“Blood Demon Sect, you came late! There’s no place for you here now!”
“Your luck is bad, you only have two Spirit Severing experts! Do you really think we’re going to share with you!?”
“Why don’t you just scram!”
“There aren’t any extra Dao Lakes here! However, considering your strength, you could always go occupy some of the 300-meter lakes. There are more than enough to spare.”
“Your fellow Blood Demon Sect disciples who fell into the teleportation trap just got unlucky. About half of the Spirit Severing cultivators who fall into them never make it out alive.”
Of the ten 3,000-meter lakes, the Solitary Sword Sect had occupied three, the Golden Frost Sect two, the Black Sieve Sect one, and the Violet Fate Sect two. As for the Li and Song Clans, they each had one.
Surrounding each of the 3,000-meter lakes were ten 300-meter lakes, all of which were also occupied by the sects and clans.
The two Demonfire Patriarchs’ eyes filled with anger. The words of ridicule from the other sects and clans caused their pupils to glow with the color of blood. They exchanged a frustrated glance. If Meng Hao were here, they wouldn’t be afraid at all. But he wasn’t. If the other four Spirit Severing Patriarchs were there, they would be a force that could content with anyone. But they weren’t.
Unfortunately… they simply weren’t capable of contending for any of the 3,000 meter Dao Lakes.
“Why don’t you hurry up and beat it?” said an old man from the Solitary Sword Sect. He wore a gray Daoist robe, and sat cross-legged with a wooden sword resting on his legs. His words echoed out like thunder.
The sound rumbled in all directions, causing the two Demonfire Patriarchs’ faces to flicker.
“Sir Jian!” 1
There had always been serious grievances between Blood Demon Sect and the Solitary Sword Sect, and it seemed that now, they were on the verge of exploding out. 2
It was at this point that the emaciated old man from the Violet Fate Sect suddenly rose up from his cross-legged position.
“Fellow Daoists from the Blood Demon Sect,” he said coolly, “this Dao Lake is yours!” Instantly, the Violet Fate Sect disciples backed away from the 3,000-meter Dao Lake that he pointed to.
The eyes of the cultivators from the other sects flickered. As for Sir Jian from the Solitary Sword Sect, he turned his head to look coldly in the direction of the Violet Fate Sect. “Reverend Withered-Dao!”
Reverend Withered-Dao of the Violet Fate Sect calmly looked back at him.
Their gazes met, and then Sir Jian looked away and gave a cold snort. He did nothing to interfere with what was happening.
The two Demonfire Patriarchs were shocked, but then seemed to remember something. Clasping hands, they bowed politely and then led their group over to the Dao Lake.
The Blood Demon Sect disciples thanked the Violet Fate Sect, but their inward frustration didn’t lessen. They had arrived late, losing any advantage, and then their most powerful experts had been teleported away. The once domineering Blood Demon Sect was suddenly in an incredibly weak position in the Ancient Dao Lakes.
They were in such a bad position that they couldn’t even compare to the severely weakened Black Sieve Sect.
Furthermore, the Solitary Sword Sect was clearly in the position of greatest power; they had three 3,000-meter Dao Lakes, and would obviously be difficult to contend with.
The two Demonfire Patriarchs exchanged a glance. Enduring the frustration, and ignoring the words of ridicule from the other sects, they closed their eyes and began to meditate.
As for the other Blood Demon Sect disciples, they couldn’t hold back from commenting.
“Blood Prince, when are you going to return?!”
“Wait until the Blood Prince returns, he’ll take care of them!”
“That teleportation trap might be strong, but considering the Blood Prince’s cultivation base, he’ll definitely get out of it soon!”
Meanwhile, in another location in the Ancient Dao Lakes, Meng Hao was frowning. Next to him were Patriarch Darkheaven, the two Ironblood Patriarchs, and the First Demonfire Patriarch, their faces flickering with various emotions. There were also seven or eight other Blood Demon Sect disciples, all of whom were sitting cross-legged in meditation, although it seemed like they wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer.
The teleportation continued on without stop. Just now, it had paused, but before anyone could do anything, another teleportation commenced.
Plop!
One of the disciples coughed up blood, and then his entire body withered up into a desiccated corpse. More sounds rang out as others suffered the same fate.
In a relatively short period of time, they had already teleported thirteen times.
The world in front of Meng Hao changed over and over. Every time they teleported, an intense force would slam into their bodies, causing their souls to shudder. Apparently there was some sort of power inside the teleportation trap that was consuming their energy.
“Blood Prince, we can’t keep going on