Chen Kuang furrowed his brow, a hint of doubt flashing through his mind.

This Wen Yao must be displaying some kind of Divine Power, but why would he initiate it the moment they entered the Pinggu Battlefield?

But Chen Kuang knew very little about the double pupils or about Wen Yao himself.

He couldn’t guess what Wen Yao was up to, just based on speculation.

Moreover, there was a more pressing issue for Chen Kuang now.

He didn’t actually want to be the last one to enter, but hesitated for a moment, and could only watch as others left, leaving him alone.

As for the reason he hesitated...

Chen Kuang twitched his mouth, looking at the Salt Plum Sword in his hand.

Jiang Yunqing had left without taking his sword!

Chen Kuang didn’t even have time to call Jiang Yunqing back, and was left momentarily speechless, facing the sword in his hand.

Forget it, it’s not his fault. Jiang Yunqing forgot it himself!

If they happen to meet in this Pinggu Battlefield, he’ll return it to him then...

Chen Kuang shook his head, put away the Jade Slip, and holding the sword, flew into the Stone Gate.

...

"Disciples of the Taoist Sect, fight to the death!!!"

"You demonic scum of the Bitean Celestial Palace, dieeeeee!!!!"

"The Mystic God Daoist Sect is right behind us, we shall not retreat a single step!!!"

"Kill!!!!"

Chen Kuang snapped back from his daze, his ears suddenly overwhelmed by deafening cries of battle, and his vision turned blood-red.

His pupils immediately contracted, his temples throbbed violently, and his entire body bristled with goosebumps, the "heart’s warning" ringing loudly!

The last time he felt such a strong reaction from his "heart’s warning" was when facing a Saint’s Finger!

Right before him, a disciple in a Daoist Robe was instantly cleaved in half, blood and flesh flying!

Blood splattered across his face, and Chen Kuang grimaced as he rapidly retreated, quickly scanning his surroundings.

Once he understood his surroundings, he almost gasped instantly.

A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

Chen Kuang wasn’t unfamiliar with more bloody and brutal scenes; in the Void Illusion Realm, he fought alone into the depths of the Imperial Palace, causing those fifty thousand Black Armor Army to mentally collapse.

Towers of corpses piled, and the blood at his feet nearly reached his ankles.

Yet the shock brought by the scene before him was incomparable.

Among those fifty thousand Black Armor Army, at least half were just ordinary people, not even reaching the Five Acupoints; they could only be called Jianghu Martial Artists.

Without the support of formations, Chen Kuang was merely killing mortals.

However, the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood before him were made up of cultivators!

Enlightenment Realm, Innate Realm, Tower Ascension Realm, Sea Breaking Realm, Moon Embrace Realm, even Grandmaster Realm...

They were just parts of this mountain of corpses and sea of blood!

Among the visible corpses, there were at least several hundred cultivators at the Tower Ascension Realm like Chen Kuang! 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

And those at the Sea Breaking Realm and Moon Embrace Realm numbered at least twenty!

At this moment, countless cultivators in Daoist Robes continued to rush forward, becoming part of this mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

Even hell could be no worse!

Chen Kuang took a deep breath, subconsciously swallowing, his throat extremely dry, as the Spiritual Qi within him surged rampantly through his entire body.

What kind of battlefield had he ended up in?!

"Boom..."

The ground suddenly trembled violently, as if struck by a mighty force; in the sky, blazing flames shot up, illuminating the night like day.

"Screeech——!!!"

The massive flames soared, resembling a gigantic ten-thousand-meter firebird that swept across the entire battlefield, countless streams of fire falling!

The countless scattered flames illuminated the vast, suspended city in the night sky.

On that city, countless cultivators stood densely, casting spells.

Chen Kuang abruptly looked up, and in that moment, saw the slender figure standing in the void behind the blazing firebird.

Saint?!

He forcibly calmed himself a bit, no, it wasn’t... it was Profound Profound Realm!

Upper Three Grades!

What the hell is going on?

Chen Kuang took two steps back, wasn’t the chance of entering an Upper Three Grades battlefield supposed to be very small?

How could he possibly be this unlucky?!

Chen Kuang almost laughed in exasperation, now seriously suspecting he might have a passive trait that hasn’t been revealed yet: "Misfortune"!

But at least there’s a backup measure...

Although he shouldn’t need to use it so soon, at least it brought some comfort, something to rely on.

"Crack."

Suddenly, a cracking sound entered Chen Kuang’s ear.

His heart skipped a beat, his whole body stiffened, and with an extremely grim expression, he pulled out the Jade Slip.

The Jade Slip, originally intact, had already shattered in two, rendered invalid!

Chen Kuang stared intently at the Jade Slip in his hand.

On it lingered a Dao Rhyme he was all too familiar with.

That is...

The Martial Saint’s "Dominion"!