Realizing something was wrong, the dozens of people who had been moving forward suddenly wanted to retreat. But then a deafening roar echoed, and the tomb passage door sealed shut by itself. This time, it was impossible to open from the inside.
With no other choice, the group of dozens could only steel themselves and continue onward, hoping to find an exit and escape this terrifying place. As for treasures or immortal materials, they no longer had the inclination to think about them.
Their primary objective now was to preserve their own lives.
During this process, Uncle Shu Kong, utilizing his innate divine abilities as a rat, observed other things. He then spoke to the crowd again, saying, "The grand Feng Shui formation of the Ten Thousand Ore Mountain range outside, the small world, and the many bat life-lights within the tomb..."
"Such a monumental undertaking could never have been for his own burial..."
"According to my deductions, this should be a peerless grand formation capable of both resurrecting the deceased and greatly advancing their cultivation."
"A massive spirit脉, capable of nurturing countless life forms, was forcibly severed, its infinite spiritual energy infused into the tomb within the small world."
"Following this, countless bats, like burning life-lights, ignited the inextinguishable qi of life."
"When the time is right, this peak Blood King will be resurrected, and may even glimpse the Royal realm that no one has attained in millions of years."
"The horror of a peak Blood King is beyond anything you or I can imagine..." After saying this, Uncle Shu Kong fell silent, standing still, a look of bone-deep fear etched on his face.
Hearing this, Yang Daomu trembled all over. He let out a roar and cursed, "You damned rat, how dare you, how dare you speak such words."
In truth, everyone else had long understood what was happening but still harbored some faint hope.
After Uncle Shu Kong had brutally laid it bare, those fleeting hopes vanished instantly.
If a peak Blood King was still alive, then their current actions were no different from an old man eating arsenic to seek death, and actively walking into a trap themselves.
Uncle Shu Kong glanced at the violently reacting Yang Daomu, shook his head slightly, and said, "Old Yang, do not be too agitated. It is now time for you to explain things to us..."
"Why did you bring us here? Did you know all of this beforehand and deliberately trap us to send us to our deaths?"
The dozens of people had already surrounded Yang Daomu. He had no chance to escape.
Yang Daomu stared intently at Uncle Shu Kong, then looked at the others beside him. He gritted out a sentence, "Do you take me for a fool? Would I risk my own life just to trap you?"
"Will I not die if this peak Blood King appears?"
"Think carefully, we are all grasshoppers on the same rope. Why would I trap you?"
"Heh heh heh..."
Watching Yang Daomu desperately trying to explain, the suspicion in the eyes of the crowd grew. If it weren't for their fear of waking the peak Blood King in the tomb, they would have already joined forces to tear Yang Daomu to shreds.
The current situation was like a bandit leader, preparing to rob a house, using the promise of gold filling the entire dwelling to gather a group of hired thugs.
These bandits, after exerting great effort, dodging various traps, and pushing open the door, found that there was no gold in the house. Instead, there was a group of fully armed soldiers pointing guns at them.
Everyone's faces darkened, and anger burned in their eyes.
"Damn it, can't you just stop screwing us over like this?"
"Did we offend you? To trap us to this extent? And even drag yourself down with us."
Seeing the now frantic crowd, with eyes that looked ready to devour him, Yang Daomu's left eyelid twitched, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
At this moment, Yang Daomu felt a chilling coldness envelop him. The gazes from all directions, from people of various races, tall, short, fat, or thin, were all malevolent.
It was a terrifying malice, as if they wanted to eat his flesh and gnaw his bones.
To temporarily appease them, Yang Daomu had no choice but to reveal all his original plans to the crowd.
He told them everything without reservation, hoping to make them trust him again.
"You've thought things through very thoroughly, truly remarkably thoroughly."
"So, how should we repay you..."
Snake Er.Diao slowly grinned, his forked tongue flicking out.
...
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Yang Daomu replied with some lack of confidence, "I admit that I have trapped you in this matter, but I didn't want it to be this way..."
"What a joke! It can't be that when there are benefits, we split them equally, but when things go wrong, I have to bear the burden alone..."
"There has never been such a principle in this world!"
Yang Daomu knew the people around him very well. To put it bluntly, none of them were good people; they were either true villains or hypocrites.
When there were benefits, they were willing to listen to him. Without benefits, they would pretend not to know him.
Let alone, if their interests were infringed upon, they were capable of tearing him apart and eating him alive.
At this moment, Yang Daomu felt as if he were seeing something dangerous slowly approaching him.
However...
Wu Tao, Xue Shuangjiao, Xin Yihong, Snake Er.Diao, Uncle Shu Kong, and others were no longer willing to listen to Yang Daomu's nonsense.
Taking advantage of Yang Daomu's speech, Xin Yihong had already secretly set up a concealment formation. He believed that by killing Yang Daomu as quickly as possible, they would not alert the peak Blood King, the tomb's owner.
Yang Daomu, who had lived for thousands of years, had long since noticed Xin Yihong's small movements. Knowing that things could not end well, he had already prepared a contingency.
"We have been tricked by this old fellow and brought here. We don't know the specific situation. This old fellow has lived for so many years and is the initiator of this operation. He must be completely aware of the situation here..."
"My brothers, what are you waiting for? Let's join forces to capture him and interrogate him thoroughly. Perhaps there's still a glimmer of hope!"
Sun Shangbai said this.
Wang Sulong of the Stone Human race quickly pulled him aside and said, "This place is too strange. We should not act rashly. Why not let him lead the way? If there's any danger, he can be used as cannon fodder."
...
"Use him as cannon fodder, are you kidding me, brother? We are in complete darkness, knowing nothing? Would you dare to follow him if he led the way?"
"Why not search his soul and refine this old scoundrel into a spirit corpse? The dead are sometimes far more reliable than the living!"
Cui Yongyuan's eyes flashed fiercely as he retorted.
...
With the pretense torn apart, Yang Daomu stopped pretending. He said in a sinister tone, "Do you really think that just because I've lived for thousands of years, I'm afraid of you all?"
"You brats, you're far from it. Burn my thousand years of lifespan, unleash a strike comparable to a Nascent Soul, the power of laws, and destroy everything!"
"The secret art I cultivate is that the more I burn my life force and the closer I am to death, the more terrifying my power becomes!"
...
"I can kill you like chickens, crushing one with a single finger. Killing all of you will not even take the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!" Yang Daomu roared.
"We have numbers. Let's see how much lifespan you can consume. In the end, it's you who will die!"
"Come on..."
"You attack first..."
"I'm not attacking first, you attack first!"
"I just don't want to attack first, I'll infuriate you to death!"
Yang Daomu and the surrounding group exchanged insults, maintaining their aggressive stance. However, among so many people, none dared to make the first move.
Luo Yazhi watched these grown men, who were all bluster and no action, their spirits high but their hands idle. They were all posturing, but it was useless. The stalemate continued.
The reason Wu Tao, Xue Shuangjiao, Xin Yihong, Snake Er.Diao, and Uncle Shu Kong dared not act for so long was that Yang Daomu's aura at the moment was truly astonishing, no less than that of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator.
Yang Daomu also dared not act because there were simply too many people before him. Even if he burned all his life, he could not kill all of them.
Luo Yazhi spat and cursed in her silvery voice.
"A bunch of shameless fellows, if you're going to fight, hurry up. If not, stop it. What are you pretending for? What's there to pretend about?"
"As if you could get out after fighting. Aren't you still going to be stuck in this damned place?"
"Fight! Hurry up and fight! If you don't fight, you're not men..."
Yang Daomu, Wu Tao, Xin Yihong, Snake Er.Diao, Wang Sulong, Uncle Shu Kong, and others took Luo Yazhi's words as an excuse and tacitly put away their hands.
...
The scene suddenly fell silent.
"Cough, cough, cough!!!"
"I believe that the urgent matter now is not to assign blame, but to urgently re-discuss how to leave this grand tomb without alarming this peak Blood King."
Yang Daomu broke the awkward silence and offered a suggestion to the crowd.
"You are right, you are absolutely right!"
The others remained silent, with Snake Er.Diao responding in a sarcastic tone.
Unlike the high spirits and proud demeanor they had when they arrived, they were now dejected, like eggplants frosted by the cold, the entire group appearing listless.
Xin Yihong remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, "Since you want to say something, then say it. I want to see what you can say."
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