Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 347: Escape from Danger

Since they couldn’t break through the formation in a short time, they decided to crudely drill an escape tunnel instead.

It must be said that the artifact refining technique of the expert who built this palace far exceeded everyone’s imagination.

A mere wall of Blue Steel Rock was actually even harder than ten-thousand-year-old Xuan Iron!

Fortunately, the wall was already full of cracks, which gave Zhao Sheng and the others hope of breaking through it.

Clang!

Zhao Sheng casually dropped a broken Spiritual Flying Sword, then skillfully reached around his waist with his right hand, producing another Flying Knife that shimmered with a cold, golden light.

The Flying Knife instantly grew to three feet in length, and Zhao Sheng used it as a chisel, fiercely targeting a dented part of the wall.

Bang bang!

…

Another hour later, the vacuum suction inside the great hall had reached a terrifying intensity.

Even separated by a Storage Bag, all items containing Spiritual Energy were involuntarily being drained continuously.

Every two minutes, everyone had to take a Spirit Pill to prevent their dantian’s Spiritual Power from plummetting and causing them to lose balance.

At this time, the Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator, pale-faced, could no longer attend to anything else and strained to run his Cultivation Technique, desperately trying to stave off Spiritual Power exhaustion.

Snap!

A unique, light sound and suddenly a beam of light penetrated the dim palace from the outside.

“Ha ha, it’s finally through!” Iron Pan Master exclaimed joyfully, throwing the Spiritual Artifact long spear in his hand.

Zhao Sheng’s expression suddenly changed as he saw the long spear transform into a bolt of lightning, striking the Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator in the chest and abdomen, the spear tip piercing through his body and driving into the ground.

Ah ah!

The Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator suddenly opened his eyes wide with a look of despair, grabbing the spear that protruded from his body, as blood spurted out like a fountain.

He weakly tried to pull it out, but at that moment, the latent True Yuan in the spear’s shaft explosively unleashed, instantly blasting him into seven or eight pieces.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng took two steps back, his expression cold as he watched Iron Pan Master.

“Your turn!” Iron Pan Master said nonchalantly, waving his hand toward him.

Zhao Sheng ignored him, not moving an inch.

At that moment, Wei Yong’an chided, “Taoist Tie Pan, you were too hasty just now!”

“Young Zhao, you need not fear! If he makes a move, I will certainly not stand idly by,” he said calmly.@@novelbin@@

Zhao Sheng calmly spoke up, “If the master is in such a hurry, you might as well finish the job yourself.”

Iron Pan Master scoffed a few times, “Alright, but let me make it clear, I’ll be the first to leave when it’s time. Don’t you regret it later.”

“Hehe! If the master wishes to do so, by all means, go ahead. I will not stop you.”

Iron Pan Master’s threats were simply laughable.

Don’t forget, the Chi Demon Banner was still in the palace! It would be strange if he could bear to leave this place.

Zhao Sheng was different; he knew very well that whether it was the Chi Demon Banner, the True Dragon Skeleton, or those top-grade treasure beads, none were within his reach.

Compared to the two Golden Core Masters with hidden motives, he was the one who most urgently wanted to escape this place.

However, what the three of them did not expect was that suddenly, a commotion came from outside:

“There’s movement!”

“Hey, there’s a hole here!”

“Look quick, there are people inside!”

Hearing voices from the outside world, the faces of Iron Pan Master, Wei Yong’an, and Zhao Sheng changed immediately.

Iron Pan Master remained silent, turned around, and continued to try to retrieve the Chi Demon Banner.

Meanwhile, Wei Yong’an silently sighed, beginning to try to retrieve parts of the True Dragon Skeleton.

Zhao Sheng smiled briefly, then sat with legs crossed not far away, fully focusing on restoring his internal Spiritual Power, all the while resisting the increasingly strange suction.

…

An hour later, the wall had been forcibly blasted open into a big hole by the Cultivators outside.

“Junior Qiu, hold on!”

As an anxious voice called out from outside, a Jinyi Great Han clad in a double-layered red and blue light shield suddenly burst through the big hole.

Zhao Sheng abruptly opened his eyes, staring directly at the newcomer.

Ah!

The Jinyi Great Han, upon seeing the dead bodies scattered throughout the hall and noticing Iron Pan Master, Wei Yong’an, and Zhao Sheng eyeing him predatorily, was visibly startled.

The Golden Core pressure emanating from the two immediately terrified him; he hurriedly turned around, trying to flee the scene.

However, the exit was already blocked by people trying to rush in from outside.

“Do you want to take action or should I?” Iron Pan Master signaled Wei Yong’an.

“There’s no need for that, we still lack a few helpers, and I think these people are quite suitable,” Wei Yong’an said with a smile, patting the dust off his clothes.

At this moment, only a small part of the True Dragon Skeleton had been chiseled out, and there was still significant work to be done. The arrival of this group was very timely.

“Brother Wei is always more thoughtful. I nearly made a mistake,” Iron Pan Master said, glancing at the Chi Demon Banner, then chuckling in sudden realization.

Within a few sentences, seven or eight Foundation Establishment Cultivators had already surged into the palace.

The moment they saw the two Golden Core Masters, they instantly fell silent as if stricken with frost, deeply regretting entering this place.

Seeing the dead bodies all around, they knew their fate was likely grim.

As someone tried to sneakily slip out, Iron Pan Master burst forward explosively, instantly blocking the entrance.

“Cackle! Everyone stop right there!”

As a vast Golden Core Realm pressure emanated from him, everyone involuntarily stepped back, their expressions fearful, not daring to make any wrong moves.

“Junior Chen He pays respects to Iron Pan Master,” said an elderly man with graying hair and a nobly shaped nose, hurriedly bowing in salute.

Iron Pan Master narrowed his eyes, slowly asking, “Oh, you know my name?”

“To reply to the master, three months ago, this junior had the good fortune to see the master once in Pocket World City. Meeting you again today, the master’s presence is even more impressive than before.”