Chapter 348: 259: Escape and Danger_2

Chapter 348: Chapter 259: Escape and Danger_2

“So it is, since you’re an old acquaintance. Very well, as long as you obey, this old man will spare your life!”

No sooner had the voice fallen than someone imitated and approached Iron Pan Master, seeking to ingratiate themselves with him.

At this point, someone recognized Wei Yong’an’s identity and hurriedly saluted him with a bow.

Zhao Sheng sighed at this scene, thinking to himself, “How clever people are to deceive themselves! They’re obviously not satisfied with how quickly they’re dying!”

Seeing that the two Golden Core Masters did not immediately execute them, the crowd’s fear slightly lessened.

Even so, everyone was still visibly trembling, as if on the brink of an abyss.

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The awe-inspiring authority of the Golden Core could thus be seen.

At this moment, Zhao Sheng straightened his attire, then strode towards the exit.

Watching Zhao Sheng approaching, Iron Pan Master’s presence grew more formidable, and he asked with an inexplicable tone, “Young man, where do you think you’re going?”

“Excuse me, Master, but I have urgent matters and must take my leave first.”

At this time, a black mystic light suddenly emerged from the Coiling Dragon Tattoo on Iron Pan Master’s body.

His voice turned icy, “This path is closed!”

“Ah, Senior, why must you do this?” Zhao Sheng lamented, his face showing a resolute expression.

Just as the two were about to clash again, Wei Yong’an suddenly spoke up.

“Why does Young Master Yang need to leave in such a hurry? Wouldn’t it be better to stay here?”

“Does Senior Wei mean to suggest that I join forces with the Master?” Zhao Sheng threw back a retort at Wei Yong’an without even turning his head.

Upon hearing this, Iron Pan Master’s eyes immediately shone with excitement, frighteningly bright.

Seeing the turn of events, Wei Yong’an quickly changed his approach, persuading Iron Pan Master:

“Taoist Tie Pan, since Young Master Yang insists on leaving, let him go. We don’t know how much longer we’ll be delayed here.

What’s the point of not letting him leave? People outside will continue to break into this place regardless. In the end, the matter will inevitably be leaked, so whether we keep it secret or not is no longer important.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng immediately swore, “The two True Immortals can rest assured, even if I leave this place, I will absolutely keep my lips sealed. I dare to make a sworn oath.”

Wei Yong’an waved a hand dismissively, “There’s no need for an oath. However, you must take good care of that treasure you’ve obtained, Young Master Yang, and make sure no one else gets it.”

“You old crook, so cunning,” Zhao Sheng cursed silently in his heart.

But on the surface, he was extremely “grateful,” “Thank you for the reminder, Senior Wei. I will remember it deeply.”

“Brother Wei, are you certain you won’t reconsider?” Iron Pan Master, seeing this, became anxious and solemnly prompted.

He nearly voiced the words “silence him” outright.

But Wei Yong’an seemed to have made up his mind as firmly as if he had swallowed a weight, showing no hint of changing his decision.

At this point, Zhao Sheng suddenly understood the situation.

Wei Yong’an and Iron Pan Master were different.

Wei Yong’an was weaker than his opponent and also burdened by his family, whereas Iron Pan Master was a Loose Cultivator with nothing to lose.

If he were to be silenced by the two, then Iron Pan Master would undoubtedly fight with Wei Yong’an, seeking to monopolize all the treasures.

Not to mention the special environment of the palace was greatly in favor of a Body Refiner, Wei Yong’an, as an Array Master, would find no use for his skills here.

Ultimately, the sole victor would certainly be Iron Pan Master.

However, the beauty of the situation lay in the anomaly among the Foundation Establishment Cultivators like him who, with the help of the special environment of the palace, could actually contend against Iron Pan Master.

At this moment, everything was clear!

He wanted to leave this place.

Wei Yong’an began to think about maintaining the “three-legged tripod” balance.

Seeing his determination, that person immediately came upon the idea of letting one live to tell the tale.

Why let a “survivor” go? Those who understand the logic don’t need a detailed explanation here.

Iron Pan Master was extremely reluctant, unwilling to let Zhao Sheng go for nothing.

Zhao Sheng repeated his old trick, subtly threatening, “The Master surely doesn’t wish to see me joining forces with Senior Wei, does he?”

“Hmph!”

Iron Pan Master grunted and coldly stepped aside, opening a path.

He wasn’t afraid of their joint effort, but he couldn’t afford to delay any longer.

By now, the onlookers who were watching the drama unfold were all dumbfounded.

Good heavens, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator had actually threatened two Golden Core Masters in succession,

And what’s key, he actually succeeded.

How could one not describe this as utterly inconceivable!

“I want to leave too!” someone internally shouted desperately, but at such a critical juncture, no one dared to draw the ire upon themselves.

No, there actually was one who was bold enough.

“Elder, I also have… ah!”

Unfortunately, that person had only spoken a few words before Iron Pan Master, blazing with fury, smashed his head to a pulp with a punch.

The gap between Foundation Establishment and Golden Core was like the difference between clouds and mud, not everyone was a freak like Zhao Sheng.

“Who else wants to leave this place?”

As Zhao Sheng crossed the hole in the wall, the threatening voice of Iron Pan Master, filled with rage, suddenly came from behind him.

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No sooner had he left the palace than Zhao Sheng turned into a gust of wind and quickly flew away.

Although he didn’t know whether Iron Pan Master or Wei Yong’an would end up as the ultimate winner, Zhao Sheng didn’t think they would meet a good end.

As the ancients said, “Whosoever’s virtue does not match his place, disaster will befall.”

The Chi Demon Banner, the True Dragon Remains, and other such heavy treasures were not things they could covet or possess.

This sort of Divinity Transformation Level relic, even merely touching upon it, often meant massive trouble.

Don’t think that just because he successfully escaped from the heavens, everything would be fine.

Zhao Sheng guessed that there must be repercussions to this affair, and that major trouble awaited him down the line.

Luckily, he had never showed his true face before.

But that didn’t mean he was completely safe.

The Heavenly Square Halberd he used, his Foundation Establishment Realm, his Body Refining Cultivator status, and even his build and demeanor, all left countless traces behind.

If any major force spent the time and effort to meticulously investigate…

It would only be a matter of time before he was found out.

He must not harbor any illusions of luck!

For the possibility of a true treasure, a Nascent Soul Ancestor might very well spend decades or even centuries digging up every last inch of land to find him.

Moreover, he did indeed obtain a true treasure.

The last words of Wei Yong’an were unexpectedly accurate.

Zhao Sheng knew this place had turned into a ticking time bomb, how could he dare stay a second longer?

After spending nearly an hour, Zhao Sheng evaded several dozen fleeting space rifts and finally reached the white mist at the very periphery of the relics.

Staring at the vast cloud mist, he gritted his teeth, bolstered himself with triple defense, and then plunged headlong into the fog.

A wave of dizziness washed over him, a feeling all too familiar, and an inexplicable surge of elation filled Zhao Sheng’s heart.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw ice and frost howling around him, the world encased in ice.

He had actually made it out!

However, Zhao Sheng’s joy lasted only a moment.

At that instant, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, giving rise to an overwhelming sense of dread.

“I’m going to die! I’m going to die! I’ll definitely die!”

In that moment between life and death, he suddenly erupted with potential like never before, his feet forcefully exploding into action and digging two deep pits in the ground as chunks of ice and stone burst into the air.

He vanished from the spot in an instant, moving so fast it was as though he had performed instantaneous movement.

Rip!

Ten yards away, Zhao Sheng staggered to a stop, with a new, bone-deep gash across his chest and abdomen.

He had narrowly escaped being bisected by the sneak-attack sword light.

His nearly Small Success Immortal Golden Body was as fragile as paper in the face of that sword light.

Zhao Sheng’s body stiffened.

Just a yard in front of him, a young man in white, with piercing eyes and thin lips, was standing quietly in mid-air.

“Ancestor, this guy has a tough body, and his reactions are really quick!”

Following this mocking remark, a black-haired, crown-wearing, rosy-cheeked fat elder suddenly flew in from behind, landing beside the young man in white.

This person had clear and innocent eyes, an expression carefree and childish, looking as though he never aged.

Wearing a broad smile, he looked at Zhao Sheng with silver sword light circling around him.

Zhao Sheng narrowed his eyes, recognizing the true nature of the sword light, and saw it was actually several silver elixir pills about an inch big.

Sword Pills?!

“…I’ve actually encountered a high-level Inner Sword Cultivator of the Sky-splitting Sword Dao. This is troublesome,” Zhao Sheng inwardly lamented.

After all, the people of the Sky-splitting Sword Dao were all combat madmen, especially Inner Sword Cultivators with their Sword Obsession. After refining Sword Pills, they roamed, seeking demons and slaying evils (testing their swords upon the world).

In comparison to Jian Er, who had been defeated by him three times in these years (with Jian Shisan now ranking second), Inner Sword Cultivators were the real “Sword Madmen.”