"The Chaos Palace always thought that Myriad Water Streams would cause indelible harm to our Fire Tribe.
Even allowing the gene of the Water Beast to merge with our Fire Tribe.
But do you understand, that feeling of power.
Merging with Myriad Water Streams is truly addictive,” Old Wang laughed bitterly.
"We lost ourselves in power.
I imagined many outcomes, perhaps dying at the hands of the Water Beast, or being annihilated by the Chaos Palace.
But I never thought about you, who came suddenly like Cheng Yaojin.”
"Ah, Tyrant Blade, all this is fate,” Xu Zimei shook his head slightly.
He asked, “Where’s Tyrant Blade?
Is he in the Inner World?”"He’s inside, and many things you want are also inside,” Old Wang said.
"But you must be careful of the Chaos Palace; they won’t allow that place to be exposed.
Have you heard the saying, ‘The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind’?”
"What about it?
What if the one stalking the cicada wasn’t a mantis, but a tiger?
What would become of you, oriole?” Xu Zimei sneered coldly.
Old Wang and the others sighed softly.
On the verge of death, with a slightly pleading tone, he said, “I beg you to spare those children; the mistakes of us adults should not involve the young.”
"Alright, go in peace,” Xu Zimei waved his hand.
Watching as the aura of the Three Elders of the Holy Flame dimmed slightly.
Until finally, there was no more vitality left.
The three heads all bowed, like lifeless corpses.
Xu Zimei no longer paid attention to them.
Instead, he looked towards the bottom of the grave.
The mysterious Inner World.
The Three Elders of the Holy Flame surely had a way to enter the Inner World, but they were already dead, and Xu Zimei was too lazy to ask further.
He decided to violently force open this world.
He placed his hands on the ground, first sensing gently for a while.
Confirming the position of the spatial fluctuations.
Xu Zimei waved his large hand, and with a “boom” sound.
Powerful force gathered like a storm.
The world changed continuously, and storm clouds gathered, as a Heaven-covering Great Palm descended from the sky.
It landed heavily on the grave.
Explosions continuously sounded on the ground.
When the storm of the great palm passed, what was left was a bottomless five-finger mark.
Xu Zimei looked at the five-finger mark and chuckled lightly.
"It seems that the inner world’s solidity is stronger than I imagined.”
He slowly drew out Tyrant Shadow, its blade tip bursting with endless sharp brilliance.
Tyrant Shadow went downward, making the solid ground seem as fragile as a layer of paper.
Tyrant Shadow continually pierced through the earth.
Xu Zimei’s figure also kept descending.
Finally, after the blade tip descended for a long time, it seemed to touch something.
Soft, yet very elastic.
"The spatial wall of the Inner World,” Xu Zimei felt a surge of joy inside.
Tyrant Shadow in his hand erupted once again, with blade intent growing stronger.
Finally, after a protracted stalemate, with a “pop,” the membrane was pierced.
Xu Zimei’s figure dropped straight inside.
The chaotic currents of space surged around him.
Xu Zimei quickly adjusted his posture, his gaze piercing through layers of void, trying to see the world before him clearly.
It seemed he saw a glimmer of light.
Because it was so dark around, he wasn’t very sure.
He soared up, moving through the darkness towards that ray of light.
Even Xu Zimei didn’t know how long he pursued it.
The light grew more and more intense.
In the end, it occupied his entire field of vision.
Completely swallowing Xu Zimei within.
When Xu Zimei opened his eyes again, he found himself inside a courtyard.
A courtyard rich in artistic conception.
In front of the courtyard were artificial mountains and flowing water, filled with poetic and picturesque charm.
Beside it, peach trees were planted, with pink blossoms covering the ground.
Clear water cascaded from the mountain top.
This courtyard was located at the foot of the mountain.
It seemed like an idyllic utopia, a perfect place for retirement.
Xu Zimei could not help but smile.
The Three Elders of the Holy Flame sure know how to enjoy choosing a place.
He approached the grand hall within the courtyard; three prayer mats were on the floor, likely where the Three Elders of the Holy Flame usually practiced.
And directly ahead, there was an iron cage resembling a prison.
Inside that iron cage were more than a dozen Blue People.
They were all pierced through the limbs with iron chains, bound within.
But their mental state seemed good, just looking a bit weak.
"Tyrant Blade, come out.
No need to hide,” Xu Zimei called out directly.
He knew the opponent was hiding inside here.
"How would I dare hide in front of Young Master Xu,” a lighthearted voice said.
Only to see from behind the grand hall, Tyrant Blade’s figure gradually appear.
Clad in a tiger-skin robe, tall in stature, he exuded an oppressive aura as he walked.
With a light beard, his eyes appeared somewhat dark.
At this moment, a cold sweat was streaming down his forehead.
He smiled apologetically, looking at Xu Zimei said, “Knowing the young master would come, I specifically tidied this place.
Welcome, young master.”
"I thought you’d have a bit more spine, willing to die standing.
Didn’t expect you still wanted to live on your knees,” Xu Zimei replied shaking his head.
"To live is a gift from the young master,” Tyrant Blade smiled apologetically.
"Unfortunately, I don’t plan to spare you, what to do.”
Xu Zimei replied, “From the moment you attempted to assassinate me, you were already a dead man.”
"Young master, let me go, I’m willing to serve you loyalty,” Tyrant Blade quickly pledged his allegiance, saying.
"Does young master want these Blue People, I can go to Lihuo Realm to capture them for you.
I’m familiar with that place.”
"I will personally visit Lihuo Realm,” Xu Zimei shook his head.
His large hand descended, “As for you, you should just die.”
Hearing this, Tyrant Blade quickly retreated.
Face turning fierce, he snorted coldly, “Since you don’t want to agree, let’s die together then.”
He formed seals with his hands, marks falling from his hands.
Then they merged into the bodies of the Blue People.
Next moment, only a roar resonating like a beast came.
Xu Zimei looked up.
The source of the roar was precisely those Blue People.
The originally quiet Blue People now rioted.
The chains that bound them were directly torn apart.
"What have you done?” Xu Zimei frowned and asked.
"Do you know the true nature of these Blue People?
They are the source of disaster, using them as the main body, countless Water Beasts were created.
If they rage, they can destroy a city.”
Tyrant Blade laughed, “So many Blue People, no matter how strong you are, you can’t protect yourself.”
With that said, Tyrant Blade coldly said, “Originally wanted to coexist peacefully with you, since you really intend to kill me.
Don’t blame me then.”
"Water Beast,” Xu Zimei squinted his eyes slightly.
He didn’t concern himself with the Blue People at first; instead, the overwhelming Holy Power descended.
Directly suppressing Tyrant Blade in place.
He grabbed with his large hand, pulling Tyrant Blade into his grasp, and then threw him into the iron cage.
Tyrant Blade roared in fury, constantly cursing Xu Zimei.
But it was all to no avail.
Because just as he entered the iron cage, those Blue People pounced on him.