CHAPTER 664 THE BRONZE PALACE

The jade sword floating in the air in front of Jordan glowed even brighter after the bead was embedded

in its hilt.

The whole Sea of Sand and Fire began to surge violently once more. The scorching sand lava went up

into the sky and the earth rumbled; something was about to break out from beneath.

"Master, it's time to start the sacrifice with the holy blood." The old man in the black robe was overjoyed

as the palace was about to open.

"Very well, grab them and bring them here." Jordan nodded in satisfaction.

The leaders from both the Crimson Sea Sect and the Heaven Lake Sect were caught and brought to

Jordan. A runic knife was condensed in Jordan's hand and he used it to cut the two sect masters' wrists

at once.

After the blood flowed out, Jordan took out a jade cup and proceeded to fill it up with their dripping

blood.

"Jordan, how dare you extract our blood! I will make sure you pay for your sins!" The leader of the

Heaven Lake Sect looked furious as he barked at the dwarf.

Nonetheless, the leader of the Crimson Sea Sect kept silent. He seemed dejected, as if he had

suffered a heavy blow just from the cut on his wrist.

"Ha-ha, even if you two used your peak combat power, I could easily kill you both within a second as

soon as I get the power. And yet you still dare to threaten me? Not to mention, the possibility of you

living when I get those powers is low. Shame, you wouldn't have the opportunity to have me kill you

with my bare hands," Jordan snickered with a nasty smile.

"Master, they don't even deserve to have you talk to them. Let me explode their heads for you later on,"

the old man in the black robe added.

"When it is the right time, I will kill the old bastard in the black robe first," the leader of the Crimson Sea

Sect noted through his spiritual sense.

"Don't worry. No one can escape. Luck will be on our side," the leader of the Heaven Lake Sect

responded using his spiritual sense.

As the jade bottle had been filled with blood, the preparatory job was complete.

"Jordan, why did you take our blood? We are not real holy warriors. The blood in our bodies are not the

genuine holy blood you are looking for," the leader of the Heaven Lake Sect questioned. He did not

understand why Jordan would do so.

"Do you think I am as ignorant and useless as you? Would I step into the forbidden zone if success

wouldn't be in my hand?"

As Jordan mocked them, he took out another similar looking jade bottle. He opened the said bottle in

front of them, revealing some kind of white powder.

Jordan then proceeded to pour all the powder into the blood he had collected. Multicolored light was

created and spread out from the jade bottle.

There was a real aura of Holy Will in the light!

"Oh, I see. The white powder was actually the holy marrow! The combination of the holy marrow and

our blood, which is close to the holy blood, will produce something that will have the same function as

the real holy blood," the leader of the Heaven Lake Sect explained in awe.

At this moment, there was a faint killing intent in the eyes of both of the sect leaders. They were waiting

for the dwarf's final move.

Jordan dripped the blood in the air as he murmured a chant. Soon after, cyan runes flew out and

merged into the blood.

A moment later, the blood dripped into the cracked sand.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

With constant trembling sounds, the sea was boiling in anger. A black sharp corner was released from

the gravel.

"Congratulations, my master. The gate is about to open." The old man in his black robe was overjoyed.

"Well, considering you have contributed a lot this time, you may follow me to the palace after it opens. It

depends on your ability about how many opportunities you can get.

"Thank you, master. Thank you so much." The old man in the black robe was so excited that he knelt

down with one of his legs.

A loud rumbling sound rang through the air, and a sharp black corner slowly started to appear. As time

went by, a huge palace slowly emerged in front of everyone.

An ancient and antiquated aura suddenly filled every corner of the world.

"Wow, it's a bronze palace." Only then did Darren understand what these people wanted to open so

badly.

When the huge bronze palace completely emerged into air, Darren carefully observed it. It could be

said that the palace was flawless in its construction. But the marks and rusts on the surface of the

palace meant it had experience a lot and existed for thousands of years.

"Master, how shall we get in?" The old man couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to enter the palace as

soon as possible.

"Don't worry. When the palace is stable, it will automatically absorb us as we activate the blood

essence." The dwarf was delighted now, and so he answered the old man's question without hesitation.

Normally, the old man would have been slapped by Jordan if he had dared to speak more.

"I wonder which age the bronze palace used to exist?" the man in the black robe murmured to himself.

"The background of the bronze palace is far from ordinary. I have looked up countless ancient books,

coupled with the description of the holy rule cultivator, it is very likely to be inherited from the Ancient

Age. At that time, the world had sunk due to the horrifying war. The bronze palace was also buried in

this forbidden area.

"Rumors says that anyone who can enter this palace might gain a chance to be an immortal,"

Jordan explained.

"A chance to become an immortal? Do you really think there is such a supernatural thing in this world?

" asked the man in the black robe.

"Nonsense. There were rumors about the immortals since ancient times. The problem is that we

haven't reached the level where we need. Have you ever heard a saying that rule cultivation leads to

immortals and martial arts cultivation leads to gods?"

"Well... What do you mean? I am so stupid to not understand." The old man in black robe was stunned.

Darren was also interested in what Jordan had said.

He had never heard of such legends about the immortals.

"As far as I can understand, the ultimate way for a rule cultivator is to become an immortal, and the end

of the road of a martial artist is to become a god!" Jordan declared.

'The ultimate way of a rule cultivator and the end of the road of a martial artist?'

What Jordan said made Darren's heart beat fast.

"Well, get ready to enter the bronze palace." Jordan stood without a word.

After a while, the bronze palace finally stabilized. The rust on the surface of the palace began to fall,

and several beams of brilliant light shone down from the bronze palace.

When the brilliant light fell onto the people, they felt a kind of comfort that no one could tell. At the same

time, the bronze palace became unreal that it was hard to spot it even if it was close to them.

"Is this the feeling of being an immortal?" Darren enjoyed the feeling of the light.

"My master, please allow me to kill these two first. This bronze palace is not an ordinary place. If we let

them in, we would be in trouble if our seal weakens," the man in the black robe suggested before the

dwarf entered the palace.

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"Yes."

The corner of the man in black robe's mouth twitched upwards into a smile. He had never killed a

person as powerful as the two sect leaders, and he wondered how it would feel to kill them.

He walked up to the leader of the Crimson Sea Sect and the leader of the Heaven Lake Sect and licked

his lips, a sick expression decorating his face.

But when he looked into their eyes, he stood there stunned. Their looks made his heart race faster.

The two stared at the old man in black robe silently. The latter did not feel they were scared like how an

ordinary person would be if they were about to face death.

Swoosh.

A gust of wind blew, and white dust sprinkled everywhere.

The figure of the old man had vanished into thin air. His body had turned to ash which were flying with

the wind.

"Huh!"

Jordan then realized something was going terribly wrong and immediately took a step back.

"Are you afraid now? But it is too late,"

the leader of the Heaven Lake Sect said coolly. His voice was like a thunderclap in Darren's ears after

the latter heard it.

Even Jordan couldn't help but tremble.

"You two..." Jordan looked at the two men in confusion. He did not know what happened.

The initial depressed look on the face of the leader of the Crimson Sea Sect also faded away. He

slowly stood up, fury reflected in his eyes.

Darren sensed that the aura and killing intent of the leader of the Crimson Sea Sect were somewhat

similar to that of Mathew, clearly weaker but far more ruthless.

"Dwarf, you know what? Harrison had suffered a lot for the sake of the bronze palace. Even if you used

the soul attack, he automatically led it into his body instead of resisting it. If he wants revenge, then you

are doomed!" The robe of the leader of the Heaven Lake Sect fluttered as if he was a king.

"Good, very good." Jordan said, gritting his teeth. His voice sounded like he was being strangled from

his throat. "So you have pretended to be bounded by me all this time. And you have been waiting for

me to open the bronze palace. But do you really think that you can compete with me after giving me the

chance for completing this? The fate of you two will not change. A word is enough to describe—death!"

"Ha-ha. Ha-ha." The leader of the Crimson Sea Sect felt tears forming in his eyes from laughing too

much.

"Little dwarf, with your strength, do you think you can survive fighting against both of us at the same

time?" The leader of the Heaven Lake Sect wore a cruel expression on his face. Ninety percent of the

top level Fringe Holy Will suddenly erupted.