"Ancestor!"

"Ancestor!"

Before the Seven Killings Hall Master could arrive, his voice had already reached. This was the true reflection of his inner state, as Chen Yuan, wielding the God Slaying Spear, charged in. He was impossible to stop.

Even Xiang Qianqiu of the Immortal Realm was killed by Chen Yuan; what could his mere top ten Heavenly List strength amount to?

When Chen Yuan wielded the God Slaying Spear, he felt a death threat, desperately hoping the ancestor would appear.

Like a drowning man grasping at his last straw on the shore.

But when the Seven Killings Hall Master reached the forbidden area in the back mountains, he saw the ancestor had vanished without trace, as if plunged into an ice cellar, staring in disbelief at this scene.

The Blood Pond had dried, the ancestor disappeared.

He... had fled!

Using him as a shield to delay, yet quietly left the Secret Realm. At this moment, the despair of the Seven Killings Hall Master was profound.

As he frantically pondered his strategies, suddenly a powerful aura enveloped the void, sealing the Secret Realm's void, with the Qi locking onto him.

Turning to look, he saw Chen Yuan, holding the God Slaying Spear, strolling calmly through the void, a mocking smile flickering on his face.

"Seven Killings friend, keep running."

Once, the Seven Killings Hall Master was a figure he could only look up to, needing a desperate fight even with a bronze assassin from the Seven Killings Hall.

Yet now, in just a few years, the situation had reversed dramatically; the other... was now an ant he could crush with ease.

Chen Yuan's words were like a death summons to the Seven Killings Hall Master's ear, startling him, the face beneath his mask twisted.

The atmosphere between them was tense, the Seven Killings Hall Master took a deep breath, his voice hoarse:

"With things as they are, I have nothing more to say, no path to take. If King Yan is willing to spare me, I will fight for him in future conquests."

Chen Yuan shook his head:

"Too late."

If back at Goddess Palace, the Seven Killings Hall Master had chosen like Dongfang Sheng, Chen Yuan would've let go of some past grievances.

Sadly, at that time, the other wasn't willing.

Even joined forces with Xiang Qianqiu without repentance or foresight.

Thus, there's only one path left now.

Currently, although Dongfang Sheng is under great pressure, resisting the Buddhist army, he remains unworried with Chen Yuan's support; before victory is decided, he is safe.

But the Seven Killings Hall must be destroyed.

Not just due to grudges, but also to make a point—to show the Heavenly Demon Hall and others that mere strength doesn't guarantee forgiveness.

The key is whether Chen Yuan is willing!

The pressure from the Immortal Domain is imminent; betrayal from the Immortal Sect must be prevented. Using both kindness and power is the best strategy; those daring to breach alliances face future reckoning.

To tell the world, even the court is thrown into chaos by him; what's one Immortal Sect? Even with an Immortal present, he will strike without remorse.

"Is there no room for negotiation?"

"What do you think?"

The Seven Killings Hall Master's eyes darkened, staring at Chen Yuan, whispering:

"Since so, then... let me test King Yan's prowess!"

With no room for negotiation, as a dignified Immortal Sect Leader, lowering himself this much was rare; was he expected to kneel and beg?

Those achieving Supreme Yang God True Monarch, weren't they all exceptional talents? Whose heart lacked pride? Who wouldn't surge with defiance in a sure-death scenario?

As he finished speaking, a blood-red sword manifested in the Seven Killings Hall Master's hand. Although not the Immortal Iron Sword, it was a rare Eight Tribulation Divine Weapon.

A treasure he refined for years, in unity with his spirit, the surrounding void rapidly twisted, his figure leaving shadows in the void, instantly closing in on Chen Yuan.

Furious power erupted instantly!

The terrifying killing vitality enveloped Chen Yuan; despite knowing he was outmatched, the Seven Killings Hall Master still wanted a battle to test Chen Yuan's prowess.

Otherwise, his century of cultivation would be for naught.

The Yang God True Monarch unleashed everything, wielded tremendous power; even peak Yang God and rule comprehenders dared not underestimate.

But Chen Yuan's prowess surpassed ordinary imagination, not simply described with Yang God, as Tianxu said before.

He now is... the world's number one!

What denotes number one?

It signifies a gap with those behind, a chasm bigger than from Core Realm to Primordial Spirit.

Thus, when the Seven Killings Hall Master suddenly attacked, Chen Yuan remained unperturbed, as if it was a leisurely confrontation of unequal dimensions.

"Boom!"

The Blood Sword struck with killing aura sweeping, yet within ten feet of Chen Yuan, an invisible barrier seemed to appear, stopping it directly.

The Rule Power spread out, the Seven Killings Hall Master's pupils under the mask shrank sharply.

As the attack missed, the Seven Killings Hall Master tried to retreat, using space to create opportunities, skilled in assassination tactics; despite relying on direct kills, who assumed a Hall Master couldn't know such methods?