Chapter 145: The Target of Public Criticism, Surrounded by Enemies

Chapter 145: The Target of Public Criticism, Surrounded by Enemies

"This kid is such a Prodigy."

"Butian Holy Land was merely using this Opportunity to intimidate Yaochi Sacred Land. That guy Qin Xuan actually laid a trap far in advance, causing Butian Holy Land to lose over a hundred Prodigies."

"Even an Elder in the Saint Realm became blood food for the abyss's gaping maw."

"It's not that the small tower couldn't match the domain-suppressing cauldron, but that Qin Xuan did it on purpose. He used the power of the domain-suppressing cauldron to get close to the flying Treasure Artifact, then utilized the special power of the quasi-emperor artifact to disintegrate it."

"This kid is cunning and vengeful; he must not be left alive!"

The experts from the Ning Prince Mansion of the Ziyang Empire stared fixedly at Qin Xuan.

Seeing such a Prodigy, they felt increasingly cautious.

This time in the Land of Fallen Emperors, they must cut the weeds and eliminate the roots.

Otherwise, if they don't kill Qin Xuan, their Ning Prince Mansion will surely face future trouble!

Not far from the Ning Prince Mansion, there was a sixteen-bearer sedan chair with a golden roof.

Inside the luxurious sedan, a disdainful voice sounded: "Is this the uncouth commoner who caused my Elder brother's bastard to die a miserable death?"

To the side, a beardless Saint King Realm expert didn't dare to answer and changed the subject: "This kid is indeed Qin Xuan, the one who killed the Son of Prince Ning."

"Good methods, good courage, good treasure. This kid is cunning, but it's a pity he has already been targeted by my Elder brother and cannot be used by me." The voice from the sedan sounded again, seemingly regretful, before immediately adding with satisfaction, "However, that small tower of his is quite a decent treasure; this Prince wants it."

During the previous trip to the Ziyang Imperial Capital, Qin Xuan had already torn off all pretenses of cordiality with the Imperial Family, clans, and Aristocratic Families.

There were countless people who wanted to kill him.

Those coveting the ancient prison-suppressing tower in his hands were even more numerous.

Even this Third Prince of the Empire had a burning gaze and began to harbor intentions.

"Qin Xuan, you are audacious!"

"You dare to scheme and frame the Prodigies of my Butian Holy Land."

"Your crimes are unforgivable even with ten thousand deaths!"

The Sect Master of Soul Refining Sect from Butian Holy Land was furious, his hair standing on end in rage.

His prized Disciple, Tian Yi, had been killed by Qin Xuan.

He already harbored resentment.

He had thought about refining the ancient prison-suppressing tower, but unexpectedly, not only did he not obtain the small tower...

...but even his flying Sacred Artifact was destroyed.

Furthermore, over a hundred Prodigies had become blood food for the abyss's gaping maw.

As a Saint King Realm expert, he could not bear this humiliation.

"Your feud with Butian Holy Land is irreconcilable!" the Sect Master of Soul Refining Sect shouted angrily, "In the Ziyang Imperial Capital, you brutally killed the Son of Prince Ning, and even defied the high and mighty Imperial Family; everyone has the right to execute you."

"Today, my Butian Holy Land is willing to take the lead and join forces with the Ning Prince Mansion, solely to kill you. As for your quasi-emperor artifact, it will depend on which fated person has the Opportunity to claim it!"

As these words fell, the breathing of the surrounding major factions became heavy.

Qin Xuan also realized something was wrong, but he was not nervous.

He sat cross-legged atop the ancient prison-suppressing tower, levitated from the immortal boat, put some distance between them, and cursed at the Sect Master of Soul Refining Sect, "Look at your pathetic self, like someone who forgot to tie their pants and let everything hang out. If you want to kill me, just kill me; why are you here gathering a gang?"

"Since your Butian Holy Land wants to attack, why aren't you doing it now? You talk better than you sing—are you trying to use others as cannon fodder?"

"You want others to trigger the curse of the Double-Pupil Woman inside me, so that your Butian Holy Land can sit back and reap the rewards? Do you think everyone else is a complete idiot?"

"Enough of that; you should weigh whether you can break my defenses before the entrance to the Secret Realm closes!"

The entrance to the Land of Fallen Emperors was bizarre and kaleidoscopic.

The rainbow light emanating from it was weakening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If they could not enter within a certain time, there would be no other way to open the passage.

They would have to wait for the next Reincarnation.

It must be said, the Sect Master of Soul Refining Sect from Butian Holy Land was truly calculating.

In this situation where he was surrounded by enemies, he was forming alliances.

Fearful of the power of his ancient prison-suppressing tower, he wanted to use others' hands to attract his attention, preferably to trigger that well-known 'curse of the Double-Pupil Woman'.

His plan was quite shrewd.

Unfortunately, once such a despicable conspiracy is exposed...

...it has zero lethality.

A Prodigy from Butian Holy Land stepped forward and roared, "Qin Xuan, you have a quasi-emperor artifact to protect you, but the others from your Yaochi Sacred Land do not!"

"If we all attack together, even the Peak Master of Wan Jian Peak won't be able to protect your fellow Disciples!"

Swish!

As soon as the words fell, a large halberd shot out like a meteor.

In just a single encounter, that Heavenly Human Realm Prodigy had their chest pierced, and their life force was strangled and annihilated.

Qin Xuan retrieved the heavenly desolation halberd and rolled his eyes, "I'm talking to your Sect Master; when did it become your turn, an ant like you, to interrupt?!"

He killed a Prodigy in an instant.

Qin Xuan, at the third level of the Heavenly Human Realm, found killing those in the same realm as simple as stepping on an ant.

He didn't care about the enraged Sect Master of Soul Refining Sect and said bluntly, "You can try attacking my Yaochi Sacred Land here; we'll see whose hands are more ruthless, or if my Holy Master's iron fist is stronger!"

Before, he didn't know the extent of the Holy Master of Yaochi's awesomeness.

Now that he knew some of her past, and deeply understood that she possessed supreme techniques, had a resounding reputation, and extraordinary strength...

Why would he just talk trash when he had a convenient backer he could flaunt?

The Sect Master of Soul Refining Sect gritted his teeth in hatred; the temperature around him plummeted, and ice crystals fell.

If looks could kill, Qin Xuan would already be riddled with holes.

"Qin Xuan, I hope we can meet in the Land of Fallen Emperors."

From the direction of the Ziyang Empire, a playful voice sounded.

Immediately after, a luxurious imperial sedan began to descend slowly and majestically toward the entrance of the Land of Fallen Emperors.

After entering that bizarre and kaleidoscopic circle of light, it immediately vanished.

Following the lead of the Third Prince of the Empire, the various major factions rushed straight toward the Land of Fallen Emperors.

Among them, many people, in the instant before entering the circle of light, still stared fixedly at Qin Xuan or the small tower that suppressed the mountains and rivers.

"Qin Xuan, if you die in the Land of Fallen Emperors, even the Holy Master of Yaochi will not be able to save you."

The Sect Master of Soul Refining Sect snorted coldly, and carrying a group of Prodigies from Butian Holy Land, he slowly descended.

Among the Prodigies of Butian Holy Land, there was a young man with a cold and stern face—the very one who had killed the Saint of Yaochi Sacred Land. Before entering the Secret Realm, he faced Qin Xuan, made a throat-slitting gesture with his hand, and smiled particularly eerily.

Beside him, a cold and beautiful woman who kept a low profile seemed as calm as an ancient well, but in reality, she gave off an even more overwhelming sense of oppression.

Wu Bingqing, who held the domain-suppressing cauldron, was definitely one of the most dangerous competitors in this trip to the Land of Fallen Emperors.

Slowly withdrawing his gaze, Qin Xuan cupped his hands toward the Yaochi Disciples led by the Peak Master of Wan Jian Peak on the immortal boat, saying, "Fellow Senior Brothers, I will go ahead; we shall meet again if fate allows."

With that said, he drove the ancient prison-suppressing tower and swiftly entered the Land of Fallen Emperors.

It appeared that he was surrounded by enemies and had voluntarily separated from the main force, not wanting to bring trouble upon the Prodigies of Yaochi Sacred Land.

In reality, he just felt that bringing a group of dead weight behind him was a burden!

The moment he entered the passage, Qin Xuan's vision was filled with bizarre, kaleidoscopic colors, and the world turned upside down.

When he steadied himself, he was already in the midst of a continuous mountain range where the clouds could not be seen.

Everywhere there were giant trees that blotted out the sky, spreading out canopies that blocked the sun, causing this area to never receive sunlight all day, making it exceptionally damp and gloomy.

Inside the small tower, Leng Li said with a wry smile, "There are only tens of thousands of people who entered the Land of Fallen Emperors, and ninety-nine percent of them have already targeted you."

"Either they are Aristocratic Families you offended, or Loose Cultivators who are attached to the Ziyang Imperial Family. Even from the Mingyue Dynasty side, I can feel countless gazes watching your ancient prison-suppressing tower."

"Others come here to seek treasures, but you—you've become the treasure others are seeking."

Just then, beneath Qin Xuan's feet, a hideous vine twisted and rose from the ground, opening a gaping maw covered in thorns, and fiercely bit toward Qin Xuan's head.

Clang—

Accompanied by a crisp sound, Qin Xuan raised his hands, used brute force to pry open the vine creature biting at his neck, and then gave it a fierce yank.

The giant tree connected to the vine had its main tendon ripped out by force, and the giant tree collapsed with a boom.

Qin Xuan weighed the tree tendon in his hand and said with surprise, "Interesting, the big trees in here actually grew tendons! A single tree has strength comparable to the Yin-Yang Realm, and this tree tendon can even be used as a Yin-Yang Realm Treasure Artifact whip."

Leng Li said solemnly, "If it didn't have these special characteristics, how could the former Great Emperor Ziyang have fallen here?"

"What you need to be careful about is not just the dangers of this Secret Realm, but also the assassinations from fellow Cultivators!"

Qin Xuan said with an indifferent laugh, "They are the ones who should be careful."

Suddenly, he noticed an abnormality in the true phoenix feather and took it out from his bosom.

The true phoenix feather flew out from his palm and formed a fire-red passage in front of him.

Leng Li frowned and said, "It's that little girl named Su Youyu; she's in danger!"