The ground beneath the golden Buddha was covered in blood and corpses. Only Lin Yun the one who remained. All the Myriad Beast Gate’s disciples had died without exception, including those who had ulterior motives by approaching him earlier.

That attack shocked everyone, and they now realized that it wasn’t a lie that they had just brushed past death.

“The name of that sword is Flower Burial?”

“He’s like a fiendgod, taking lives the moment he draws his sword. If he had drawn his sword earlier, Lu Chen might have been unable to withstand ten moves.”

“Don’t be so sure about that. After all, Lu Chen was already at his wit's end when Lin Yun drew his sword.”

“The moment Flower Burial is unsheathed, who can compete with him?”

“Let’s go. With Flower Burial here, no one can obtain the Golden Lotus. Aside from the chief disciples of powerful sects, anyone who goes there will die!” Sighs echoed from the surroundings as they left. Nothing good or bad existed in the Ancient Barren Battlefield since everyone came here with a desire. If they didn’t compete,...