Divine War Pill Emperor

Wen Shixuan held the Jade Talisman, which was engraved with a dark, arcane character.

He slowly walked up to the great doors of the Divine Hall.

"Rise!"

He pointed a finger at the black Jade Talisman and began muttering an incantation.

The black Jade Talisman immediately began to glow with a profound black light.

Its color was nearly identical to that of the Divine Hall’s doors.

As he activated the Jade Talisman, a connection seemed to form between the two. The great doors of the Divine Hall ahead suddenly began to hum and vibrate.

RUMBLE...

The doors of the Divine Hall vibrated ceaselessly.

It was as if a behemoth was about to emerge from within.

"Hm?"

Despite channeling all his power into the talisman, Wen Shixuan was surprised to find that the doors of the Divine Hall showed no sign of opening.

His expression darkened.

He immediately looked toward Grand General Ming Zhe.

"It’s not working. We’ll have to perform a blood sacrifice."

He said it as if he were discussing something mundane.

Grand General Ming Zhe nodded.

"In that case, let the blood sacrifice begin."

Grand General Ming Zhe’s expression grew stern.

He turned to look toward the tunnel entrance and said to one of his generals, "Po Jun, begin. Bring them in."

The general, Po Jun, was a Martial King Expert.

He understood at once.

He turned and walked toward Jiang Chen and the others.

When he reached Jiang Chen and the others, Po Jun pointed to the first row of Martial Cultivators.

"You lot. Form a line and enter the tunnel one by one. Move it."

He announced the order with cold indifference.

The expressions of Jiang Chen and the others changed.

Though they didn’t know what was happening, a palpable killing intent now filled the air.

An immense pressure fell upon Jiang Chen and the others.

HSSS!

At that moment, Jiang Chen suddenly winced, sucking in a sharp breath.

He looked down. It was JinLing. In her nervousness, she had gripped his arm so tightly that her nails were digging deep into his skin.

JinLing looked at Jiang Chen apologetically. "I didn’t mean to."

"Jiang Chen, I’m so scared."

Jiang Chen forced a wry smile and shook his head, enduring the pain.

Everyone was terrified. It felt as if their fates were about to be sealed.

"Hurry up! Faster!"

"Anyone who spouts nonsense gets cut down on the spot."

Po Jun continued to shout, his voice devoid of emotion.

His voice echoed in their minds.

Many of the clueless Martial Cultivators could only fall into line and, one by one, walk toward the tunnel they had dug out earlier.

The Martial Cultivator at the head of the line was terrified.

He was the first to reach the entrance to the tunnel, which was pitch-black inside.

"Stay in line. One at a time."

One of the many experts guarding the sides spoke, his words directed at the man and those behind him.

The man asked, trembling, "Sir, what exactly are we supposed to do in there?"

"Could you give us some idea?"

He had no idea why he’d been captured, nor did he know what was expected of him now.

He had been kept completely in the dark from start to finish.

"Stop wasting time. I told you to get in there, so get in there."

The well-equipped soldiers were all Samurai, and some were even experts at the Martial Master Level.

One of them barked, his body radiating killing intent.

The man was terrified. Steeling himself, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to walk inside.

A moment later, he reached the end of the tunnel and saw the great doors of the Divine Hall they had unearthed.

He glanced fearfully at Wen Shixuan and Grand General Ming Zhe. On the way, he had learned that Wen Shixuan was the Crown Prince of the Fire Sparrow Kingdom and that Grand General Ming Zhe was the most powerful cultivator in the entire army.

"Greetings, my lords."

The man greeted them with a cautious bow.

"Please, my lords, could you instruct me on what I am to do?"

Still completely in the dark, he had no choice but to ask.

Wen Shixuan waved a hand in annoyance.

Grand General Ming Zhe said, "You don’t need to do anything."

Then, he addressed the officers already waiting inside the tunnel with broadswords in hand. "Begin. Don’t waste any time."

While the man was still looking confused,

SWOOSH!

two officers stepped forward and seized him.

Horrified, the man finally realized what was happening and began to plead. "Sirs, no, don’t kill me! Please, don’t kill me!"

"I have a family! Elders to care for and children to raise! I can’t die!"

But the officers paid him no mind.

They hauled the man directly in front of the doors to the Divine Hall.

Immediately, another officer raised a blade and brought it down on the man’s neck.

SQUELCH!

Blood sprayed everywhere, splattering across the pitch-black doors.

Some of it even splattered on the ground, but the blood on the doors began to seep into the dark metal.

The man let out a single, terrified scream before falling silent forever.

SIZZLE...

As the man’s blood seeped into the dark doors, they began to sizzle, like oil spattering on a red-hot griddle.

A scorched smell even began to drift through the air.

HUMMM...

The doors of the Divine Hall began to vibrate faintly.

Waves of icy chill radiated outward.

"It’s reacting! Excellent. Continue."

Wen Shixuan grew visibly excited.

Seeing that the blood sacrifice was working on the Divine Hall’s doors, he urged them to proceed.

"Quickly, continue!"

Grand General Ming Zhe commanded, his face expressionless.

He seemed utterly indifferent to the death of a Martial Cultivator.

The blood sacrifice resumed.

When the second Martial Cultivator entered the tunnel and saw the first man being executed, he was scared out of his wits.

"Aaaah...!"

"No...!"

He let out a terrified shriek and turned to run back outside.

But the officers standing by immediately seized him.

A moment later, a blade fell. The scream was cut short as blood erupted from the wound.

The doors of the Divine Hall trembled once more.

Outside, the Martial Cultivators waiting in line listened to the sounds coming from within.

A chill ran down their spines when they heard the screams.

"No! You’re murdering people!"

"You’re slaughtering your own people!"

The man at the front of the line shrieked in terror.

But he was swiftly dragged inside.

A single, piercing scream was heard.

Then, silence.

Jiang Chen, waiting further back in the line, had an expression so dark it was terrifying.

The screams filled everyone with dread.

They finally understood: they were all going to die.

"Aah! They’re killing people in there!"

"They’re all dead!"

Suddenly, a man who had just been forced inside burst back out, breaking into a desperate sprint.

The people in line screamed in panic.

"Run! Quick...!"

"These inhuman bastards are going to kill us all!"

The Martial Cultivators began to flee for their lives.

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

Jiang Chen, Zhan Yang, JinLing, and the others retreated toward the back of the crowd.

They had figured it out—the closer you were to the front of the line, the sooner you died.

"You’re courting death."

The man who had burst out only made it a few yards.

Po Jun, broadsword in hand, swung his weapon in a vicious arc.

SWOOSH!

Po Jun’s single strike sliced clean through both of the man’s legs.

"Aaaargh...!"

"I’m begging you... spare me...!"

He let out a terrified, wretched cry.

But Po Jun remained cold and merciless.

"Drag him inside."

"All of you outside, get back in line! Otherwise, my blade won’t be so merciful."

He roared at the chaotic crowd.

His voice thundered over them.

It was the roar of a Martial King Expert. No one could withstand its power, and they all froze in terror.

Immediately, soldiers moved in to suppress the panicked crowd.