"Blood Refining Ancestor, for a mighty Primordial Ocean Realm expert such as yourself to use such a despicable scheme to trick us into killing each other—won't you lose all face if word of this gets out?" Realizing this was a death trap, a Martial Artist at the Ninth Layer of the Opening Realm spoke up. At the Ninth Layer of the Opening Realm, he was the one with the highest cultivation among the crowd.
At this moment, regret washed over everyone's faces. Their earlier infighting had played right into the Blood Refining Ancestor's trap. The field of corpses was a testament to their own foolishness.
Hearing this, the Blood Refining Ancestor's expression didn't change in the slightest. He simply smiled and replied, "Little one, that little trick won't work on me. None of you are leaving here alive today."
