Chapter 393
Chapter 393
"You are from the Sand Palace?" Blaze Regret's eyes widened in disbelief. This emblem could only belong to disciples of the Sand Palace from hundreds of years ago!
It was imaginable how shocked Blaze Regret was to see this emblem, which should have disappeared.
"Sand Palace, heh."
The leading young man chuckled disdainfully. "Just a small sect, not worth mentioning. Our true identity is as disciples of the Northern Saint Sect, and this palace belongs to our Northern Saint Sect."
Upon hearing this, Blaze Regret was taken aback. "Northern Saint Sect?"
Upon hearing Blaze Regret's question, the young man who had spoken earlier seemed to have finally found an opportunity to display his superiority. With his hands clasped behind his back, he spoke with an air of arrogance: "The Northern Saint Sect was one of the continent's overlords a million years ago. The Sand Palace only had the chance to sweep across Sun Moon Empire because it inherited part of its legacy. So, strictly speaking, we are also people of the Northern Saint Sect."
Blaze Regret couldn't help but feel speechless. After all this talk, it turned out they were merely descendants of the remnants of the Sand Palace. He had thought they would have a more significant background.
Ignoring these people, Blaze Regret slightly clenched his hand, grasping the orb of light. The luminous white light transformed into countless light particles, gently scattering, revealing a scroll inscribed with mysterious runes that immediately caught everyone's attention.
"The complete Flowing Sand Transformation Wings!"
The young man who had been about to scold Blaze Regret for his rude behavior screamed in delight when he saw the runes on the scroll: "The Sand Palace's leader only obtained a fragmented version with many limitations, but this scroll is clearly more powerful!"
His eyes gleaming with greed, the young man stared at Blaze Regret, speaking with a chilling menace: "Hand over the scroll and the rock fragment you've obtained, and I'll spare your life today. Otherwise, in this place, undetectable by the ancient mirror, we could kill you, and the outside world would never know."
After speaking, the young man stomped forward forcefully, releasing the powerful pressure of a fourth stage Spirit Lord Master, forcing Blaze Regret back half a step. The others behind him also unleashed their full aura, revealing themselves to be third stage Spirit Lord Masters. Stay updated through My Virtual Library Empire
"Isn't it said that only those below the level of Spirit Lord Master can enter the ancient mirror space?" Blaze Regret asked in astonishment.
"Just swallowed a Spirit Suppression Pill," the young man in yellow licked his lips, looking at Blaze Regret with mocking eyes.
Behind him, spirit beasts appeared one after another. In addition to his fourth stage stone scorpion, the others corresponded to the remaining members of the Four Poisons. Naturally, these spirit beasts were genuinely stone attribute.
"If you kneel down and beg for mercy, offering the scroll with both hands and showing a bit more respect, I, Wun Ling, might consider accepting you as a disciple of the Northern Saint Sect," the young man in yellow declared haughtily.
"Otherwise, we'll drain your blood bit by bit and paint the walls with it!" another person beside him cackled sinisterly.
"You just said that this place cannot be detected by the outside world, right?" Blaze Regret looked at Wun Ling and suddenly smiled.
"That's right," Wun Ling replied with a sneer, casting a disdainful glance at Blaze Regret. "Thin skinned, aren't you? Afraid to kneel because you don't want outsiders to see. If you don't seize this chance to cling to the Northern Saint Sect, your life will end here."
Hearing Wun Ling once again flaunting the name of the Northern Saint Sect, Blaze Regret chuckled helplessly. "It's not that I'm worried about that. I'm just a bit concerned about certain people from the outside discovering that I have the strength to kill a fourth stage Spirit Lord Master."
"But since that's no longer a concern, I might as well just eliminate you all."
Blaze Regret's calm and unruffled voice echoed throughout the grand hall. Initially taken aback, Wun Ling and the others soon found their expressions gradually growing colder.
Their talents were considered top tier even among the younger generation in Snow Storm City. Coupled with the unique cultivation methods of the Sand Palace, their breakthrough speed was astonishing, fostering a constant sense of superiority.
Yet now, a mere ninth level Spirit Imperial Master dared to utter such arrogant words, which undoubtedly made them feel deeply humiliated.
It was as if a dragon soaring in the sky was being provoked by an ant's sting.
"Kneel, slap yourself a thousand times, then break your arms to apologize for your disrespect," Wun Ling said with a sullen expression. From beginning to end, he saw himself as a representative of the Northern Saint Sect, even disregarding major forces in Snow Storm City.
Thus, he instinctively believed he represented the face of the Northern Saint Sect. Blaze Regret insulting him was equivalent to insulting the sect.
"You are taking yourself too seriously."
Blaze Regret toyed with the mysterious rock fragment in his palm and sneered coldly, "Disrespect? What are you even worth? Does the Northern Saint Sect here have anything to do with you? Even Hee Zun, the Palace Master of the Sand Palace, isn't recognized by the Northern Saint Sect, let alone a few of you defeated strays."
Taking a step forward, Blaze Regret's voice, wrapped in spiritual power, thundered like a storm: "Moreover, don't you claim to be people of the Sand Palace? Hundreds of years ago, Seng Kiando and Kartis Tianli secretly assassinated Hee Zun, leading to the complete decline of the Sand Palace. Why don't you dare to avenge this?"
Each of Blaze Regret's words was like a heavy hammer, repeatedly pounding into the minds of Wun Ling and the others, causing their faces to gradually become contorted with anger.
As descendants of the few remaining members of the Sand Palace, they were well aware of the real reason behind the fall of Hee Zun, the Sand Palace's Master.