Chapter 2214 - 2203: Dragon Soaring Soul Suppressing Palm

Although he didn’t know why they specifically raised clan women to awaken the Formation, at this moment Lin Zifeng had some clues: as long as there was the blood of a Saint Realm expert, it could awaken the Formation of the Human Sacrifice Tower.

In his delight, Lin Zifeng ran into another problem. Among those present, the only Saint Realm expert’s blood was his own. Mu Ruoyun had just said it might be because there wasn’t enough blood—if he used his own, with the Blood Pond this large and all these engraved patterns, wouldn’t it suck him dry!

Shaking his head, Lin Zifeng felt a bit discouraged. The clue he had finally gotten was cut off again. What should he do? The Human Sacrifice Tower was so bizarre that the idea of breaking it by brute force was something Lin Zifeng had long since rejected.

Just then, in Lin Zifeng’s heart, Mu Ruoyun’s voice carried a faint reproach as she said, "Didn’t I just tell you? Stop brooding over the Formation, or you’ll trigger consequences you can’t predict."

Lin Zifeng’s mood was irritable, and being scolded by Mu Ruoyun he reflexively retorted, "Consequences I can’t predict—what consequences, exactly? Can’t you just tell me?"

Once he said that, Lin Zifeng fell into silence again. After a long while, Mu Ruoyun finally spoke, her tone calm as a still well: "The consequence is... waking up the thing above your head."

Above his head...

Hearing this, Lin Zifeng couldn’t help but lift his head to look. What entered his eyes was nothing but the dim stone slab lit by the firelight.

Before Lin Zifeng could ask, Mu Ruoyun continued, "I was afraid you’d be scared just now, so I didn’t tell you. The Instant the red light in the Blood Pond flared, the aura up above that had been dormant suddenly surged to life."

Hearing this, Lin Zifeng’s gaze at the ceiling grew heavier. He asked in a low voice, "Aura? Whose aura? Is it strong?"

Another bout of silence. But Mu Ruoyun’s indifferent words exploded like thunder out of a clear sky, making Lin Zifeng’s face go instantly pale.

"The aura of... eighteen Saint Realm experts."

"What did you say! Eighteen! How could it be that coincidental!" Lin Zifeng asked in a deep voice, shocked. The aura of eighteen Saint Realm experts—could they be the clan women of past generations?

Impossible... Lin Zifeng immediately rejected that absurd idea.

Since they could be recorded in the books, it meant those eighteen clan women of past generations had already been sacrificed alive. Since they were already dead, how could their aura still exist?

Lin Zifeng had never believed in tales of ghosts and monsters, but Mu Ruoyun’s words made the conviction he’d held for so long begin to waver...

Shaking his head, Lin Zifeng only felt that the air heavy with the stench of blood in his nasal cavity was so oppressive it was making him short of breath.

He paced for a long time before finally calming down, thinking to himself, "Whether they’re former clan women or not, Ruoyun would never lie. Could it be that above our heads there’s an expert guarding this Human Sacrifice Tower?"

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Zifeng raised his head to stare at the extremely dark stone slab, as pure golden light slowly flashed to life on his palm.

Whoever you are, I’ll hit you with a palm first!

"Ha!"

With a roar, Lin Zifeng suddenly lifted his right palm. Light burst forth, a streak of Golden Light forming a Golden Dragon in midair, filled with majestic Dragon Roar after Dragon Roar, and it blasted toward the stone slab.

This palm was also a Battle Skill Mu Ruoyun had taught Lin Zifeng, created by the Beast God while alive—the Dragon Soaring Soul Suppressing Palm!

"Bang!"

Where the Golden Dragon passed, stone chips flew!

Dongfang Ziyue, who had been standing to the side in a daze, heard the thunderous boom and screamed in fright, her body instinctively running toward Lin Zifeng.

"Rumble..."

Watching the flying stone chips, Lin Zifeng secretly clicked his tongue. The power of this Dragon Soaring Soul Suppressing Palm was actually much greater than the Gray Dragon Palm!

As the dust raised by the stone chips slowly dispersed, Lin Zifeng’s gaze grew even more serious.

"Drip..."

A drop of bright red liquid fell from the stone slab and landed right on the tip of Lin Zifeng’s nose.

"Swish..."

In an Instant, a stream of blood surged out like a dam bursting, and seeing this, Lin Zifeng’s figure flickered as he hurriedly ran to Dongfang Ziyue’s side.

"Lin Zifeng, what’s going on?" Dongfang Ziyue’s cool tone couldn’t hide her fear. At this moment her graceful, alluring body had instinctively leaned into Lin Zifeng’s arms.

As for Lin Zifeng, even with a beauty in his arms he had no mind to tease her. His star-like eyes were fixed on the stone slab that was now leaking blood, and the calm in his heart once again surged into a stormy sea.

"As expected, this Human Sacrifice Tower is bizarre! No matter how I damage it, all that flows out is blood."

Lin Zifeng muttered inwardly and turned his head. The groove he had first blasted into the Stone Wall had already returned to normal, not a trace of damage to be seen!

Just like that, Lin Zifeng held Dongfang Ziyue, Xiluo trembling as he stood to the side. In the Human Sacrifice Tower, only the sharp sound of blood dripping on stone echoed.

Xiluo had never seen such a terrifying scene. Ordered to come to this Human Sacrifice Tower, he’d originally thought it would earn him merit. Now not only had he been turned against, but all the strange happenings they’d encountered made his spine go cold, sending chills through him.

After a long hesitation, Xiluo gritted his teeth hard and said to Lin Zifeng at his side, "My lord... since you said you’d spare my life, this little one will take his leave first. Would that be acceptable?"

Hit by Lin Zifeng’s sword-like, spear-like gaze, Xiluo stiffened. He knew this move might anger Lin Zifeng, but the blood-reeking air felt like a Demon’s grip, making it impossible for him to stay another moment.

After another struggle, Xiluo finally made up his mind. Letting out a long sigh, he said respectfully, "My lord, rest assured, once I leave I absolutely won’t tell White Sky Venerable. I’ll simply say that after coming to this Human Sacrifice Tower, I didn’t see a single soul."

Seeing Xiluo put on such a show, Lin Zifeng was about to get angry, but suddenly calmed down. Suppressing his inner rage, he began to think.

Once Xiluo left, White Sky Venerable would inevitably question him. If he said he’d never entered the Human Sacrifice Tower at all, that would somewhat lessen White Sky Venerable’s suspicion of Lin Zifeng.

Though he didn’t know whether White Sky Venerable would go find Dongka to check in person, even if he couldn’t find Lin Zifeng and Dongfang Ziyue and got fobbed off by Dongka, at worst he’d come personally to this Human Sacrifice Tower to search for Lin Zifeng!

Moreover, in any case, White Sky Venerable would never keep Xiluo as a piece on the board. He would definitely feed him to the Soul-devouring Demon Python to increase his strength!

Not being able to kill Xiluo with his own hands made Lin Zifeng a little unhappy, but he understood that the current situation brooked no delay; he had to put the bigger picture first!

Thinking this, Lin Zifeng’s eyes turned as he deliberately put on a stern air and shouted in a deep voice, "Xiluo, you keep saying you won’t leak anything, but why should I believe you!"

(Brothers and sisters, Huaye’s ten-Chapter burst is done. Phew, I pulled an all-nighter, I’m a bit numb from writing, my fingers can’t even move. Damn, I’m gonna catch up on some sleep first. It’s my birthday today, going out to eat this afternoon.)