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nLi Wuzhen had been killed!

nEven his head was on display for all to see!

nPractically instinctively, the Immortal Lords got up and stood in front of their juniors. Their gazes locked onto the silver-robed man who’d just entered the hall.

nThis new arrival was tall, thin, with beautifully handsome features. He was swathed in purple flame, and his aura was cold and intimidating.

nAs he approached, a bloody air, like a mountain of corpses and ocean of blood, permeated the hall. The crowd’s hearts quivered.

nSu Yi just sat there, unmoving, and poured himself a cup of wine.

nHe was so calm that Tang Bao’er couldn’t help but take another look at him. This guy sure is composed even in the face of danger. It’s like there’s no one else around.

nTang Bao’er had originally planned to get up, but after seeing this, she decided to remain seated too.

nBut no one was paying attention to juniors like her and Su Yi now. That included Tang Lingqi. He too was focused on the new arrival, and his expression was grim.

n“Who are you? Why did you kill Fellow Daoist Li Wuzhen?” A tall, stalwart Immortal Lord in purple robes said gravely.

nThe man in silver smiled, then tossed the bloody head to the floor before slowly sweeping his gaze across the room.

nWhen he saw Su Yi and Tang Bao’er seated on the ground, he paused briefly, then ignored them.

nHe then raised three fingers, smiled, and said slowly, “Don’t be afraid. I’ve come here with just three goals.

n“First, to deliver this head and warn you not to act recklessly. If you do, I’m afraid you’ll meet the same end as Li Wuzhen.”

nThe crowd’s expressions filled with uncertainty, alarm, and anger. This was a blatant threat! It was obvious how domineering the silver-robed man was.

nThe silver-robed man looked around the room. “Second, I’d like to request that all of you offer up every treasure you have on you. Listen clearly: I said all of them!”

nThe stalwart purple-robed man was so angry he burst into laughter. “You’re trying to rob us?”

nThe silver-robed man frowned, then suddenly waved his sleeve through the air.

nA scroll shot forth.

nClang!

nA streak of sword qi shot out of the scroll, sending the stalwart purple-robed Immortal Lord flying. He slammed into the palace walls, shaking the entire building.

nHis hair was disheveled, and blood poured from the corners of his lips. His heart-protecting mirror had shattered, and there was a bleeding wound on his chest.

nThe crowd’s hair stood on end. All of them were visibly stricken.

nWhat terrifying sword qi! If not for that heart-protecting mirror, he’d have been killed on the spot! But even though the mirror saved his life, he’s badly injured! And he’s an Immortal Lord!

nMeanwhile, Su Yi’s gaze focused on the scroll hovering before the silver-robed man. His expression was inscrutable.

n“I don’t like being interrupted when I’m talking,” the silver-robed man said with a soft, feminine smile. He said slowly, “Enough. Once you’ve given me all of your treasures, I’ll tell you my third aim.”

nEveryone’s expression was unsightly

nA gray-haired middle-aged man could no longer suppress his rage. “Everyone, it seems to me that there’s no need to waste any more time on talk. Let’s attack together and kill this madman!”

nThe silver-robed man stretched and flicked his finger.

nAnother streak of sword qi shot out of the scroll, as radiant as the first light of dawn breaking through the darkness.

n“Break!” the gray-haired middle-aged man bellowed. He’d been prepared for this, and he was already circulating the full extent of his cultivation base. He’d activated his defensive treasures, too. He was going to block this head-on.

nBang bang bang!

nA rapid-fire series of explosions rang out. Shockingly, in the face of those terrifying streaks of sword qi, the gray-robed middle-aged man’s defensive treasures offered no more resistance than paper window paneling. All of them exploded, one by one.

nThe slash left the gray-haired middle-aged man badly injured, and the impact flung him into a corner. Shockingly, he couldn’t get back to his feet.

nThe other Immortal Lords’ hearts shook, and their hair stood on end.

nJust who is this guy? Why is that scroll so terrifying?

n“Three times is the limit. If anyone else misbehaves, don’t blame me for striking to kill,” said the silver-robed man. He stood in the doorway, looking perfectly composed, proud, and contemptuous, as if everyone here was mere prey he could treat as he pleased.

nThe crowd’s hearts sank as they realized they’d run into big trouble this time.

nEven Tang Bao’er struggled to remain calm. She couldn’t help but stand. There was concern written all over her face.

nShe was a bit on the ditzy side, but she wasn’t stupid. On the contrary, she was an extraordinary talent blessed with great intellect. How could she not realize how dire their predicament was?

nEveryone looked at Tang Lingqi. He was the strongest among them, and his status was the highest. He’d effectively become their pillar of support.

nFurthermore, it was Tang Lingqi who’d organized this trip to the Palace of Scriptures.

nTang Lingqi’s expression was grave. “Unless my eyes deceive me, you’re an expert of the Church of Divine Flame. Is that right?”

nThe Church of Divine Flame!

nThe group reacted as if they’d been struck by lightning. Their hearts and minds quivered as they recalled that ancient and mysterious Demonist faction.

nPrior to the Age of Fallen Immortals, the Church of Divine Flame was one of the three greatest Demonist factions in the Immortal Realm!

nIts founder was an unrivaled grandmaster of Demonism, the Leveling Heavens Immortal Sovereign. His prestige intimidated the entire Immortal Realm.

nBack then, there were disciples of the Church of Divine Flame throughout the Immortal Realm!

nHowever, after the onset of the Age of Fallen Immortals, the Church of Divine Flame took devastating damage. Rumor had it that this ancient Demonist faction had long since disappeared into the river of history.

nWho’d have thought they’d encounter a suspected Church of Divine Flame Immortal Lord here tonight, in the ruins of the Academy of Eternal Night?

nWho wouldn’t have been surprised?

nThe silver-robed man looked surprised too. “I wouldn’t have thought that even in the present day, there’d be someone capable of recognizing my origins. Who are you?”

nTang Lingqi said gravely, “I hail from the ancient Tang Family.”

nThe silver-robed man narrowed his eyes. “No wonder.”

nThe Tang Family had been a top clan even prior to the Age of Fallen Immortals! Tang Lingqi clasped his fist. “Since you know my clan, please give us face and let this end here. That way, we can meet again as friends in the future.”

nHe was already being plenty tolerant and polite.

nBut the silver-robed man just laughed derisively. “The Tang Family is strong, but not strong enough to intimidate the Church of Divine Flame.”

nA moment later, his gaze was pitying. “I urge you to give up the struggle. I won’t lie to you; the ruins of the Academy of Eternal Night have long since fallen under our control!”

nThe crowd was instantly in uproar. Their expressions shifted as they realized that this didn’t bode well.

nMeanwhile, the silver-robed man continued, “As you can probably guess, over the years, everyone who’s attempted to investigate as you are now has either died, or submitted and joined the Church of Divine Flame. None have ever left the ruins of the Academy of Eternal Night alive!”

nSomeone said with an unsightly look on his face, “Was this… a trap?”

nThe silver-robed man smiled. “You can look at it that way if you like.”

n“I understand. The so-called legacies of the Palace of Scriptures are just bait to lure people like us in,” Han Jingsong said in a quavering voice.

nThe crowd’s hearts sank, and they felt chills in their hands and feet. Who could have imagined that all of this was no more than a trap the Church of Divine Flame had placed here!?

nAnd the silver-robed man was strong, especially with that scroll of his. It was a killer weapon, terrifying beyond measure! None of them were a match for him.

nMore importantly, he wasn’t at all afraid to offend the Tang Family!

n“You’d best not try anything reckless.” The silver-robed man suddenly looked at Tang Lingqi. “Even if you brought trump cards with you, none of them are even worth mentioning.”

nThe silver-robed man laughed, his gaze playful. “You’re from the Tang Family. Surely you recognize this calligraphy’s origins?”

nTang Lingqi furrowed his brow. “Forgive my ignorance. Please, enlighten me.”

nThe silver-robed man sighed. “Talking to you is as dull as playing music for a cow. Very well. Allow me to broaden your horizons!”

nWith that, he raised the scroll and unfurled it in the air.

nIt was three feet long, with just one line of text:

n“Suppressing the heavens until they’re just three feet tall!”

nEvery word was sweeping and forceful, like the sharp edge of a sword. The text bled through the back of the scroll.

nBoom!

nWhen the crowd saw it, they felt pricking pain in their souls. Pressure so terrifying as to make the heavens themselves quiver bore down on them, and their bodies were soon drenched in sweat.

nThe juniors were so stricken that their knees turned to jelly, and they almost prostrated themselves on the ground.

n“That’s… the Eternal Night Immortal Sovereign’s calligraphy!” Tang Lingqi cried out. He’d completely lost his cool.

nThe other Immortal Lords gasped. Chills coursed through them as they finally understood why the silver-robed man was so fearless, and why the calligraphy’s streaks of sword qi were so terrifying!

nThis was because those words were written by the Eternal Night Immortal Sovereign!!

n“The Eternal Night Immortal Sovereign….” Tang Bao’er was visibly stunned.

nEven though the long age of Tallen Immortals had completely transformed the Immortal Realm, who beneath the heavens hadn’t heard of the Eternal Night Immortal Sovereign’s legendary feats?

nSeeing me is like seeing the heavens, the First Immortal of the Sword!

nThroughout the ages, he was the strongest sword cultivator at the pinnacle of the Immortal Dao. There was no one else like him!

nTales of his accomplishments circulated the Immortal Realm like myths of legends. Every cultivator born in the Immortal Realm had heard the stories!

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nAs a descendent of the Tang Family, Tang Bao’er had read about his accomplishments in her clan’s ancient tomes. She knew far better than most that the Eternal Night Immortal Sovereign was supreme, even among those at the pinnacle of the Immortal Dao!

nThe silver-robed man took in the crowd’s astonished spaces, and a smug grin rose unbidden to his lips.

nHe feigned reserved calm and said leisurely, “That’s right. The Tyrant Wang Ye wrote this calligraphy himself!

n“He said that the Grand Dao was like the heavens, and that he’d wield his Dao Heart as a sword to suppress the heavens until they were just three inches tall. This masterpiece is a reflection of his mentality upon reaching the pinnacle of the Immortal Dao.

n“Although it’s ‘just’ a line of text without any secret magic or abilities, it’s emblazoned with the Tyrant’s spirit and the charm of his Dao of the Sword. It’s existed for countless years, undamaged by the passage of time. In the present day, it’s a supreme, unrivaled treasure!”

nThe silver-robed man’s gaze filled with fervor and contemptuous pride. “With this treasure in hand, you people are no more than clay chickens and porcelain dogs to me!”

nDeathly silence fell. The only sound was the silver-robed man’s contemptuous words, which still echoed through the air.

nThe crowd’s faces were ashen.

nOnly Su Yi just sat there, sloshing the last drops in his jug of wine.

nFinishing a drink was always a somewhat lonely sensation.

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