Chapter 778: Fanning the Flames

Ye Lin's expression became extremely grave.

If he had not possessed the good soul of the Undying Demon Dragon and were not extremely familiar with demonic energy, he likely would have found it difficult to detect the presence of this demonic energy.

Viewed in this light, this small silver tower was a curse, not a blessing.

The so-called supreme treasure of laws was more like a trap.

Ye Lin narrowed his eyes and looked toward the other few innate supreme treasures, discovering that these innate supreme treasures were the same; each contained a trace of imperceptible demonic energy.

"Has this tomb, from the inside out, already been invaded by demonic energy?"

Ye Lin muttered to himself, continuing to lurk in the shadows to observe.

Soon, he noticed another very strange situation.

That was, the blood spilled by Su Lingjun and the others after they were injured in the great battle was absorbed by the ground almost as soon as it touched it.

This ancient tomb seemed to be intentionally inciting everyone to kill each other.

Top geniuses fought for the supreme treasure of laws, while the rest fought for the innate supreme treasures.

Everyone had a share, and everyone was fighting to the death.

After all, even for an imperial immortal sect like the Ten Thousand Swords Dao Sect, it was impossible to provide every disciple with an innate supreme treasure; these things were not cabbages on the side of the road.

For ordinary disciples in the Cave Profound Realm or the Soaring Realm, being able to hold one acquired supreme treasure already made them the cream of the crop.

This was an open conspiracy.

Unless someone present could, like Ye Lin, perceive that the small silver tower and the other innate supreme treasures were all problematic.

Otherwise, everyone would inevitably keep fighting.

Ye Lin naturally had no intention of jumping out to stop them; he was eager for everyone to keep fighting.

However, he did get the idea to fan the flames and snatch the spoils.

Because he did not participate in the struggle for the treasures, and coupled with the use of the Great Void Art, almost no one present noticed Ye Lin's approach.

In front of a sword-shaped innate supreme treasure, disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Dao Sect were dealing with disciples from other sects.

The two groups were fighting fiercely; Ye Lin took the opportunity to pull out the Life-Severing Sword, silently slit someone's throat, and then fled at high speed.

In the chaotic battle, almost no one discovered what had actually happened.

Just at this moment, the clone Ye Lin had left at the Immortal Cloud Sect let out a terrified shout.

"Sarilang! Sarilang!"

"A Ten Thousand Swords Dao Sect disciple is Sarilang!"

The sudden exclamation caused everyone who had been fighting fiercely to pause, temporarily stopping the combat.

At this time, the disciple whose throat had been slit by Ye Lin was clutching his own neck, a look of terror on his face, with blood continuously gushing out from between his fingers.

He also had not noticed who had attacked him; he only felt a sharp sword light flash, and a terrifying sword Qi began to extinguish his life force.

He opened his mouth wide, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the next second, he collapsed as if his bones had been removed, his life force severed.

Everyone present was stunned.

Fighting was fighting, grabbing was grabbing, and causing a scene was one thing, but no one wanted to actually cause a death.

Once a death occurred, the nature of the situation changed.

The gazes of the crowd were like sharp arrows, piercing toward the Ten Thousand Swords Dao Sect disciples led by Su Lingjun.

The Ten Thousand Swords Dao Sect disciples were all at a loss, looking toward their senior brothers, junior brothers, senior sisters, and junior sisters.

Everyone's reaction was exactly the same, because they also hadn't seen who had made the move, and all assumed one of their own sect members had accidentally used too much force.

"Junior brother!"

A voice filled with grief and indignation rang out, and Mo Ran walked quickly toward the fallen corpse.

This dead person was exactly a disciple of his Sword-Suppressing Pavilion!

"Ten Thousand Swords Dao Sect! I want you to give me an explanation! Even if your strength is formidable, it is absolutely no reason for you to kill people indiscriminately in the Eastern Profound Sect Grand Competition!"

Mo Ran was grieving on the surface, but inwardly he was ecstatic.

Trading the life of an insignificant junior brother for the debt and favor of the Ten Thousand Swords Dao Sect.

This trip to the ancient tomb would definitely not be without harvest!

Su Lingjun frowned tightly.

"What do you want?"

It had just been a chaotic battle, and Su Lingjun hadn't been paying attention to the situation over there; at this moment, he also believed that the person had truly been killed by their Ten Thousand Swords Dao Sect disciple.

"A life for a life is only right and proper! Unless you can give me an explanation and an account, otherwise, today I must avenge my junior brother!" Mo Ran began to hint wildly.

Su Lingjun took a deep breath and said in a low voice.

"That sword, our Ten Thousand Swords Dao Sect will no longer contend for it; are you satisfied with this explanation?"

Mo Ran was secretly delighted; without the Ten Thousand Swords Dao Sect as a stumbling block, that sword was almost already in the pocket of their Sword-Suppressing Pavilion.

The life of one junior brother in exchange for an innate supreme treasure, and a sword at that—this deal was a guaranteed profit for him!

But Mo Ran did not show it on his face, remaining in a bitter and deep-seated hatred posture.

Just as he was planning to half-heartedly agree to this matter, a voice rang out from the crowd.

"If the Ten Thousand Swords Dao Sect can kill people from the Sword-Suppressing Pavilion now, they can kill others later; everyone, let's act and drive these animals of the Ten Thousand Swords Dao Sect away!"

As soon as the voice fell, a thunderous angry dragon carrying violent light swept toward the Ten Thousand Swords Dao Sect disciples!

"You're courting death!"

Su Lingjun's gaze turned cold, and the long sword in his hand slashed out instantly; the sword energy condensed and directly cut the thunder dragon in two!

Boom!

The power of thunder raged, turning into arcs of lightning across the sky and kicking up rolling dust, yet it failed to harm Su Lingjun in the slightest.

But at this moment, a terrifying sword intent emerged behind Su Lingjun.

Su Lingjun's gaze changed, and he was just about to turn back to counterattack, but this sword behind him was not aimed at him, but was slashing toward the disciples of the various sects in front!

At the same time, more than a dozen flying swords formed a sword array, weaving through the crowd and, under the cover of the dust, harvesting the lives of some weaker disciples.

"Did everyone see? Su Lingjun said we were courting death and even started a massacre against us!"

"Even ants struggle to live; are you willing to become lambs for the slaughter, letting the Ten Thousand Swords Dao Sect butcher you?"

That voice rang out again, and Su Lingjun's expression changed wildly; he only then realized he had been set up.

"All of you, get out of the way!"

He immediately rushed toward the place where the voice was located, and all the cultivators along the way were swept aside by his sword.

Su Lingjun had already locked onto the person who spoke; he had to catch this guy who was making trouble in the dark!

His reaction was fast, and his speed was even faster; even Ye Lin, who was fanning the flames in the dark, was startled—was this the terror of the number one genius of the Eastern Profound Domain?

At this rate, he would definitely be caught by Su Lingjun!

At the critical moment, Ye Lin didn't say a word and directly used the Disintegration Great Art, his entire body dissipating into the air!

"Vanished into thin air? How is this possible?"

Su Lingjun lunged at nothing, a look of astonishment appearing on his face.

And when Su Lingjun turned his head back, his expression became even more unsightly.

Because he hadn't caught Ye Lin, the mastermind, his act of sweeping everyone aside with his sword just now clearly aroused public anger and was seen by everyone as a provocation.

Right now, all the cultivators nearby were staring at Su Lingjun with unkind expressions.

Coincidentally, at this moment, Ye Lin's voice rang out again.

"Everyone, have you all seen the true face of the Ten Thousand Swords Dao Sect?"

"Su Lingjun is strong, and it's true he is the number one genius, but we can't beat him one-on-one; can he really win against so many of us?"

"Today, Su Lingjun has been so excessive; if you don't even have the courage to act against him together, then for the rest of your lives, you will forever live in the shadow of Su Lingjun!"