Chapter 366

They have their reasons; their predecessors, the experts, cleared the path with their trump cards—why should you all benefit together?

If you are not convinced, I will annihilate you.

Jiang Nan is not convinced either, so he will annihilate his opponents.

Your laws.

The people from the Sacred Land across saw Jiang Nan not stopping and immediately struck to kill.

Then, no one saw Jiang Nan move; he just walked casually and crushed the void.

In terror, the group could not shout or send signals, and along with the collapsing void, they all turned to ash.

Below the Saint, all are ants; Jiang Nan has reached the Half-Saint War Body, and his terrifying power can easily twist the void.

If it were a powerhouse above the Saint Lord, they might withstand this basic pressure, but you ants, at most Half-Step Great Ones, are far inferior.

Saints cannot be insulted; Half-Saints also carry the word "Saint."

You do not understand, yet you dare to provoke.

"Has the girl entered as well?" Jiang Nan smiled.

Actually, such a vast place, an ancient ruin, holds many variables.

The Sacred Land's blockade is only to stop those without ability and courage; otherwise, there are still many opportunities to enter.

For instance, if one has enough strength, they can simply fly over; the teams below, at most Half-Step Great Ones, can only watch.

Those with enough strength, they will also turn a blind eye.

Either they go in different directions, by different methods, to sneak past, or break through.

Such a vast place; once passed, no one cares anymore.

It is even more chaotic inside; all the Sacred Lands are fighting each other.

Even within a Sacred Land, different teams and different people might fight fiercely among themselves.

The so-called blockade outside only filters out a large portion of ordinary cultivators.

To avoid too many eyes; if someone truly has dog-shit luck and picks up something inconspicuous, it turns out to be the greatest treasure.

Such things have happened from ancient times to the present, although the probability is not high.

Now you don't even have the chance to go in and scavenge.

Annihilating this group caused no ripples.

The blocked area is vast; this is just one Sacred Land team; different directions have different Sacred Land teams blocking.

It is very chaotic inside; few people pay attention to the outside.

Entering this deep, Jiang Nan felt the chaotic aura was even more dense.

But it was only dense, not like the pure airflow of the chaotic fish before.

Jiang Nan did not cause much trouble; he just looked around casually.

He encountered several Great Ones ambushing him.

Before they could clearly see who he was, they brutally attacked, cold and ruthless, showing no mercy.

Thinking he was some young talent not from their own side, they saw no need to be polite.

It is chaotic here; if killed, no one would know how they died.

Some were from Sacred Lands, some were Great Ones not from Sacred Lands; some recognized him when they got close, others did not.

Regardless of who they were, Jiang Nan annihilated them with a single punch.

Look at how shocked they were before dying.

Even those who recognized him were terrified and disbelieving.

Even if those rumors were true, this person has killed those who severed the Dao; they are Great Ones with trump cards, so they shouldn't be instantly killed by such a casual move.

It feels like facing a Saint.

They are mad; they must be mad to have such an illusion.

But they are about to die; filled with fear and unwillingness, they cannot verify anything anymore.

"Eh? Found an old fellow." Jiang Nan's eyes glowed with Jin Guang, capturing the trace of that old God King from the Shi family.

He took a step and vanished, tracking down.

Didn't they want to kill him? They were all too stupid; he didn't even conceal himself, yet none of them noticed.

He will go over first.

The old God King of the Shi family had bloodshot eyes, and his momentum was extremely violent.

He suffered a slight loss in the struggle inside, and the immortal treasures he discovered were snatched away by others.

His grandson, no, his son died; he had a son late in life, his most beloved son.

That little thief; he failed to kill him several times, filled with immense hatred.

He went in to snatch opportunities but failed.

Everything went wrong along the way, making him increasingly violent and impetuous.

Seeing someone ahead, he took a step and went over.

He intended to erase them instantly but discovered they were his own people.

His own Holy Maiden, Shi Shi Yadie, and her mount, the Bifang.

"Ancestor." Shi Shi Yadie was also startled; seeing the old man, she immediately bowed politely.

She didn't want to come to this side either; she had met her own team earlier and joined them.

Now they are separated again.

She was preparing to leave.

And that fellow, Jiang Nan.

Now she didn't even know what she felt.

Was it a longing to see him, or a desire to flee far from him?

Somehow, she felt a bit like meeting him.

This place is too dangerous; she is not skilled in battle, and those old fellows have gone mad with killing.

Leaving like this is truly not safe.

The Great Void-Shift Divine Talisman is also useless here in this chaotic land.

One must walk some distance before it can be used.

By Jiang Nan's side, though he always bullies her, if she is a little obedient—pfft... although this thought is a bit shameful.

It still feels like there is a sense of security.

It seems there is nothing he cannot do.

That inexplicable confidence and casualness can make anyone relax and feel at ease, no matter how tense or bloodthirsty the atmosphere.

With him here, everything will be fine.

An inexplicable, baffling feeling.

Yet she somehow feels it is not wrong.

Could it be that his brainwashing actually succeeded, and she has not broken free from anything?

No, that's not it; she has her own thoughts now.

Instead, when she encountered that old fellow, her own Old Divine King, in this land of slaughter, she felt not a shred of joy.

This aura of evil and malice makes her very uneasy.

Her blood and qi surge then turn cold, and her very soul wants to freeze.

"Hmph." The Old Divine King snorted coldly, his eyes glowing with blood, and the aura of evil grew even heavier.

Seeing this woman annoyed him, and it reminded him of his own younger son.

His son died without ever having touched a woman.

Though his son was proud and arrogant, confident and supremely talented, he also cultivated very diligently.

He had not achieved success, and before going out into the world to temper himself, he had not casually sought out women.

He had even found several peerless beauties to serve his son, yet his son had not touched them even once.

His son also had a conviction: to conquer this Saintess, to make her kneel obediently before him and serve him, using his own strength.

He felt gratified; a man should have such boldness.

Everything should be trampled beneath one's feet.

Even a Saintess should be nothing more than a plaything.

Now his son is dead, with no chance to grow, no chance to make a name for himself in the world, and no chance to contend for the Wudiji Society.