An innocent man is made a criminal by the treasure he carries.
With the appearance of the Primordial Spirit Liquid, the entire grand hall had descended into a state of frenzy.
Anyone who possessed the Primordial Spirit Liquid beca a target for everyone else.
Spurred on by the treasure, many even attacked people they would normally never dare to offend.
Madness is contagious. Chu Qingyun had already seen several low-level Martial Artists charge crazily at high-level ones, only to be kicked to death for their efforts.
However, even an army of ants can take down an elephant, to say nothing of Martial Artists.
It wasn't unheard of for a high-level Martial Artist to be careless and die at the hands of their lesser counterparts.
Even the mbers of the three great families were under constant attack, forced to huddle together and move cautiously.
The scene was chaotic. Chu Qingyun stayed close to the Puppet at all tis, not daring to stray even half a step away.
However, his Five-Star Vine had a maximum length of a hundred ters. Combining this with his perfect control over his Martial Soul, Chu Qingyun used his advantage to strike frequently, and he had already obtained several drops of Primordial Spirit Liquid.
Often, a group would be fighting to the death, only to suddenly discover that the Primordial Spirit Liquid had been snatched away by a vine that appeared out of nowhere.
Furthermore, with the Puppet protecting him, most people didn't dare to target Chu Qingyun.
In no ti, Chu Qingyun had already obtained six drops of Primordial Spirit Liquid.
One must understand, there were only a dozen or so drops of Primordial Spirit Liquid in the Crystal Ball in total, while there were over a hundred Martial Artists in the grand hall!
Most of them were Level 5 Martial Artists or higher.
There were even several Level 7 Martial Artists!
Of everyone present, Chu Qingyun was definitely the one who had profited the most!
Amidst the fierce struggle, the number of Martial Artists dwindled sharply, and the drops of Primordial Spirit Liquid found their owners one by one.
Nearly all of the Primordial Spirit Liquid ended up in the hands of Chu Qingyun, the three great families, and another unknown Level 7 Martial Artist.
As for the rest, even if they managed to snatch a drop, they lacked the strength to hold onto it.
Only those with the combat power of a Level 7 could intimidate the others.
A Level 6 Martial Artist was killed by the Jin Family, and the last drop of Primordial Spirit Liquid was seized by them.
With that, all the Primordial Spirit Liquid had been claid.
In less than ten minutes, more than half of the Martial Artists in the grand hall had died—over fifty of them.
The remaining thirty-so people who hadn't obtained any Primordial Spirit Liquid instinctively gathered together, blocking the entrance to the hall and eyeing those who had, like tigers watching their prey.
The five groups who had the Primordial Spirit Liquid were each on their own. The three great families were in a better position; not only did they each have a Level 7 Martial Artist, but they also had five or six mbers.
But Chu Qingyun and the other Level 7 Martial Artist stood alone, without any allies.
Therefore, the fiery gazes filling the hall were fixed most intently on the two of them.
After the frenzied chaos ended, the scene fell into an eerie calm.
The six factions were all wary of each other, none daring to let their guard down.
Those without the Primordial Spirit Liquid were unwilling to give up, hoping to get even a single drop, while those who had it wanted to get more.
After all, no one would complain about having too much of it.
Chu Qingyun furrowed his brow, pondering a way to escape.
'Six drops of Primordial Spirit Liquid… I have the most of anyone here. But more importantly, my own strength is the weakest among these six factions.'
The main entrance had been blocked by those thirty-odd Martial Artists. Let alone him, even a Level 8 Samurai would probably have trouble breaking through.
The only other possible exit was a door at the far end of the hall. Its fra glowed with a red light, but beyond it was pitch black.
Chu Qingyun had noticed that door the mont he ca in.
But he felt a sliver of danger coming from it. His intuition told him it was not a safe place.
The higher a Martial Artist's Realm, the sharper their Spiritual Sense.
For a Martial Artist, intuition—their so-called sixth sense—wouldn't raise alarms for no reason.
According to Chu Qingyun's speculation, that was likely the final part of this Martial King's Tomb. It was the place with the legacy Martial King Sword Technique, and perhaps even what You Yun had ntioned—sothing that could completely change one's destiny.
Chu Qingyun knew his own limits. With his strength, even competing for the Primordial Spirit Liquid here was already pushing it.
'Going in there to fight those four for the inheritance would be a suicidal act of overestimating my own abilities.'
Therefore, from the very beginning, he had never planned on going in.
During the strange standoff, Chu Qingyun wasn't idle. The valuables on the fifty-plus dead Martial Artists had already been looted, but to Chu Qingyun, there was sothing even more important.
Their Martial Souls!
Chu Qingyun no longer had any use for Tier One Martial Souls; they were worthless to him now.
But among these fifty-plus Martial Artists, twenty-eight of them possessed Tier Two Martial Souls!
Those who could pass through the three passages to reach this hall were all relatively confident in their strength, so more than half of them possessed Tier Two Martial Souls.
Chu Qingyun released his Devouring Martial Soul, letting it roam the grand hall. It quickly devoured all the Tier Two Martial Souls.
Including the two he had obtained earlier, he had harvested a total of thirty Tier Two Martial Souls—enough for his Devouring Martial Soul to advance to Tier Three!
'Unfortunately, it will still take so ti. Otherwise, if I could get a Tier Three Martial Soul right now, it might be enough to resolve this crisis.'
"Chu Qingyun, hand over all your Primordial Spirit Liquid to , and I'll spare your life today!"
In the quiet hall, Ye Lan suddenly stepped forward, pointed at Chu Qingyun, and roared.
Instantly, everyone cursed him in their minds. 'What an idiot!'
The situation was precarious. Everyone was thinking about how to win over others, form alliances, use soone else's strength, or find a shield.
But Ye Lan, with a single sentence, had completely and utterly offended Chu Qingyun, exposed his own ambition, and made himself the target of all. If that wasn't being an idiot, what was?
"The Primordial Spirit Liquid is right here on . Co and take it if you have the guts."
As Chu Qingyun spoke, he casually took two steps to the side, moving two steps closer to the black door.
He had already made up his mind. If worst ca to worst, he would escape through there.
'No matter how dangerous it is inside, there's at least a sliver of a chance. It's better than dying out here.'
Ye Lan was furious. Since childhood, when had he ever been provoked like this by a re Level 1 Martial Artist?
But looking at the glowing-eyed Puppet by Chu Qingyun's side, he hesitated.
He had seen the Puppet's power before. If he took a direct hit from it, he would be gravely injured, if not killed.
"Heh heh, Chu, you've got so impressive courage. I am Liu Tianhu. Right now, you and I are the only ones fighting solo. Why don't we cooperate and break out together? What do you say?"
The other Level 7 Martial Artist said with a smile, clasping his hands toward Chu Qingyun.
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