"You five, come at me together," Chen Zheng said, glancing at the five avatars. "Attacking you all at once is beneath me."

"Arrogant!"

"You're courting death!"

"Such a conceited fool!"

The five avatars were utterly enraged.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The five figures swelled in size, transforming into thousand-zhang-tall giants in the blink of an eye.

"Kill!" the five roared in unison.

BOOM! With a single step, they caused mountains to collapse and the earth to fissure. The five avatars each unleashed their secret techniques, launching a volley of terrifying attacks at Chen Zheng!

BOOM!

And yet, all five attacks missed their mark.

The five of them spat out blood, their faces contorting in agony.

"This… Impossible!"

"Damn it! This little bastard is too bizarre!"

Their combined strike had not only failed, but the backlash had also grievously wounded their Primordial Spirits!

"You little thing! I'll see you dead!" the old woman snarled. Gritting her teeth, she activated a Yinsha Sect's Secret Treasure. A Netherworld Ghost Banner flew out, and at her command, it instantly released numerous Yinsha evil spirits, each possessing power equivalent to a mid-stage Golden Immortal!

"Hehehe! Die, boy, die!" the old woman cackled sinisterly.

Yinsha Sect's Secret Treasure! The Netherworld Ghost Banner! One of the Yinsha Ancestor's most fearsome trump cards!

"Get lost." Chen Zheng casually reached out. The Netherworld Ghost Banner slipped from the old woman's control and landed in his hand. Then, with a fierce motion, he swept it through the air!

CLANG!

The Netherworld Ghost Banner snapped in two!

"No! Don't destroy it! I beg you, don't destroy it!" the old woman's expression changed drastically as she howled in despair. The Netherworld Ghost Banner had acknowledged her as its master. Though she hadn't forged it herself, she had poured countless years of effort into it. Now that it was broken, it was like losing a limb—an irreparable loss!

"Leaving this with you would only be a disservice to it," Chen Zheng said. He lifted his right hand, and the fragments of the Netherworld Ghost Banner flew into his grasp. With a flick, he tossed them into his storage ring.

"Ah?" The old woman was dumbfounded. After several seconds of stunned silence, her face twisted into a hideous mask of rage. "You damned little thing! You destroyed my precious treasure! It wasn't for you to destroy! Give me your life in return!"

As her fury erupted, a green glow radiated from her body, and in that moment, she seemed to transform into a vengeful ghost.

"The Yinsha Soul Locking Bell, the supreme treasure of the Yinsha Sect," the purple-robed old man's avatar sighed. "It's been a long time since I've seen it."

At that moment, the other five avatars stood perfectly still, seemingly observing Chen Zheng's condition.

"You little thing, prepare to die!" the old woman screamed viciously. "This avatar of mine is not much weaker than my true body. I can easily slay a peak Profound Immortal, so what can a mere Golden Immortal like you do to fight me? Do you have any idea what an Ancestor-level cultivator represents!"

BOOM!

This time, she held nothing back, transforming into a colossal, menacing green shadow.

"That's the Yinsha Ancestor's Dharma Form! The Yinsha Ancestor was once a Demi-Immortal! With a Demi-Immortal's power in play, you are surely doomed!" one of the other disciples cried out.

"The Ancestor's Dharma Form is green!"

"The Ancestor's Dharma Form devours life force! The power it contains is comparable to a Quasi-Immortal, and its might can crush most Golden Immortals! Boy, you're finished!" the other Yinsha Sect disciples jeered.

WHOOSH!

The colossal green shadow raised its hand.

BOOM!

A massive claw swiped down!

ROAR!

Countless ferocious, sinister, and resentful spirits poured out from the green shadow's claws, instantly engulfing Chen Zheng!

"Hehehe!" The old crone let out a vicious laugh, her gaze fixed on the Yinsha Soul Locking Bell hovering beside the Yinsha Ancestor's corpse. "I am the one most worthy of controlling the Yinsha Soul Locking Bell!"

She reached out, her hand grasping for the treasure!

WHOOSH!

But before she could even touch it, the bell hanging beside the corpse suddenly trembled. It then erupted in a dazzling bronze brilliance! The effulgent light surged forth, instantly swallowing the old crone.

"AAAAAH!"

A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the chamber, followed by piercing wails of terror as plumes of green smoke billowed from her form. The Yinsha Soul Locking Bell swayed in mid-air, emitting a clear, melodious chime.

"Ancestor, save me! Save me! Your Dharma Form is no match for the Yinsha Soul Locking Bell! Ancestor, please save me!" the crone shrieked, struggling desperately amidst the horrifying screams.

However, the light from the Yinsha Soul Locking Bell only grew more intense.

SNAP!

With a crisp sound, the old crone's Dharma Form shattered and collapsed.

BOOM!

The corpse of the Yinsha Sect Ancestor also exploded with a deafening bang!

WHOOSH!

At this moment, the Yinsha Soul Locking Bell flew up.

SWOOSH!

In a flash, it flew directly into the space between Chen Zheng's eyebrows.

"Hm?" Chen Zheng frowned slightly. He glanced indifferently at the five remaining avatars, including the purple-robed old man. All five were trembling uncontrollably. They turned and frantically tried to escape.

BANG! One of the avatars smashed through the stone wall in its haste to flee.

"Trying to escape?" Chen Zheng sneered.

BOOM!

The Yinsha Soul Locking Bell vibrated once.

SWOOSH!

All five avatars were instantly turned to ash.

From across the void, enraged howls echoed from the true bodies of the fallen avatars.

"You scourge of the Yinsha Sect! How dare you covet the Yinsha Soul Locking Bell! Such audacity!"

"You dare to desire the Yinsha Soul Locking Bell? You must have a death wish!"

"You dog of the Yinsha Sect!" the three ancestors—the Five Elements Sect Ancestor, the purple-robed old man, and the white-robed old man—scolded in unison.

A mad, cackling laugh echoed from where the old crone's Dharma Form had been obliterated. "Haha! Three fools! Is the Yinsha Soul Locking Bell something the likes of you can use? It was forged by our Ancestor and gifted to our Ancestor! Who the hell do you think you are to meddle in the affairs of the Yinsha Ancestor!"

"This…" The three distant voices fell silent, their owners' faces darkening. They had no retort. The Yinsha Soul Locking Bell was indeed forged by the Yinsha Sect's founder. If not for it, the current Yinsha Ancestor would have perished long ago; she was truly the last living ancestor of their sect.

"The Yinsha Soul Locking Bell is mine!" the crone shrieked with insane arrogance, her gaze sweeping over the few terrified Yinsha Sect disciples still present. "You worthless scum of the Yinsha Sect, kneel and kowtow! Address me as Grand Ancestor, and perhaps if my mood is good, I will spare you!"

A collective sigh echoed from the void. "Enough. Since it is the Yinsha Ancestor's treasure, then let her take it back."

"You sinners of the Yinsha Sect. Without your Ancestor's presence, your sect has grown far too domineering over the years. You truly need to be put in your place!"

With a final, slight bow toward the crone, the presence of the three ancestors faded as they departed for distant realms.

"The Ancestor is not here?" the crone muttered, raising an eyebrow. A moment later, a look of glee spread across her face. She turned to Chen Zheng, her sanity clearly frayed.

"Haha! With my Ancestor's Dharma Form manifest, who can possibly contend with me?" she crowed delusionally. "You little whelp, you are somewhat interesting, I'll give you that. You actually withstood the might of my Ancestor's Dharma Form. I admit, I underestimated you! But it's a pity. Now that my Dharma Form is complete, you are doomed to die! Be a good boy and become my slave. I will lead you to find immortal opportunities and help you achieve immortality!"

"The Yinsha Soul Locking Bell is mine," Chen Zheng's gaze shifted to the deranged woman as he spoke with chilling indifference. "Unless I die, no one can take it from me. I will give you two choices. The first is to submit to me and become my slave. The second is death."

"Submit!" the old crone roared ferociously, a manic glint in her eyes.

BOOM!

The Yinsha Soul Locking Bell on Chen Zheng's forehead blazed with a brilliant bronze light

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