For a moment, not a single person dared to step forward.0

This Dan Chenzi… was he truly exhausted and powerless?0

His spirit power surged, full and unwavering, as if he had never expended an ounce of power. The chilling malevolent energy around him carried an unmistakable ruthlessness—one wrong word, and blood would be spilled.0

Even the Panshan Fort cultivators, who had just moments ago stood beside Fang Chengshan, shuddered in fear, too stunned to retrieve their leader’s corpse.0

Luo Chen ignored them and ascended into the sky. With a flick of his hand, a charred scroll drifted toward Nangong Jin, floating before him with an eerie stillness.0

“I have completed the task.0

“No, no, let’s just call it a pleasant collaboration!” Nangong Jin’s eyes gleamed with excitement, his hands carefully receiving the scroll as if it were a sacred relic.0

Beside him, Nangong Qin swallowed hard.0

An enchanted treasure, the Zeguo Gui Diagram!0

Luo Chen shifted his gaze away. This enchanted treasure was the very condition that had sealed his alliance with Nangong Jin.0

For this reason, the two had even sworn a Great Dao oath. Ordinary rogue cultivators might not care for a Great Dao oath, but Nangong Jin was different. At only one hundred and fifty years old, he was still considered young...0