BOOM!

As soon as the Tian Luo Saint's voice fell, the entire Holy Meteor Mountain suddenly shook with a thunderous rumble. The tremor spread like ripples, growing stronger and stronger, as if a dragon beneath the earth was turning over, heralding an earthquake.

"What's happening? Why is there an earthquake? Could this be the Tian Luo Saint's trump card?"

"Holy Meteor Mountain is seven thousand meters tall! Even a Saint couldn't shake it. The Tian Luo Saint shouldn't be able to either, no matter how strong he is!"

"This is bad, the earthquake is getting stronger! We can't stay here, I'm taking to the skies!"

The quake radiated out from its epicenter at Holy Meteor Mountain, swiftly spreading in all directions. The one hundred thousand spectators were immediately affected and all took flight, unable to remain standing on the ground. The earth heaved as fissures spread out, turning into pitch-black abysses as densely interwoven as spiderwebs.

"Look, what's that?" someone suddenly cried out, their voice filled with horror.

Wisps of gray-black mist emerged from thin air. Although hazy, the mist exuded a sinister and terrifying aura. The gray-black mist grew denser, becoming a sea of fog that completely enshrouded Holy Meteor Mountain. It continued to thicken, threatening to obscure the mountain entirely. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Ah!"

A piercing scream rose from the crowd. A young man's eyes bulged, his veins protruded, and his features twisted into a grotesque grimace as if he had seen a ghost. Before the horrified eyes of the crowd, the young man splayed his fingers across his face and then pierced his own head. Blood flowed profusely and brain matter burst forth—a ghastly sight.

"It's the resentment of the Xuan Ming Great Saint! Retreat, quickly!"

Seeing such a horrific suicide, the hearts of many spectators shook. They swiftly retreated, having deduced the reason for the young man's self-destruction: the resentment of the Xuan Ming Great Saint that permeated the area. Such incidents had been recorded in the past, where those who trespassed on Holy Meteor Mountain were corrupted by the resentment, leading them to brutal suicides. However, the crowd had always kept a safe distance and never approached Holy Meteor Mountain. How could they suddenly be invaded by this resentment?

"This is bad! He can actually draw upon the resentment here!"

Yun Chang's expression changed dramatically as she gazed in shock toward Holy Meteor Mountain. With her formidable strength and insight, she quickly discerned the cause. The Xuan Ming Great Saint had been slain here, leaving behind a resentment that had not diminished in ten thousand years. Now, the Tian Luo Saint could actually manipulate this resentment, which was simply inconceivable!

The Tian Luo Saint is a descendant of the Xuan Ming Great Saint? That means the Tian Luo Net Holy Land must be related to the Xuan Ming Great Saint!

Ordinary people could not provoke such resentment; only a close blood relative using a special Secret Technique could possibly do so. Yun Chang instantly made this connection and linked it to the Tian Luo Net Holy Land. Ten thousand years had passed since the Xuan Ming Great Saint's death. Seas had turned into mulberry fields, and time had transformed everything, but his bloodline had not been severed. It had been passed down through generations, becoming today's Tian Luo Net Holy Land. This hidden history, known only to a select few, was truly earth-shattering.

No wonder the Tian Luo Saint had chosen this place for the duel. It was all a conspiracy!

Yun Chang understood everything in an instant. Her eyebrows shot up in fury, her anger uncontrollable. She reached out, the Heaven-Shaking Sacred Hammer appearing in her hand, ready to charge into Holy Meteor Mountain to rescue Su Han.

Although Su Han was strong, the Xuan Ming Great Saint's resentment was not something an ordinary person could withstand. Even she felt immense pressure. Once the Tian Luo Saint fully activated it, Su Han would undoubtedly perish. She could accept Su Han being defeated and killed in a duel of life and death, but she could not accept the Tian Luo Saint winning by such despicable means.

"Yun Chang, are you trying to disrupt the duel of life and death?"

Just as Yun Chang was about to act, a figure blocked her path. It was none other than the Heavenly Dragon Saint.

This had been a carefully laid trap. It would have been best if the Tian Luo Saint could slay Su Han in a direct confrontation, but even if that failed, they still held this trump card. The innate talent Su Han displayed today was so monstrous that it alarmed even the Heavenly Dragon Saint. He would not allow Su Han to live. Thus, even foul play was acceptable to him; besides, to the victor go the spoils. As long as Su Han was dead, how far would an enraged Yun Chang really be willing to take their conflict?

"Despicable scoundrel!"

Yun Chang was well aware of the Heavenly Dragon Saint's malicious intentions. She immediately raised the Heaven-Shaking Sacred Hammer and swung it at him. She needed to repel him quickly so she could enter Holy Meteor Mountain and save Su Han.

However, the Heavenly Dragon Saint had no intention of letting her have her way. He attacked with his full might, and a holy battle erupted.

But at this moment, the crowd's attention was focused more on what was happening inside Holy Meteor Mountain. Either Su Han or the Tian Luo Saint was bound to die here. The question was, who would live, and who would die?

WHOOSH!

The gray-black mist grew thicker and thicker. Finally, under the shocked gazes of the crowd, it coalesced into a giant human face. This face was not old but rather young, like that of a man in his thirties or forties—noble and extraordinary.

But at this moment, the face was contorted with ferocity, howling incessantly like a demon crawling out from Hell, making one's skin crawl.

"Such is my hatred!"

A voice filled with endless resentment seemed to emerge from the river of time itself, carried from ten thousand years past to echo here today. As soon as the voice sounded, the mist surged wildly, churning violently like the sea during a typhoon in a terrifying spectacle.

Among the one hundred thousand spectators, over a thousand were instantly consumed by the resentment. They took their own lives in brutal fashion, their deaths a ghastly sight.

"The Xuan Ming Great Saint!"

Gazing upon the kilometer-sized face of black mist, everyone trembled inwardly, their faces pale with terror. The legends of Holy Meteor Mountain were known to all. Now that this face had appeared, everyone naturally guessed its identity and origin.

At this moment, everyone's heart quivered as if they had met the Grim Reaper himself, their lives no longer under their own control. The crowd rapidly retreated, fleeing in a panic. They dared not linger, fearing they too would be consumed by the resentment and die miserable deaths.

No one had expected that the Tian Luo Saint could actually invoke the resentment of the Xuan Ming Great Saint and conjure such a face of black mist. This… this was simply inconceivable!

Meanwhile, at the foot of Holy Meteor Mountain, the Tian Luo Saint's Qi-Blood surged explosively, turning him into a figure drenched in his own blood. He was using his bloodline to invoke the resentment. Although this act would drain his Qi-Blood and make recovery difficult, for the sake of killing Su Han, it was all worth it.

"Su Han, this is a feast I've specially prepared for you. Enjoy it!" the Tian Luo Saint snarled, his expression maniacal and his eyes blood-red. He commanded the face of black mist to lunge toward Su Han.

With the terrifying power of the misty face, even if Su Han possessed one hundred and three Divine Sense Stellars, he would have no chance of withstanding it. Once the resentment invaded his mind and drove him to a brutal suicide, it would all be over.

"Eight Gates of Life and Death Formation!"

Su Han's expression was grave. Daring not to be careless, he immediately activated the Eight Gates of Life and Death Formation to block the face of black mist. However, the face was simply too powerful.

BANG!

With one strike, the Eight Gates of Life and Death Formation shattered.