Peerless Dragon Sovereign-Chapter 608: The Fifth Hall Master Reveals Killing Intent!

Zhuge Yun was ambushed by Feng Xueyang, and had long lost consciousness.

Seeing that Feng Xueyang was already incapacitated, Chu Nan slowly descended beside him, preparing for the final strike.

Though he held no personal grudge against Feng Xueyang, the two were still opposing enemies.

In the face of an enemy, Chu Nan never hesitated. Only a completely dead enemy could allow him to truly be at ease.

Crack!

Just as Chu Nan was about to strike and turn Feng Xueyang's body to ashes, he heard a strange sound.

Immediately following this, he witnessed Feng Xueyang's supposedly incapacitated body suddenly encrusted in a layer of frost.

Chu Nan instantly became alert, shocked as he flew backwards, exclaiming in surprise: "There's another enemy!"

With the retreat heaven pushed to its limit, Chu Nan's speed reached its peak.

But the hidden enemy acted even faster, causing Feng Xueyang to transform into a massive chunk of ice before exploding in an instant.

A gigantic icy lotus blossomed in the yellow sand, the bitter cold wind dancing wildly, making the surrounding air frigid.

Chu Nan's skin was torn by this cold wind, but he ultimately escaped the range of the attack.

Feng Xueyang's death at the peak of the seventh sky brought about an even more fearsome attack.

Chu Nan's expression darkened as he stared at the icy lotus, faintly feeling that he'd seen this sight somewhere before, as if a familiar presence was emerging.

"Feng Xueyang, this useless waste, couldn't even deal with you, which is quite disappointing to me, the Hall Master."

The icy lotus split open, and a familiar figure stepped out from within.

He wore a blue long robe, had a chilly face, and that signature cold ice spiritual power.

Chu Nan exclaimed in surprise: "Fifth Hall Master Lan Zhanhan, why are you here?"

The person before him was none other than one of the Hall Masters who recently bore witness to the Ninth Hall Master's selection, a supporter of Bu Qingfeng, Fifth Hall Master of the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall, Lan Zhanhan, who possesses cultivation at the eighth sky.

The sight before him made Chu Nan realize that Lan Zhanhan was actually cooperating with the Slaughter Emperor Sect to plot against him.

If it wasn't just now, with Feng Xueyang being strongly suppressed by Chu Nan, but instead caught in a deadlock, Lan Zhanhan would have struck, leaving Chu Nan nearly powerless.

Upon seeing Feng Xueyang's death, Lan Zhanhan knew further hiding would miss the chance to kill Chu Nan, so he chose to reveal himself without hesitation.

"Zhao Shibang... This Hall Master truly doesn't know whether to address you as Zhao Shibang, after all, the Zhao Shibang I know isn't as powerful as you are now."

Lan Zhanhan's eyes were cold, seemingly hinting at something.

The strength Chu Nan exhibited was definitely not something a martial artist specializing in Corpse Dao could showcase; it was too overwhelming that even Lan Zhanhan had to be wary.

Chu Nan nonchalantly replied: "Whether I am Zhao Shibang is not for you to decide."

Lan Zhanhan looked deeply at Chu Nan, then calmly said: "I suppose I'll consider you Zhao Shibang then. Actually, this Hall Master really wants to kill you, do you know why?"

Chu Nan secretly amassed his power, then inquired, "Why?"

Lan Zhanhan coldly replied, "Because you took away the opportunity that this Hall Master painstakingly planned for."

"That Bu Qingfeng mastering the Ancestral Bloodline came at a huge cost, intended to be leveraged after entering the Main Hall, utilizing Bu Qingfeng's identity for gain, ideally turning the tables and taking over the Main Hall."

"But you took Bu Qingfeng's Ancestral Bloodline, disrupting all plans. Do you think you deserve to die?"

Chu Nan didn't expect Lan Zhanhan to have thoughts of fully occupying the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall, challenging the position of the First Hall Master, which truly surprised him.

But he didn't say much, continuing to listen to the other party's words without giving anything away.

Lan Zhanhan's eyes flashed with hatred but quickly turned cold again and said, "Yet this Hall Master is magnanimous enough to decide to forgive you, but you must agree to one condition."

Chu Nan displayed an interested expression, then asked inquisitively, "What condition? Speak, I'm listening."

Lan Zhanhan stated, "This Hall Master wants you to obey my orders after entering the Main Hall, heed my every command, help me seize control over the entire Desolate Ancient Holy Hall, and even take the First Hall Master's position."

His ambition was boundless, his eyes full of anticipation; as long as Chu Nan was willing to cooperate, he was confident in his ability to deal with the First Hall Master once in the Main Hall.

Although he was merely at the eighth sky, once he gained the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall, Lan Zhanhan was certain he would possess the power to compete with the First Hall Master.

"Ridiculous, truly ridiculous," Chu Nan spread his hands, sneering, "I alone control the Ancestral Bloodline; why should I cooperate with you?"

"Comparatively, I feel that adhering to the First Hall Master is clearly a better choice."

Setting aside personal objectives, simply considering strength, Chu Nan could choose the strongest First Hall Master, or Soul Dao's number one, Dead Soul.

Though Lan Zhanhan was at the eighth sky, compared with the two, the gap was considerable.

Collaborating with Lan Zhanhan was akin to courting death!

Lan Zhanhan's face turned cold, and he said indifferently, "So, we have nothing to discuss?"

He was extremely frustrated; refining the Ancestral Bloodline was no trivial matter and posed a risk to life.

If it weren't for this reason, he wouldn't have had Bu Qingfeng refine the Ancestral Bloodline. No one expected Chu Nan to unexpectedly use a Spirit Corpse to seize the Ancestral Bloodline—it was truly hard to comprehend.

"With you alone, you still lack the qualifications to negotiate with me." Standing firm against Lan Zhanhan's threats, Chu Nan was undeterred.

Lan Zhanhan was willing to talk rather than act directly, simply because he saw that Chu Nan already had the power to contend with an eighth sky martial artist.

If Chu Nan still displayed the sixth sky combat ability as during the selection, Lan Zhanhan would hardly waste a word and would undoubtedly strike without hesitation to seize the Ancestral Bloodline.

"Since there's nothing to discuss, then go die." Lan Zhanhan's murderous intent erupted; he was decisive, seeing Chu Nan's lack of cooperation, he immediately channeled all his cultivation, striking a palm across space.

In an instant, cold ice spiritual power gathered around him, causing the heavens and earth to be enveloped in a layer of frost.

These cold ice spiritual powers transformed into countless arrows, and with a breeze, they combined into a dazzling ice dragon, lunging towards Chu Nan.

The ice dragon roared, and where it passed, the ground was covered in layers of frost, and the earth cracked open accordingly.

The sky dramatically changed, icy rain began to fall from above, finally morphing into palm-sized icy lotus flowers unleashing terrifying killing intent, sweeping towards Chu Nan together with the giant dragon.

The strength of an eighth sky martial artist was fully exerted at this moment.

"Zhao Shibang, stealing the Ancestral Bloodline was your biggest mistake. Today, you are destined to become a ghost under this Hall Master's command!" Lan Zhanhan laughed maniacally.