man’s height, transforming into a humanoid with a centipede’s head. Only a white spine extended from the back of his head to his tailbone.
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Enslaving the Ha Tribe Underground Palace.
The ground was bright red, the walls were faintly cracking from the heat, and the tallic ceiling of the Underground Palace was completely blackened.
Apart from a tall stone platform in the center with an Evil God Weapon inserted into it, there was nothing else in the entire circular Underground Palace.
Pieces of spark intermittently floated through the air, which was so dry that not a trace of moisture remained.
When Lin Xin entered the Underground Palace, this was the scene he encountered.
The Evil God Weapon was inserted into the cylindrical platform, surrounded by a vaguely erging translucent, man-high, fiery-red plant shadow.
The plant had semi-transparent leaves that constantly swayed, emitting an extrely terrifying high temperature. Even the space around it kept distorting and transforming, completely obscuring the appearance of the Evil God Weapon within.
"Is this the item Senior Red Leaf gifted , to help enhance my body’s resistance?"
Lin Xin walked slowly toward the Evil God Weapon.
The surface temperature of over a thousand degrees ant nothing to him.
With an unbreakable Yuan Jing, no harm could touch his body. Not to ntion, his physical body was already incredibly strong.
He had just taken a dozen steps when suddenly, the platform thundered loudly.
A massive surge of blood-red flas shot up towards him, and the temperature in the air abruptly soared to two thousand degrees.
"Earth Fire?" Lin Xin recognized the nature of the flas; being a master of fire himself, he naturally had a deep understanding of the three types of flas.
Flas in the world are divided into three categories.
Human Fire, Earth Fire, and Heavenly Fire. Among these, Human Fire and Earth Fire both have their rits, none inferior to the other, while Heavenly Fire is the strongest kind of fla, rarely seen.
The fla present here was familiar to Lin Xin since he often used it himself.
Demonic Fla, a type of Earth Fire ignited by Demonic Qi or a bloody scent, releases a powerful fla capable of easily soaring to extrely high temperatures and also has effects that disturb the mind and pollute Spiritual Energy.
With a wave of his hand, the attacking Earth Fire was directly absorbed into his sleeve, where he had a fire bottle specifically for storing flas—an artifact he acquired in a trade from the Fire God Palace, further improved by his own refinent, significantly surpassing its previous effect.
An endless stream of Earth Fire continued to be sucked into his sleeve, quickly cleared out completely.
The temperature in the Underground Palace slowly began to drop.
The Evil God Weapon on the platform seed to sense sothing wrong and buzzed violently.
Boom!
A ring of massive silver flas burst forth, swiftly sweeping toward Lin Xin.
"Heavenly Fire?" Lin Xin’s eyes focused sharply, his expression suddenly turning grave. He dared not absorb it into the fire bottle; although Heavenly Fire was only one level above Human Fire and Earth Fire, the difference was like heaven and earth. Direct absorption could destroy even the bottle itself.
There are many types of Heavenly Fire, each with effects similar to Divine Skills; it’s unclear what kind of Divine Skill they might unleash. Encountering Heavenly Fire is akin to directly facing a top-tier Yuan Jing Cultivator at True Monarch level with an explosively powerful Soul Realm and boundless Divine Skill potential. Once Heavenly Fire appears, it’s usually overwhelming.
Even the most powerful True Monarch level beings, who possess nearly infinite power without concern for depletion, cannot confront it head-on, except for evasion.
Lin Xin was no exception. Fortunately, his speed was now much faster than before. His movent technique was like a flash of lightning as he instantly moved backward, swiftly avoiding the onslaught of the silver Heavenly Fire, reappearing in front of another wall in the Underground Palace.
"Eh?"
Suddenly, a low, deep sound ca through the air, seeming like soone talking.
"Who’s there?!"
Lin Xin’s expression shifted as he looked around, yet he saw no one else.
"Are you the Human Race lad that Lord Red Leaf ntioned?"
An aged and deep male voice vibrated through the air once again.
Lin Xin’s expression froze, and he instantly looked towards the Evil God Weapon on the platform.
"Who are you?"
"Here, take this!" Before the words ended, a sharp red line flew out fiercely from the platform, shooting straight toward Lin Xin.
This ti, Lin Xin did not dodge but reached out to grab, catching the red line in his hand.
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