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In the Three Little Kings of Xuezhou Sword Manor, at the moment when Qin Tian was slain, far away in the distance stood a Crimson city, towering against the sky.
It exuded an imposing presence.
Within the city, a scream echoed from a mansion.
"Something's wrong, Senior Brother!"
A figure stumbled into the hall.
Inside the hall stood a man, Panxi.
"What happened?"
As sunlight streamed in, a handsome face came into view.
It was none other than Han Jinglong.
"The soul lamps of the Three Little Kings have all been extinguished."
The dust-covered disciple was on the verge of tears.
The Three Little Kings of Xuezhou Sword Manor were rare talents even in the vast Snow State.
Moreover, each of them had come to the Immortal Path for the second time.
How could they possibly be wiped out on the very next day?
"Hmm?"
Han Jinglong was also taken aback.
Although their Snow State Sword Manor was not among the top forces in the Southern Land, aside from the Three Great Sects, it still held considerable influence.
However, at the very least, they could rank among the upper echelons.
The name "Three Little Kings" was quite renowned in the previous "Ancient Immortal Path."
In fact, these three individuals had almost made it onto the "Tiger List" back in the day.
How could it be possible that this time, at the first city gate, they were all killed?
"Have they sent back any soul messages?"
Han Jinglong remained exceptionally calm.
At this point, he felt no fear whatsoever.
The top ten "Heavenly Pride" on the "Tiger List" were far from easy opponents.
"This is the soul message they sent back. It seems to have been done by a guy who is only at the early stage of Qi Control Realm."
A dusty disciple took out an orb from his bosom.
The orb shimmered with brilliant light.
Han Jinglong took the orb, and a series of messages appeared in his mind.
It depicted the final battle where Qin Tian unleashed all his abilities, severely injuring the Three Little Kings and then killing them one by one.
At first, Han Jinglong did not react much.
However, upon seeing the end, his expression suddenly changed.
Bang!
The orb shattered in his palm instantly.
The broken orb emitted a ghostly blue light.
Illuminated by it, Han Jinglong's face turned exceptionally cold.
"Send out the order; I want to issue a Universal Bounty Order to hunt down Xuan Yang Sword Sect and Qin Tian!"
A cold voice echoed.
The disciple in front of him was momentarily stunned.
"Senior Brother, do we really have to do this? Once someone completes the bounty, your position in the Tiger List will be lost!"
The Universal Bounty Order.
It was a privilege of the Southern Dragon and Tiger Rankings, reserved for the Heavenly Pride.
As long as someone completed the bounty, they could take the place of the issuer on the Southern Dragon and Tiger Rankings.
Each dragon on the Tiger List could only issue a bounty once every three years.
Regardless of success or failure!
"Go ahead and issue the bounty!"
After saying this, Han Jinglong closed his eyes and fell silent.
The disciple nodded and turned to leave.
...
...
Qin Tian had no idea that he was being hunted in the outside world.
After slaying the three kings, he soared towards the distant mountains.
Understanding the rules, he felt that things would be easier from here on out.
Underworld City.
This was Qin Tian's second visit to this place.
The area below was very clean.
The traces of yesterday's battle had vanished completely.
"I am, after all, the one who wiped out all the experts from Snow State Sword Manor. It's inevitable that their allies will come seeking revenge. Since that's the case, I might as well disguise myself."
With that, he turned his gaze to the figure floating nearby, War God.
"Alright."
War God nodded and waved his hand, transforming Qin Tian's appearance and physique into a completely different form.
He became tall.
With a rugged face.
A burly man.
"Yes, this appearance is much more entertaining," Qin Tian said with a slight smile as he walked toward the city gate.
Today was completely different from yesterday.
Here, no one was collecting protection fees anymore.
He entered the city smoothly.
As Qin Tian looked around, he realized that the place was bustling with activity, filled with people and vehicles.
There were even many cultivators setting up stalls to sell goods.
Not lingering too long, Qin Tian made his way to the center of the city.
There stood a stone tablet.
"Breakthrough at Ghost Gate."
Upon seeing the three words at the top, Qin Tian's heart skipped a beat.
Underworld City.
Ghost Gate.
What does this mean?
As Qin Tian continued to read, he discovered that there was a lot written on it.
After reading through it all, Qin Tian finally understood what the trial of First City was about.
It was the Underworld City, specifically the Ghost Gate Trial.
This trial was established in a location north of Underworld City.
Legend has it that there once existed a figure known as the Ghost Path Supreme here.
He fell during the Ancient War.
The corpse of the Demon Lord transformed into a trial ground.
Only by overcoming the Eighteen Layers of the Ghost Gate left behind by the Demon Lord could one step into the Second City.
The Ghost Gate opens every three days.
One must pass through all eighteen layers to be considered successful.
Beneath the stone tablet, some names were also carved.
These individuals were the strong ones who had already passed through the Eighteen Layers of the Ghost Gate in this round of the Ancient Immortal Road Trial.
“Zhang Tianxu, Ling Tiannan, Han Jinglong.”
There were actually more than thirty names here.
Clearly, more than thirty people had successfully entered the Second City before this.
“Quick actions indeed!”
Qin Tian licked his lips.
“When is the next opening?”
Qin Tian asked the cultivator beside him.
"Tomorrow."
With the answer in hand, Qin Tian left the place.
On the first day of opening the Ghost Gate, more than thirty people had already passed through.
Clearly, the difficulty of this Ghost Gate was not too high.
Qin Tian's interest in it diminished significantly.
That night, where to stay became a problem.
After all, this was the Ancient Immortal Path, with restrictions on cultivation, so the Three Great Sects could not enter.
The people here were all powerful individuals from various regions.
Soon, his question found an answer.
He discovered that every house here had occupants.
It seemed that the early bird catches the worm.
As he moved forward, Qin Tian heard a scream coming from a house in the distance.
Then, a figure was shot out through a shattered window.
It crashed to the ground with a thud.
"This is my house; I saw it first. Why are you taking it from me?"
The cultivator lying on the ground was a young man, around seventeen or eighteen years old.
The Young Monk got up from the ground and attempted to rush back inside.
However, just then, the door swung open, and three figures appeared before him.
Weapons appeared, crossing his neck.
"If you want to die, just say the word."
The leader was a bald man.
He glared fiercely at the young man before turning back into the house.
"Damn it."
The Young Monk lay on the ground, not getting up.
Countless cultivators passing by did not stop either.
Clearly, such things were too common.
"It seems that the law of the jungle applies everywhere," Qin Tian chuckled, not offering to help the Young Monk.
Instead, he pushed open the door and stepped inside.
"You dare to come here?"
Hearing the sound of the door, several cultivators inside thought it was the young man seeking death.
Upon closer inspection, they realized that a large, muscular man had entered.
"What’s going on? Can’t you see this place is already taken?"
The bald man stepped out again, his long sword gleaming in the light.
A provocation.
"Sorry, but I intend to stay here. You all should find somewhere else!"
Qin Tian showed no signs of compromise.
"Damn it, you think you can just take over because we gave you a little face? You're asking for death. Brothers, attack!"
The bald man did not make a move, but his two followers acted first.
"This is what you brought upon yourselves."
Qin Tian was not a good person.
Killing and robbing were quite normal here.
Moreover, he wasn't one to hesitate when it came to taking over a place.
There was no need to hold back against them.
Bang!
Smash!
Two loud sounds echoed through the air.
The bald man's two lackeys didn’t even see how Qin Tian struck before their bodies were sent flying horizontally from behind him.
The door swung open.
The two figures were thrown out, landing three or four yards away.
Their wretched cries echoed in succession.
The cultivators on the street paused for a moment, then continued as if they hadn’t seen anything.
Everything returned to normal.
However, the Young Monk did not leave; he looked into the house with astonishment.
"Anyone who dares to harm my brothers, since you've come, don’t think about leaving."
The bald man was furious, his long sword gleaming as he stomped his foot on the ground and charged at Qin Tian.
"Qi Control Realm, early stage perfected; impressive cultivation."
Qin Tian smiled lightly.
He did not take him seriously.
"I don't want to kill you, just leave!"
Qin Tian didn't even make a move, simply speaking those words.
The once fierce Bald Monk seemed to be controlled, flying out of the house on his own.
Like a dog that had been beaten, he lay on the street.
Throughout the entire encounter, the three of them had no idea how Qin Tian had made his move.
"Boss... what should we do?"
The two cultivators were nearly scared out of their wits.
What just happened?
The three of them couldn't even comprehend how Qin Tian had acted.
They had all been defeated.
"That's... that's terrifying."
After witnessing Qin Tian's methods, the Young Monk dared not say anything further.
He turned to leave.
However, unexpectedly, a voice suddenly came from inside the house.
"You stay; the outer room is yours."
Then, a crisp sound echoed, indicating that the Inner Room had been closed off by him.
The Young Monk was taken aback, not expecting that such a thing would fall upon him.
Is this a remarkably powerful cultivator?
Could it be that it's because I'm handsome?
Cough, cough.
It seems like they didn't even glance at me, right?
Or perhaps, my Heavenly Spirit Cover radiating purple light indicates that I am a natural talent for cultivation?
The Young Monk cleared his throat and hurried into the house.
He closed the door behind him.
Meanwhile, the three cultivators still sprawled on the street were left in shock.
What’s going on?
Are these two working together?
“Boss, should we call someone? This is too much!”
One of the cultivators glanced at the bald man and said.
“Damn it, no one dares to touch my Xu Yunshan's people! Let’s go, gather some folks. We have to beat this guy so badly that his mother won’t recognize him.”
Xu Yunshan, feeling indignant, led his two lackeys toward the end of the street without looking back.
After a while.
Underworld City.
East of the city.
At the entrance of a luxurious courtyard.
Xu Yunshan knelt there with his two lackeys.
"Boss, you have to help me!"
The two lackeys cried out desperately, afraid that others might overhear.
The courtyard gate opened.
A Purple-Clad Youth stepped out.
He cast a disdainful glance at Xu Yunshan.
"The boss is calling for you."
Xu Yunshan was truly like a stubborn adhesive, impossible to shake off. He was the type to bully the weak and fear the strong, always coming to them when trouble arose. What a useless person.
Though he thought this in his heart, the young man would never voice it aloud.
After leading Xu Yunshan into the main hall, he left.
Kneeling in the hall, Xu Yunshan embellished the story as he recounted everything.
Then, a figure seated above slowly spoke up.
"This is the last time I'll help you. Go to the back courtyard, gather a few people at random, and say it's my order."
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