Worldwide Simulation Era

Chen Jie gritted his teeth. The envy in his eyes turned intense.

His thoughts had already gone astray.

From the initial shock and astonishment, it turned into envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"D*mn it, why didn't they descend to my side?

"I am the Asura Hall Lord's personal disciple. If those two unlucky fellows descended within my sphere of influence, wouldn't the ten million be mine?"

Chen Jie gritted his teeth, and his eyes turned red.

"However, which faction's Gold Practitioners died? If it was our Jianghu sect... If we lose two experts in a row, we would be at a disadvantage in future battles."

"If they were from the Academy faction, it's a gain."

Chen Jie really wanted to know who died.

Unfortunately, the information was insufficient.

He couldn't even guess.

He could only shake his head and give up.

"I don't care anymore. I'm not an unlucky person. I just need to grow up safely under the Lord's protection!"

"After all, it's impossible that the Lord will be killed tomorrow!"

Chen Jie snorted.

...

At the same time, the remaining five Gold Practitioners from the Academy faction fell into deep thought.

However, they calmed down after thinking about it carefully.

"It's about luck. If they died in the early stages, it can only be said that those two guys were unlucky."

The Gold Practitioners used their knowledge to deduce the two battles.

Their imagination wasn't enough for them to imagine Lin Qiye's ferocity.

Even those who had been through hundreds of battles never imagined that Lin Qiye would have the Dao Repository Technique!

They could never have imagined that Lin Qiye could cultivate the half-step Nascent Soul Realm at the age of seven!

Thus, after a short period of shock, they became calmer.

Of course, Lin Qiye hoped that they would not take it seriously!

That way, they would not run away in advance.

At this moment, Lin Qiye was afraid that Chen Jie would flee, so he rushed toward the Asura Hall like a dash of lightning.

...

The next day.

When the sun rose, the clouds are full of color.

Lin Qiye floated quietly in the void with a cold expression, his eyes overlooking the Asura Hall in the distance.

The Asura Hall is a creepy and haunting sect.

Throughout the sect, there are millions of giant Chimimōryō sculptures standing tall.

The dozens of monster sculptures had grimacing expressions. They were bloody-eyed and savage. An ominous red light flowed on the surface of the sculpture.

It's like they're alive.

Rumor has it that the Asura Hall cultivators will use their blood to trigger their secret art every month. They will offer the sculptures to obtain the blessing of the Asura God.

This mysterious offering had made every sculpture have a strange magnetic field.

They turned the spiritual energy around the Asura Hall into Yin Energy, which benefited the cultivators immensely.

However, the secret art was just a cover in Lin Qiye's eyes.

What did the job was the part of the Golden Dragon of Fortune's body.

They used the human race's fortune!

They had relied on devouring the human race's fortune and parasitism to achieve their prosperity today!

At this thought, Lin Qiye's eyes turned abnormally cold.

"From now on, the Asura Hall will no longer exist. Take your secret art and cultivate it in Hell!"

As his voice fell, thousands of lightning-white jade dragons emitting strange energy suddenly opened their eyes within Lin Qiye's wings and stared at the millions of sculptures below.

In an instant, a sudden change occurred!

The millions of sculptures shed blood and tears. At the same time, they let out mournful cries filled with fear, trepidation, and terror.

Their twisted faces became filled with horror. Their blood-red skin began to crumble, and pieces of blood skin peeled off their faces. It made one's scalp go numb.

At this moment, the Asura Hall looked more like it came from Hell.

However, it was not the Hell that Asura Hall wanted.

Instead, it made the Asura Hall's cultivators panic and turn pale with fright.

Within the Asura Hall, every cultivator's face turned deathly pale in an instant, regardless of whether they were at the half-step Nascent Soul Realm, Golden Core Realm, a personal disciple, or a core disciple.

They all had complicated expressions of horror and disbelief on their faces.

It was as if they were ghosts being chased by lightning.

"Ten thousand ghosts wailing together? It's actually happening? It's over... According to the prophecy, if the ten thousand ghosts wailed together, Asura Hall will be destroyed!"

"But we offer our blood to the statues every month. Why? Why doesn't it protect us?"

"The prophecy is wrong! The prophecy must be wrong!"

"Our Asura Hall has been prospering for 20,000 years and has never declined. How can it be destroyed?"

"Our Lord is a top expert in the world. Who could destroy the Asura Hall under his watch?"

However, before their voices fell, millions of sculptures collapsed into dust.

Soon, the secret art that the Asura Hall cultivators had been cultivating for a long time suddenly went berserk.

The secret art was in disorder, and the spiritual energy in their meridians was rampaging.

It forced the cultivators to spit out a mouthful of blood from their hearts.

Their auras instantly became weak.

However, this was nothing compared to the unlucky cultivators who had their meridians broken and lost their cultivaiton.

"No... My cultivation!"

"There's a problem with the secret art! How could this be?"

"I've been cultivating arduously for three hundred years. I don't want to become trash!"

The Asura Hall cultivators' state of mind collapsed.

They couldn't accept it and roar with indignation and anger.