d Guan Dongping.Generally speaking, developers usually calculate the presale period of a house into the cost at the initial development stage. He did the same thing back then, otherwise he wouldn't ha...Inside the hall, dozens of people were fighting to the death. This wasn't a staged fight; it was a brutal struggle for survival.

Chunks of flesh flew, drops of blood splattered on the ground, one by one they fell.

In less than a quarter of an hour, originally fifty or sixty people were killed or injured, and the rest were also individually wounded.

Chaos, carnage, bloodshed!

But no one noticed the blood that slowly seeped into the ground, then vanished.

"Alright, everyone stop fighting and listen to me for a moment!"

A deep voice echoed throughout the hall, causing everyone to recoil and turn their attention toward its source.

Speaking was Jin Chongfeng, the strongest among the remaining immortals as powerful cultivators flocked to the sect. He belonged to the Wu Xing Jian Pai.

Even so, he still had seven or eight wounds on his body, which showed how fierce the recent battle had been.

The Hehe Sword School's Qiao Yuniang raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth: "What do you have to say"

Jin Chongfeng said, "We can't keep fighting like this. Otherwise, even if six of us are left, we'll all be covered in wounds. How will we get the inheritance after going inside How will we compete with those who went in first"

After he finished speaking, everyone present fell silent.

It's true. If this fighting continues, whoever emerges victorious in the end will probably only have half a life left.

The Shadow Sword School's Huāluò Yǐng had bloodshot eyes, she was also injured in the recent fight: "Easy for you to say, but how do we divide these six spots if we don't fight"

"Of course, it's allocated according to cultivation level."

Jin Chongfeng said, "As a late-stage celestial immortal, I naturally deserve a spot. The rest will be given to mid-stage celestial immortals."

As for those below the mid-term level, just give up and hurry to find other opportunities.

"I agree!"

Chu Xiangjun, the son of the Chu family, stepped out, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

Jin Chongfeng nodded in satisfaction. He naturally welcomed those who supported him with both hands.

Just then, a sharp pain suddenly struck his ribs. Chu Xiangjun's celestial sword pierced directly into his soft underbelly, exiting his body.

This blow was truly ruthless, piercing straight through his viscera. Though he had been wounded in several places before, none of them compared to the severity of this strike.

"You... you actually dared to sneak attack me!"

Jin Chongfeng was both shocked and enraged. Having been injured previously and caught completely off guard, he was pierced through by a single sword blow.

As soon as he finished speaking, another sharp pain struck his back. The shadow sword from the Meiying Jianpai school, Hua Qianying's celestial sword, pierced straight through his heart.

To say that the sword just now by Chu Xiangjun only took half his life, this sword directly destroyed his physical body, a ray of primordial spirit overflowing from the Dantian.

Jin Chongfeng was panicked and frantically fled, but this place was completely sealed off. How could his primordial spirit possibly escape

As he reached mid-air, a mass of black qi suddenly appeared before him, like a monstrous beast with its jaws wide open, swallowing his soul in one gulp.

At this moment, the battlefield fell into chaos once again. Both Chu Xiangjun, who had just made a move, and Li Qianying, who arrived later, had black light flashing in their eyes and a frenzied expression. Their immortal swords relentlessly slaughtered without cease.

Others are the same, seemingly having forgotten the purpose of being here, only attacking and attacking incessantly.

Blood splattered everywhere, flesh flew, and the ground swallowed everything in its path.

As wave after wave of figures fell, the dead grew ever more numerous, and the living fewer and fewer.

In the end, Wuxiang Sword of the Five Elements School chopped off Huāluòyǐng's head. At the same time, he was split in half by Chú Xiāngjūn from behind.

And having done all this, Chu Xiangjun spat blood repeatedly and was severely wounded before collapsing to the ground.

The battle was over, the entire hall reeked of blood, and there wasn't a living soul left.

"Hahaha, what a fool. Now the old man will have to do it himself."

With a burst of arrogant laughter, a cloud of black mist appeared in mid-air, transforming into a humanoid shape.

"Such rich essence, with such a restorative treasure, strength should be able to recover by one-tenth."

After finishing his words, the figure once again transformed into black smoke, completely enveloping the people below.

After about half a quarter of an hour, the black qi reformed into a human shape, looking much clearer than before.

And the corpses on the ground had vanished completely, not even a shred of flesh remained, leaving only shattered garments and scattered weapons and storage rings.

It's a pity that the proud disciples of all major sects, those geniuses nurtured with countless resources, have met their end here.

A sinister chuckle escaped the shadow's mouth: "A bunch of greedy fools. With just a touch of my demonic soul, I'll have you tearing each other apart."

But that's alright, it saves a lot of trouble, and my strength has recovered much since then.

"Let's go and see those people again, so much essence blood, it can help me recover some more."

As soon as he finished speaking, a shadow flickered and vanished into the air portal.

Eastern Dao Yuan led the Tian Dao Sect disciples into the portal. Outside, it appeared pitch black inside, but after entering, the light was bright.

This is a narrow corridor with illuminated jade embedded in the ceiling. The walls are smooth and bare.

Everyone moved cautiously forward, afraid something might happen.

I thought others would follow, but after waiting for a long time, there was no sign of anyone.

"Master Dongfang, why haven't those people followed us in yet"

Behind him stood a thin young man, seemingly slight in build, yet his eyes shone with an intense light.

Kǒng xuān, another genius disciple of Tiāndào zōng, has reached the late stage of Immortal Venerable, but unfortunately, he is rarely noticed under the brilliance of Dōngfāng Dàoyuán.

"Don't mind them, seize the opportunity is the right thing to do."

Dongfang Daoyuan scolded, no longer paying attention to the commotion behind him. Instead, he quickened his pace and rushed forward with the four people following closely behind him.

By the time we had walked for about seven or eight li,

the path ahead suddenly opened up. At the end of the passage was a large room.

This place is about three or five hundred square meters, very spacious.

In the center of the front of the house, there was a rectangular table with a dazzling golden crown upon it.

"What is this"

Kong Xuan looked around, but didn't see any other treasures. His gaze finally settled on the crown.

Others are the same, since there are no other treasures, the attention naturally focuses here.

And just then, another golden light emerged slowly from atop the crown.

"This is the Crown of Kings belonging to me, Xuanji Emperor. When I fell, I sealed all my cultivation into it."

"As long as it is worn on one's own head, one can inherit my legacy and become the revered Xuanji Emperor."

Hearing that one could ascend to the Imperial Realm simply by wearing this crown, the five individuals immediately had bloodshot eyes, radiating a greedy light.

Kong Xuan said: "Emperor Xuanji, which one of us do you think is suitable for your inheritance"

Everything happens for a reason, everything is part of fate. Whoever puts on this hat will be suitable for my legacy.

The golden light and shadow seemed to have completed its mission. After speaking, it dissipated into the void.

The room fell silent instantly. After a brief moment of stunned silence, Kong Xuan's face contorted into an obsequious grin: "Big Brother, among all our brothers, you are the strongest! The Emperor's legacy rightfully belongs to you!" from inside, followed by four bodyguards in black suits.This man was about thirty years old. He wore glasses and looked rather scholarly, but there was a bone-deep arrogance in his face. As he walked...