Seeing Huo Lie step forward, the crowd chimed in, "Right, it’s not fair! Since this is a treasure from the Senluo Tomb, everyone should have the right to fight for it!"

Hearing this, Xue Yan’s face darkened. His side only had four people, and in their eyes, Mu Chen and Feng Shanshan’s strength was no different from an ant’s. If he didn’t agree to this method, they certainly wouldn’t let Mu Chen and Feng Shanshan leave. Most importantly, they couldn’t afford to waste any more time. The negotiation had already taken nearly two minutes. If this continued, they would all be swept into spatial turbulence.

"Big Brother, what should we do?" Xue Lie, Xue Nie, and Xue Shitian all looked toward Xue Yan at the forefront, their voices urgent.

Xue Yan gritted his teeth and sighed. "There’s no other way. We have to agree to their demands. But when the time comes, the four of us must activate the Blood Poison. Otherwise, snatching the Soul Concentration Mirror from these twenty-four people will be too difficult."

Xue Nie was taken aback. "But if we activate the Blood Poison, our power will approach that of a Martial Emperor. If four Quasi-Martial Emperors attack at once, this unstable space will surely be unable to withstand our power."

Xue Yan said grimly, "At this point, we can only take the risk. We only have three minutes. Even if the Senluo Ruins collapse, we must get our hands on the Soul Concentration Mirror. This is what our family has been searching for for ten thousand years! We absolutely, absolutely cannot fail!"

Xue Nie, Xue Lie, and Xue Shitian could hear the anxiety in Xue Yan’s tone. They exchanged glances and nodded solemnly. "Big Brother is right. In that case, let’s not worry about those two. We must focus all our Spiritual Power on the Soul Concentration Mirror!"

Xue Yan grunted in agreement and said to everyone, "What you’ve all said is reasonable. In that case, when do you two plan to toss the items into the air?"

Hearing this, Mu Chen smiled. "Everyone, just stay here and don’t move. After I take her ten thousand meters away, I will naturally toss the two items into the air. Don’t worry, a distance of ten thousand meters is nothing to you—you can cross it in the blink of an eye. We certainly wouldn’t joke with our own lives."

The crowd nodded. "If that’s the case, then take your woman and go, quickly. The space here is about to become unstable. If we delay any longer, I’m afraid we’ll all be buried here."

Hearing ’your woman,’ Mu Chen’s expression became a little awkward, while Feng Shanshan seemed faintly shy, but none of that mattered. Seeing that everyone had cleared a path, he didn’t linger. Mu Chen grabbed Feng Shanshan’s hand and, in a single step, vanished from the crowd’s sight, reappearing in an empty space ten thousand meters away. Back in the original spot, twenty-eight High-Tier Martial Sects stared intently at Mu Chen. From their tense postures, it was clear that they would attack to kill the moment Mu Chen made any excessive moves.

Mu Chen turned his head and smiled at the crowd. "Everyone, good luck!" With that, he wrapped the two items in an Elemental Shield with one hand and pushed them into the air with his palm. The Elemental Shield shot through the dark space like a firework, instantly arriving above the heads of the twenty-eight Martial Sects.

"It’s here!"

"Grab it!"

"Haha... All of you, get the hell out of my way! They’re all mine!" Huo Lie laughed loudly as a scorching, magma-like aura erupted from his body. Countless purple flames shot out from his arms, enveloping his hands.

"Extend!" With another loud shout, the purple flames wrapped around Huo Lie’s arms suddenly shot out like dragon’s tongues, extending thirty meters. At first glance, they looked like two long, narrow whips of blazing fire, whistling as they lashed out at everyone! In just an instant, several Martial Sects who failed to dodge were sent flying, each of them branded with a streak of purple flame.

"Hmph! Brother Huo Lie’s Purple Flame Whip has improved again. It’s becoming more and more troublesome."

This was Xiao Ming’s voice. Although he said that, his hands were busy forming various Combat Technique Seal Techniques. SWISH! SWISH! A vortex of air that looked like a small tornado swirled around Xiao Ming’s body. The moment Huo Lie’s Purple Flame Whip touched the whirlwind, it was deflected.

Huo Lie snorted coldly. "Xiao Ming, don’t just talk about me. Hasn’t your Wind Torrent reached a similar level?"

Xiao Ming gave a noncommittal smile. "It seems when it comes to speed, I, Xiao, am slightly superior. In that case, these two items..."

Just as he was about to speak, Xiao Ming suddenly felt four terrifying auras surge up from behind him. He turned his head, and his expression changed dramatically. "Damn it! Those four big pythons are rushing up from below! And... they’re insane, completely insane!"

Huo Lie was horrified. "Those four madmen actually activated the Blood Poison inside the Senluo Ruins! Are they trying to drag everyone down with them?"

From a distance, Mu Chen saw everything clearly. Although the twenty-four participants from the Outer Realm had rushed forward the instant he threw the items, the Blood Python Family, who desired the Soul Concentration Mirror the most, hadn’t moved. Instead, they had activated some sort of Secret Technique on the spot. Of course, it took an extremely short amount of time. Once the Secret Technique was successfully activated, the four members of the Blood Python Family turned crimson, and vast clouds of blood-red mist spewed from their bodies, blanketing the surroundings with a nauseating, putrid stench.

’Is this their state after activating the Blood Poison?’

Mu Chen stared blankly, horrified, as the four members of the Blood Python Family shot into the sky like four streaks of crimson lightning. ’Sure enough, am I still too weak?’

As soon as this thought appeared in Mu Chen’s mind, the battle in the sky had already undergone a massive change. Although only a wall separated a Quasi-Martial Emperor from a Martial Sect, that wall was like the difference between two worlds. With the speed of a thunderclap, the four from the Blood Python Family pushed everyone around them away. Xue Yan reached out and snatched the Soul Concentration Mirror floating in the air. A look of joy crossed his face as he laughed. "Hahaha, the Soul Concentration Mirror! It’s finally mine!"

However, the very instant they unleashed their power, the space within the Senluo Ruins exploded with a BOOM. With that single roar, the entire Senluo Ruins was thrown into chaos, like a calm lake bombarded by a meteor shower. The spatial turbulence had finally erupted ahead of schedule!

RUMBLE!!!

Mu Chen felt his body shake violently. No matter how hard he tried to steady himself, it was useless. Feng Shanshan was terrified. On the Extreme Martial Continent, there was nothing more terrifying than spatial turbulence. It was a horrifying abyss; once you entered, unless you were blessed by heavenly luck, you would be lost in that spatial abyss for eternity!

CRACKLE... CRACK... BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

As the sounds of space cracking and shattering echoed, the area around Mu Chen changed drastically. A huge chasm had opened right in front of him. Fortunately, the moment the chasm appeared, Mu Chen used a Mist Step to leave his original spot; otherwise, he would have been sucked in.

Huo Lie’s roar came from the distance. "Bastards! If you want to die, why are you dragging me down with you?! I’m getting out of here!"

Despite all his scheming, Mu Chen had ultimately failed to predict that the Blood Python Family would take such a desperate risk and activate the Blood Poison! The gate to the Outer Realm had not yet opened. Caught off guard, Mu Chen could only pull Feng Shanshan along, dodging left and right. Suddenly, Feng Shanshan reached out her right hand as if trying to grab something and shouted, "Master!"

Mu Chen was stunned for a moment, but then he understood. The Soul Condensing Mirror Spirit had rushed out. Unable to see the Soul Condensing Mirror Spirit, Mu Chen could only fix his gaze on Xue Yan’s hand in the distance. The Soul Concentration Mirror had not yet disappeared. Mu Chen knew this was because his evasive maneuvers had taken him beyond the Mirror Spirit’s summoning range.

’Disappear, quickly... disappear...’ Mu Chen chanted silently in his heart, while Feng Shanshan anxiously stared at a corner in the distance...

"Hahaha! I finally got the Soul Concentration Mirror! Hahaha!"

Xue Yan held the Soul Concentration Mirror high, completely unaware that he was surrounded by a dense web of Spatial Rifts. Just as he was reveling in his joy, the Soul Concentration Mirror that Mu Chen had been staring at suddenly vanished from his hand. The smile remained on Xue Yan’s face, his mouth wide open, but his laughter stopped dead.

Mu Chen was overjoyed. "We got it! Has Senior Mirror Spirit returned?"

Feng Shanshan stared into the distance for a moment, then let out a sigh of relief. "It’s back safely."

Mu Chen gave a bitter smile. "Great. One wave has barely subsided when another has risen. The space around us is fracturing more and more. Once the Spatial Rifts overlap, spatial turbulence will be generated."

"My Soul Concentration Mirror!! Where did my Soul Concentration Mirror go?!"

Just as Mu Chen and Feng Shanshan were talking, Xue Yan roared from a distance. His eyes rapidly filled with blood as he scanned his surroundings, suddenly locking onto Mu Chen and Feng Shanshan tens of thousands of meters away. With a guttural snarl, he bellowed, "You two bastards dare to plot against me?! Go to hell!"

With that, Xue Yan zipped past countless Spatial Rifts, flying straight toward Mu Chen and Feng Shanshan. Startled, Mu Chen immediately pulled Feng Shanshan and flew toward the exit. Fortunately, the path was littered with Spatial Rifts, and Mu Chen deliberately weaved around them. Thus, even Xue Yan, who had activated Blood Poison and reached the level of a Quasi-Martial Emperor, couldn’t use his full speed. The two sides maintained a constant distance.

Two minutes passed quickly. Under the pressure, Mu Chen had also burst forth with unprecedented speed.

"According to the time, the gate to the ruins should be opening soon," Mu Chen said anxiously, looking at the space ahead.

Feng Shanshan also spread out her Spiritual Power, instantly covering a hundred-mile radius. As if she had detected something, she frowned. "Mu Chen, there seems to be a different kind of spatial fluctuation ahead, unlike the Spatial Rifts."

Mu Chen nodded. In truth, even if Feng Shanshan hadn’t said anything, he had already seen the strange movement ahead. There, a Spatial Rift glowing with a strong light was directly in their path. From this distance, Mu Chen could even see the distorted scenery of the outside.

"Great! It’s the exit!" Mu Chen laughed, suddenly feeling as if he’d been reborn after a calamity. But... could it really be that simple? No. Just as Mu Chen and Feng Shanshan were about to exit, a crimson figure suddenly flashed out from Mu Chen’s right!

"Trying to leave?! Even if I die, I’ll never let you out! Shatter!"

Following the furious roar, Mu Chen saw a rampaging, blood-colored dragon slam into the ruin’s exit. The next moment, after a series of crackling, thunderous noises, the entire white rift instantly turned black and expanded to more than ten times its original size!

As Mu Chen watched the outside scenery completely disappear, replaced by a bottomless abyss, his mind exploded with a BUZZ...

"No!!!"

A resentful roar echoed throughout the Senluo Ruins. Mu Chen’s eyes were somewhat dazed as he looked at the red figure to his right. But when he looked, he realized it wasn’t Xue Yan, who had been chasing him all this time, but the ever-impulsive Xue Shitian.

"You!" Mu Chen’s eyes looked ready to split with rage, but just as he was about to go berserk, the Spatial Rift that had grown tenfold suddenly flashed with a brilliant light. In the blink of an eye, dozens of familiar figures shot out from within it. Before Mu Chen could react, he felt a massive surge of Primordial Power strike him from behind...